Chapter 186 Sensation 4

"Everyone played very well in the first quarter of the game. I hope you can continue to keep it. Since the sword has been sheathed, we will blow our enemies into scum! You must not have a trace of kindness, understand?"

Xu Jianye's eyebrows flashed a trace of fierceness, just like an upstart. Shuiyun stumbled all the way to now. It was easy to win a game. Of course, Xu Jianye would not show mercy. He and the principal of Wendeng No. 1 Middle School had never eaten together.

"If only I had known to bring poker cards. This game is too boring. It's good to play cards to relieve boredom!" Han Dengyun, who sat on the bench for a game, muttered in a low voice. Of course, he didn't want to play cards. He was just changing his method to remind Xu Jianye of his existence.

Xu Jianye glanced at him and clicked at him with a smile on his face, "You, okay, don't complain there like a bitch. I can let you play, but you have to promise me not to play these tricks in front of me in the future, okay?"

"All the time!" Han Dengyun nodded quickly and promised, "What do you say? I can't listen to you, ancestor."

"Then why don't you take the time to warm up!" Xu Jianye shouted loudly. It was really difficult to deal with a knife meat like Han Dengyun not to be angry or angry.

"Oh." Han Dengyun stood up innocently and took off his coat and turned his big buttocks to warm up. Xu Jianye looked at his back helplessly and shook his head and said, "Bi Xiangyang and Huang Wenyi, you two want to continue the suppression of firepower against their opponents. From beginning to end, we have made a happy start, tiger head. , pig belly and leopard tail are indispensable, understand?"

The team members who were named by Xu Jianye nodded. Maybe they were still a little nervous before the start of the game, but now all they want is to show themselves on the stage and sprinkle their youth and sweat on the stage of the provincial competition.

On this side of Wendeng No.1 Middle School, Zhang Bingjun became more and more angry. He fell directly on the floor with a gloomy face and said, "A bear, a nest of bear", but he asked himself that he did not have any bear characteristics all over his body. Why did he bring a group of sheep under his hand?

"Coach, what do you mean?" Just as all the team members were trembling under Zhang Bingjun's anger, Han�� suddenly asked with a calm face and was not afraid of death.

"Oh?" Zhang Bingjun was shocked and stared at Han Hao for a long time. Suddenly, he didn't get angry unexpectedly. Instead, he grinned and laughed, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know." Han Kui replied calmly, "All I know is that if you give up this game, then we have no hope of winning at all."

So, do you still want to win?" Zhang Bingjun suddenly had a feeling that he wanted to get to know the core of the team again. In his impression, although Han's technology and body were very good, his personality was too weak, like a flower in a greenhouse and could not withstand the little wind and rain.

"Of course!" Han Ya stood up slowly and answered firmly, "Everyone is human, and no one has three heads and six arms. There is no reason for us to be afraid of anything? Brothers, we can lose, but we can't lose. It doesn't matter if we lose the game. At most, we are not as good as others. If we try our best, we won't have any regrets. But if we lose even dignity, what qualifications do we have to play?

Zhang Bingjun's mouth was filled with a gratified smile. Perhaps Han Hao was cowardly before this game, but his personality is not unchanged. It can only be said that the shame of the first quarter of this game made Han Hao grow up quickly. After saying goodbye to the submissive child, he grew up to be a real man.

"Brother Han is right. People die and birds are facing the sky. At worst, they are a loser. People who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes and fight with them!" Inspired by Han Hao, Zheng Minglei stood up and said loudly.

"Fight! Fight!"

Snake can't do without a head. Han Jai is obviously the snake head of Wendeng No. 1 Middle School. He is the tactical core of the team and the spiritual leader. He lay on the ground and dared not look up so that the whole team would follow suit, but if he stood up bravely to fight, the whole team would stand up with him.

"Very good!" Zhang Bingjun nodded with satisfaction, "I apologize to you for my attitude just now. In fact, although our opponents are strong, we are not without a chance to win. Come and listen to me tell you!"

Seizing the last time, Zhang Bingjun picked up the tactical board and drew a few strokes on it, and then said, "We are more than 20 points behind now. If we want to fill this pit, we must start with defense. You all have to run to defend, interfere with our opponent's running position and passing as much as possible, and destroy their offensive organization. The strongest offensive point of Shuiyun No.1 is their No. 10, but I boldly guess that the No. 10 will not play in the whole second quarter, which is also our best opportunity. Han Yu, listen carefully. You must dare to attack the ball. Our opponent is not your opponent except No. 10. They can't defend you!"

Han Yau nodded heavily and secretly clenched his fist. In the first quarter of the game, he was deterred by the opponent's momentum, and he was unable to use his hands and feet at both ends of the attack and defense, so it would cause both Xu Zhong and Fu Zijun who came on the field to make a request in front of his defense.

