Chapter 231 First point guard 3

Qiao Jun's fingers are about to touch the basketball, but Gao Yang's feet are still motionless as if they were sticking to the floor. Did Gao Yang give up? Almost everyone thinks so. After all, the height gap between the two is too obvious. They determined that Gao Yang would not do that useless work by themselves. Qiao Jun also thought so. A contemptuous smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. An opponent who did not even dare to use a sword was really not deserve his respect. .

His heart was relaxed, and his hands were relaxed. Qiao Jun no longer paid attention to Gao Yang, so the fierceness just now dissipated. But at this time, Gao Yang, who had been as honest as a big bull, suddenly broke out. His take-off was silent, and his arm was as fast and accurate as a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. He hit the bottom of the basketball at once. Qiao Jun's right hand had just touched the basketball. Before he could exert his strength, the basketball had flown out uncontrollably in the opposite direction. Qiao Jun was stunned and stared at Gao Yang in disbelief. The power of hearsay was never the most powerful. Only when he saw it with his own eyes did he know how horrible Gao Yang's bounce speed was. His short and thick calves were like a pair of springs. It took Qiao Jun a second to reach his height. It took less than 0.1 seconds.

The basketball fell under the control of the players of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School without any suspense. Yan Lingfeng gently jumped up and took the ball in his hand, but unexpectedly did not choose to pass back to the point guard, but directly charged the opponent with the ball to the opponent's half.

The opposite position with Yan Lingfeng is none other than others. Before the start of the official game, Huang Feng has been eager to compete with Yan Lingfeng. If it were someone else to defend Yan Lingfeng, then he was likely to be caught off guard by his move, but Huang Feng had already been angry. After playing, his eyes stopped at Yan Ling The wind has not shifted. Yan Lingfeng's speed was very fast, but his reaction was not slow. As soon as Yan Lingfeng crossed the middle line, he opened his arms murderously and stood in front of him.

There is no prelude, no transition, and the game just arrived at the beginning of **. What do the audience like to watch? Ten people have at least 8 slam dunks that like blood spurt. In addition, the duel of arrow characters is also worth looking forward to. After all, this kind of duel often ends with dunks.

If the sneak attack did not work, Yan Lingfeng gave up the plan of blitzkrieg, stopped the ball to wave to his teammates forward, and looked at the opponent calmly. Huang Fenglie, 1.22 meters tall, 90 kilograms in weight, first-class physical fitness, excellent bounce and strength, comprehensive offensive technology, strong defensive ability, is a very difficult enemy to deal with. There was a message about Huang Fenglie in his mind. Yan Lingfeng hung a strange smile on the corners of his mouth. Huang Fenglie was undoubtedly a player with excellent ability and looked impeccable, but in fact, no one was perfect. Huang Fenglie was no exception. He also had shortcomings, and it was a fatal shortcoming. , his personality is too impulsive and irritable, just like gunpowder. Yan Lingfeng is really confident to deal with such a brave and reckless man.

The teammates have settled down and stopped. Yan Lingfeng is not in a hurry to attack, but patted the basketball and joked, "Do you like chili very much?"

"Stop talking nonsense, a man will step over me!" Huang Feng didn't answer, and the cow's eyes stared on his chest and responded passionately.

"I guess you must be born in the year of the cow and are color blind. Otherwise, how could you be so excited to see our yellow jersey?" Yan Lingfeng really likes to deal with opponents like Huang Fenglie, and the superiority of IQ will give him a very happy sense of achievement.

"Shut up! Or I'll tear you up!" Huang Fenglie's emotions have always been very excited, but now he looks more excited.

"hehe." How could Yan Lingfeng take the warning of the fierce yellow wind in mind? After a careless smile, he said, "Do you think you can prevent me?"

"Nonsense!" Huang Fenglie responded confidently, "I know your name is Yan Lingfeng, and I also know that many people say that your breakthrough is insoluble, but I tell you, it's because you didn't meet me! This game is over. Oh, you don't have to wait until the game is over. Soon you will know what 'there are days outside, there are people outside'!"

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to attack. Attention, I'm going to break into the left!" Yan Lingfeng spoke and accelerated his dribbling rhythm, suddenly stepped down and changed the ball to his left hand and rushed out to the left.

Of course, Huang Fenglie will not believe Yan Lingfeng's nonsense. He only believes in his eyes and judgment, but his brain nerves are inevitably affected, and his movements are half a beat slower than usual. In this kind of master's duel, the slightest negligence will lead to a reversal of victory or defeat. Huang Fenglie lost the opportunity to defend. By the time he reacted, Yan Lingfeng had already roared from him and rushed to the basket.

The coach of Weifang No. 1 Middle School's surname is Wang Mingba. His name is very domineering, but his appearance is very sorry for his name. He is 1.65 meters tall, shrinking his head and shrinking his head, with a small nose and small eyes. The suit he wears is obviously a size larger, and it on his body is like wearing a sack. But as the saying goes, what is concentrated is the essence. Wang Ba is not as tall and can resist explosives, and can lead Weifang No. 1 Middle School to break into the top four all the way. The outside world has paid attention to Zhou Yu, but Wang Ba is actually the one who has made the greatest achievements. Before the game, Wang Ba carefully studied Yan Lingfeng's game video and formulated a series of strategies to defend him. Huang Fenglie was actually just in front of him to attract firepower, and the real killing move was actually hidden behind.

