Chapter 210 The Beast's Power

In the locker room of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, the atmosphere was very heavy. Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing. When Xu Jianye and Yan Lingfeng came in, no one looked up.

Yan Lingfeng obediently went to his position and sat down, and then held his chin with great interest and waited to watch Xu Jianye's performance.

"What's wrong with you? Isn't it quite noisy? Isn't it that the biggest old man doesn't pay attention to anyone? Why is this wither now? Ah?" Xu Jianye said slowly with a straight face, "Are you honest now? Do you know how many catties and taels you have?

Answer Xu Jianye's silent silence. They have forgotten when the last time they fell behind in the midfield. Since the establishment of Lieutenant Colonel Shuiyun's basketball team, although they have been stumbling and have not won a championship so far, they are used to winning, getting used to leading, and falling behind at half-time. It's behind a team that they didn't care about before the game, and it's naturally very uncomfortable and awkward.

Xu Jianye pretended to be angry and coughed and said, "Although I am very dissatisfied with your performance in the first half, they are as timid as a group of soft-footed shrimps, but you can't deny that you have done your best, right?"

Xu Jianye's question is actually difficult to answer. If you admit that you try your best, you have to admit that your skills are not as good as others, which is completely unacceptable for arrogant team members. However, if not, it is to admit that you are lazy, so the answer to Xu Jianye is still silent.

"Of course, everyone tried their best, but we were a little uncomfortable with their play for a while." Yan Lingfeng replied meditatingly that he had learned a little about Xu Jianye's idea and knew that the coach was actually very clear about the reason for lagging behind, and he was also hinting at other teammates.

Sun Feiying, who has a delicate heart, knew it as soon as she heard Yan Lingfeng's words. She quickly smiled and echoed, "Ling Feng is right. We now know how to deal with them, so please rest assured that we will definitely sound the counterattack horn in the second half."

Xu Jianye nodded calmly and did not say anything, but focused on others. Fu Zijun and others also hurriedly stated that Xu Jianye's face became a little better. "Since you say so, I will give you a chance to prove yourself. In fact, at the end of the second quarter, the opponent could not run, but you were scared and didn't notice it. After the start of the second half, the opponents who have tasted the sweetness will definitely continue to use the so-called 'mad dog' tactics to oppress us, but after all, they are not bronze and iron, so I dare to assert that their physical condition will definitely go wrong for half a period of time, and this is the best opportunity for us to defeat our opponents. What is the key reason for the success or failure of a game? Pumshi! The momentum of victory, the unprecedented momentum, can overwhelm the opponent in the momentum, and we will win half! So I only have one request for you now. Even if you lose, you can't lose momentum!"

Yan Lingfeng secretly spit out his tongue. At this time, his opponent was already the end of the strong crossbow. After the three drums sounded, he was already tired. At this time, a straw could crush them, not to mention the stormy weather when twelve people gathered together. If you can overwhelm your opponent at this time, don't you have to worry about winning the game?

If the theme of the dressing room on this side of Shuiyun Middle School is silence, then there is only one word on the other side of Texas, tired! They were indeed too tired to run at the expense of physical strength and got the leading result, but they killed a thousand enemies and lost 800 themselves. When they were on the court, they could still support it with an unyielding air, but after returning to the locker room, they immediately appeared in their original shape one by one, or lying down or lying down, and could sit up straight. Only those who have not yet had a chance to appear.

Zhang Degui came in with a worried face. People must have immediate worries. It's not that he can't see the team's hidden worries, but it's like drinking poison to quench his thirst. Although he knows that this will be pushed to the edge of the cliff by the team, he has no other choice for that glimmer of vitality.

Shao Fei sat quietly in the corner and gasped, and the sweat on his body surged out. The team leader, like Shuiyun Yizhong, was also a very beautiful girl, holding a towel to keep wiping his sweat without avoiding suspicion. Du Zhenghui collapsed directly on the floor with his four feet facing heaven and earth, and his glasses were as deep as a hot dog. Chen Wei closed his eyes and leaned against the wardrobe. In the constant collision with Xu Zhong, he fainted as soon as he entered the locker room. Fortunately, the team doctor followed him and woke him up after two times. However, there is still no listless spirit.

In an instant, Zhang Degui had a feeling that he was like walking into the wounded barracks. Looking at the exhausted team members, his eyes were unconsciously wet. What a good group of children! This game may still be inevitable, but Zhang Degui feels that he has no regrets. They have done their best and tried their best. What if they lose the game? As long as this unyielding spirit is still there, they are the winners.

Zhang Degui stood quietly among the team members. He didn't say a word, but just swept over the faces of the team members one by one with comforting eyes. At this time, he was silent. He didn't need to say anything, but passed on his warmth to the team members.