At the beginning of the second quarter of the game, after two substitution adjustments, Xu Jianye has rotated all the team's starting players to rest off the court, and the battle is full of substitutes. In Wendeng No. 1 Middle School, except for replacing No. 6 Liu Hong, who was sent off for two technical fouls, everyone else is the team's first starter.

Liu Hong is short, estimated to be only 175 meters at most, but his speed is very fast, and the combination of human balls is also very skillful. He dribbled through the half of the ball like flying, but he was not in a hurry to launch an attack, but patiently waited for his teammates to follow up, and then he handed over the ball steadily. Han's jaw, who stood in the inner line and raised his hand to ask for the ball.

Fu Zijun, who was in charge of defending Han's defense, wanted to break the ball and guessed his plan. Han's plan to use his broad shoulders to block him behind him. After catch the ball with one hand, he first observed left and right to make sure that no opponent came forward to pack the ball, and then dribbled the ball to push Fu Zijun to the inner line.

Han's jaw is not tall, only about 1.9 meters, but his strength is very strong and his footsteps are also very solid. Step by step, he pushed the burdened Fu Zijun under the basket.

Fu Zijun, who was struggling, couldn't withstand the impact of Han's jaw and could only raise his arms to surrender and retreat. Han Dengyun, who was on the other side of the basket, saw that Fu Zijun's situation was tight, and hesitated a little but did not go to make up for the defense. One was that he had not figured out Han's reality, and second, it was out of trust in Fu Zijun. Because although Fu Zijun fights against losses, his long arms are not vegetarian. If Han Au thinks that he will be finished by squeezing under the basket, then Fu Zijun's hot pot feast will definitely make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

After continuous force suppression, Han�� finally pushed Fu Zijun under the basket. Because it was back to the basket, Han Yau was not in a hurry to shoot, but turned around with the ball in both hands and raised his hand. Fu Zijun was also experienced and was not deceived by him, which was very fake at a glance. But Han chin was obviously a very patient person. He couldn't make a false move. Fu Zijun was still not deceived by him, and his feet stepped firmly on the floor as if they had taken root.

Han Yai did not cheat Fu Zijun in two consecutive fake actions. He frowned and seemed to be a little surprised. His shoulders shrugged and turned around to hit Fu Zijun very secretly, and then suddenly he stepped back and turned around to raise his hand to shoot. Fu Zijun, who was a little staggered by him, sneered, but he couldn't do it over and over again. Obviously, Han Hao made up his mind to shoot this time, otherwise he didn't have to hit that just now.

The basketball was about to get out of his fingertips, but Han Kuai suddenly withdrew his hands and bumped into Fu Zijun, who jumped against him. After hearing the referee's whistle, he threw the basketball into the basket without hurry.

Although Fu Zijun, who was in the air, had realized that this was another scam, he had no time to regret it. He tried to avoid Han Kuai but failed in the end. Han's jaw has already set a trap, so how could he retreat without injury?

The referee decisively whistled to signal Fu Zijun's hitman to foul, although he was also very clear in his heart that Fu Zijun was not so much Fu Zijun's hit, but Han Yau took the initiative to send his hand to let Fu Zijun fight. It's clear, but the rules are the rules. Fu Zijun can only blame himself for having a pair of big eyes but can't tell whether it's true or false.

After Han's basketball bounced twice in the basket, one end fell into the net.

The goal is scored, and the penalty is added! Han Yi waved his fist excitedly and bumped his chest with his teammates one by one as if it was the Spring Festival. This was not a thunderous dunk or a three-pointer, but there was no doubt that this was still a very morale-enhancing goal. This goal shows that the seemingly invincible Shuiyun No.1 Middle School is not so terrible, and the winning confidence of the players of Wendeng No.1 Middle School has gradually returned to their brains.

After a short celebration, Han Au stood firmly on the free throw line and shot, narrowing the score difference between the two sides to less than 20. Although the difference of 19 points still seems to be an insurmountable gap, at least the players of Wendeng No. 1 Middle School have seen a little hope of a turnaround. No matter when, there is always hope. It's a good thing.

The attack of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, because Yan Lingfeng and Zhao Senming, who are good at organizing the team's attack, both sat off the court, so Bi Xiangyang still felt that he was more comfortable to hold the ball and play singles after reluctantly. Maybe the weakness of the enemy paralyzed Bi Xiangyang's nerves, or maybe he was a little too relaxed. Just as he opened his posture and was preparing to eat the short enemy in front of him, he saw Liu Hong suddenly run up like a little gopher, gently poked at the basketball in his hand, and then turned around delicately. After Bi Xiangyang, he picked up the ball in two steps and rushed to the front court without looking back.