As soon as Yan Lingfeng stepped into the three-point line with his right foot and his left foot was still hanging in the air, Liang Junwei, the big striker of Weifang No. 1 Middle School, and Liu Jianhui, the shooting guard, suddenly killed him from both sides and wrapped him in the middle with their hands high. At this time, Huang Fenglie also quickly chased back to Yan Ling near the three-point line. The wind forms an impenetrable encirclement.

Yan Lingfeng had no choice but to stop the ball and bend down with his hands in his arms to find the space to pass the ball, but the three people were obviously ready. Their hands and legs moved together, just like a group of ADHD patients, doing everything possible to interfere with Yan Lingfeng's sight.

The opponent's bag was very decisive and decisive. Yan Lingfeng accidentally fell into the enemy's trap. Although he knew that some teammates would be free at this time, he did not dare to pass the ball blindly. These three people were obviously specially trained before, and their tacit cooperation almost blocked all of Yan Lingfeng's passing routes. .

"I can't help it!" Yan Lingfeng, who was sweating, gritted his teeth and suddenly straightened up and held the basketball high. Jumping and passing the ball was originally a taboo on the basketball court, but at this time, Yan Lingfeng had no better choice. Naturally, the opponent who was about to succeed would not let the prey fly away. Liu Jianhui pulled Yan Lingfeng's skirt. With a strong drag, Liang Junwei raised his knees and hid on Yan Lingfeng's calf muscles. As for Huang Feng, regardless of the bounce height and speed, he naturally took on the task of air blockade.

All three roads encountered trouble. Yan Lingfeng felt as uncomfortable as if he were scattered. He gritted his teeth and reluctantly threw the ball to Sun Feiying, who was undefended in sight, and fell down weakly as if he had exhausted the last trace of energy.

Sun Feiying's eyes were full of angry flames. The opponent's shameless defense made him angry. He could see clearly. Liang Junwei's knees and Liu Jianhui's black hands were typical hurtful actions. Their purpose was much more than defense. They were determined to abolish Yan Lingfeng!

After all, Sun Feiying is much more mature. Although her heart and lungs are blown up, her brain is still awake. The referee has to continue the game without blowing a whistle. The best way to avenge Yan Lingfeng is not to rush forward to return the old fist, but to hit them in the face with goals. The more beautiful the ball is, the heavier it will be. However, Sun Feiying was rarely rational, but one person did not agree. Seeing that the basketball was about to be in close contact with Sun Feiying's fingers, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the two and broke the ball away.

Sun Feiying naturally did not stay still and wait for the basketball to fly to his hand. He has been running forward and can avoid the eyes of Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying. This person who broke the ball is naturally amazing. In fact, he has always been amazing. He is Zhou Yu, the first point guard of high school students in the province.

Zhou Yu broke the ball with his chest. Before Sun Feiying received the ball, he straightened his chest and gently hit it. The basketball obediently changed its direction and flew straight ahead. Zhou Yu followed him and easily picked the ball in his hand, and then he didn't have to look up to observe it again, because he had observed it before he broke the ball and directly raised his hand and made an oblique pass.

Before Yan Lingfeng fell to the floor, Liu Jianhui, the originator, had released his hand and retreated alertly. Yu Guang noticed that Zhou Yu had broken the ball in his hand. He immediately ran to the front court. This was a long-term tacit understanding, and also because of his unconditional trust in Zhou Yu. He knew that he only needed to run to the position. Zhou Yu will definitely pass the ball.

Zhou Yu is called the first point guard because of his passing skills. His overall view is far beyond the scope of his peers. He can even feel the position of each teammate without looking up. He blocked Zhao Senming with his shoulders sideways. Zhou Yu's pass was fast and steady, just to run. Liu Jianhui's hand.

Liu Jianhui's speed is not too fast, but at this time, Zhao Senming and Sun Feiying have been attracted by Zhou Yu, while Yan Lingfeng is lying on the floor, so Liu Jianhui rushed to the front court smoothly all the way to pick up the basket.

2：0!

Wang Ba on the sidelines smiled sadly and looked up at Xu Jianye proudly and said to himself, "Isn't it good to be hurt by his unique learning?"

At this time, Xu Jianye has paid all his attention to Yan Lingfeng, who fell to the ground. There is no way to pay attention to him. There is no need for him to speak. Two team doctors have rushed into the field with a first aid kit. At this time, Yan Lingfeng can barely be regarded as the "school treasure" of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School. If he has something If it's long or short, then Shuiyun won't even think about the championship trophy.

Yan Lingfeng lay softly on the floor, without shouting pain or rolling back and forth. His cold eyes stared straight at Liang Junwei's knees. The knee that pushed his calf flashed away with a fierce look. He waved his hand to refuse the help of his teammates. A man climbed up tremblingly and barely squeezed out a smile. Rong said to the team doctor, "Don't worry, I'm fine..."