The 20-minute half-time break was too long for the audience, but for Texas No. 4 Middle School, these 20 minutes seemed to pass in a blink of an eye. The staff of the organizing committee had urged them three times. Shao Fei shook his head and stood up and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Brothers! I know everyone is tired, and so am I! But no matter how hard and tired we are, we can't give up! We have been fighting for 20 minutes. Why can't we fight for 20 minutes? Our opponents have been scared out of courage. We are tired, and they will only be more tired! At this time, whoever is more tenacious and persistent will win! It's up!"

will be the courage of soldiers. In Texas No. 4 Middle School, Shao Fei is undoubtedly the invincibility of the attack. Seeing that Shao Fei has stood up, the members of Texas No. 4 Middle School also stood up one by one, slowly but firmly following Shao Fei out of the locker room.

In the venue, Yan Lingfeng warmed up while humming a brisk song. Only when he approached him could hear clearly what he was humming was, "I'm here waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to come back to see the peach blossoms bloom." Sun Feiying curled her lips helplessly and said, "You don't sing when you sing. How can you sing now?"

Yan Lingfeng stepped on the three-point line and threw the basketball in his hand, and then kept looking at the basketball hollow into the net before smiling and answering, "I'd like it, how?"

"How can it be?" Sun Feiying rolled his eyes and said, "People who don't know think that someone is killing pigs here!"

When the two talked and laughed, the late Texas No. 4 Middle School finally walked to the venue, and the fatigue in the locker room was swept away, and they looked ambitious.

"Look, the flowers are blooming." Yan Lingfeng spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "This is really a donkey. Obviously, he is as tired as a dog, but he still walks like a human. Are you tired?"

Sun Feiying stared at him as if he didn't know Yan Lingfeng and asked, "When did your tongue become so poisonous?"

Yan Lingfeng blinked and did not answer his question. He threw the ball to the side of the court and slowly took off his training suit. Now that the players of Texas No. 4 Middle School have returned, the second half of the game will begin.

The first serve attack was Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, which was behind the score. Yan Lingfeng received the ball from the referee's hand and looked up and was happy. It turned out that Texas No. 4 Middle School ate the sweetness of the whole court. At the beginning of the second half, he regained the posture of pressing. Shao Fei followed Zhao Senming, Zhu Tianyu and Wang Yong step by step. Two people caught Sun Feiying. In the first half, they used this move to force Shuiyun to serve three times, but they forgot that the person who served has been replaced by Yan Lingfeng, who has a higher level of vision and arm strength than Fu Zijun.

Yan Lingfeng took the ball, laughed, and suddenly rounded his arm to throw the ball out to the front court. Near the middle circle, Xu Zhong took two steps back and knocked Chen Wei away without much force. He jumped high and took the ball into his hand, then turned around and dribbled the ball and rushed to the basket.

The tight formation of Texas No. 4 Middle School is actually a big problem. Although the defense in the front court is very tight, their backfield is empty. Xu Zhong took a big step and rushed to the three-point line in a few steps. Chen Wei was stabbling by Xu Zhong and took several steps back to barely stand firm. It was too late to chase back.

In the first defense and the second defense, Du Zhenghui was in a dilemma. Whether he wanted to go forward to make up for the defense, there would always be a person. In the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and stand down in the basket, raising his arms high to bet that his opponent's shot would not be missed.

Du Zhenghui's height was about 1.95 meters, but his arm span reached an amazing 2.05 meters, so he was sure that Xu Zhong did not dare to stand up, but Xu Zhong was bold, but Xu Zhong didn't seem to see him. He shouted violently, held the basketball with his hands high and jumped up. Taishan hit the basket like a top.

A trace of cold light flashed in Du Zhenghui's eyes, and his steel teeth bit and jumped up. His hands were together, but his right knee was slightly raised. In order to protect himself and teach this bastard a lesson, Du Zhenghui's consciousness already had the intention to hurt people.

Du Zhenghui's vision is beautiful, but he ignored a very important issue, that is, the power of Xu Zhong. Xu Zhong's dunk was not as fancy as Yan Lingfeng. He went straight up and down, but he dropped ten times. In front of his overwhelming power, Du Zhenghui was swallowed up in a blink of an eye like a boat in the waves. He didn't have time to use the long-planned "t flirting iron knee", and his whole person was like It flew out like a broken kite.

"Bung!" With a loud sound, Xu Zhong's two iron hands smashed the ball into the basket heavily. Xu Zhong pulled the basket hard again. The whole basket was swaying, and Du Zhenghui under the basket was pale.

"Du!"

The referee's whistle sounded in time, and the White team No. 6 blocked the foul, and the ball was effective. One penalty was added!

The beast Xu Zhong once again gained power and sounded the horn of the counterattack in Shuiyun with an unstoppable violent slam dunk.

[Continue power outage, helpless, the first update! About an hour later, it is the second update. Yan Lingfeng is struggling, and Chang'an is also struggling, asking for red tickets and collection!]