Chapter 232 First point guard 4

"If you have nothing to do, it doesn't matter. Sit down and let us check it!" Liu's doctor roared and pulled Yan Lingfeng's arm to let him sit on the floor, then took a deep breath and gently kneaded it on his calf and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Lingfeng frowned and nodded gently, "A little?"

"Does it hurt a little or does it still hurt? You must tell the truth!" Team doctor Liu's expression was very solemn. He could see clearly on the sidelines. When Yan Lingfeng landed, he obviously lost his balance. One foot tilted, and the weight of his whole body was pressed on the other leg, which was likely to cause the ligament to tear.

"It hurts!" Yan Lingfeng was very clear about the principle of avoiding medical treatment, so he did not hold on at this time. He gritted his teeth and told the truth. Cold sweat flowed down. His hands were clenched, and his ten fingers had been embedded in the meat.

"What about here?" Team doctor Liu put his hand on Yan Lingfeng's right knee again, pressed it carefully and asked.

"It's okay." Yan Lingfeng shook his head and stretched out his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead. "Dr. Liu, I'm really fine. I know my body. I must continue to compete, for sure!"

Team doctor Liu looked at him and sighed gently, "It should be okay. You are lucky that you didn't hurt your bones and ligaments, but I suggest that you still rest off the court."

"No!" Yan Lingfeng replied firmly, "I have lost two champions. I don't allow yesterday's story to be repeated. Even if I die on the field, I will never get out!"

"All right." Team Liu took out an aerosol and sprayed it for him, and then helped him stand up and nodded helplessly, "You must be careful, understand?"

"Just take a look!" Yan Lingfeng smiled gistly, "People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden. This is what they forced me!"

The two team doctors slowly walked off the court, but Yan Lingfeng limped to the referee and asked calmly, "Just now, you didn't see anything?"

There was no anger or accusation in Yan Lingfeng's voice. He was very calm and calm without a trace of emotion.

"No." The referee also replied calmly.

"As long as the foul you haven't seen is not a foul, is that what you mean?" Yan Lingfeng pointed to his red calf and said, "This can't prove anything, right?"

"That's right!" The referee originally thought that Yan Lingfeng had come to complain to him. He had made up his mind to ignore it, but he didn't expect that Yan Lingfeng didn't say a word of complaint. His calmness made the referee feel very faceless, which made him feel out of control, so his attitude was not so kind.

"Okay, I hope you can remember this sentence." Yan Lingfeng slowly raised his right hand and raised his thumb to slowly retreat to the referee.

If you want to know it, you can't do it yourself. Although Liu Jianhui's three small actions deceived the referee, the audience's eyes were bright. They came to watch the basketball game rather than the Sanda game. Many of them were very disdaish at the behavior of Liu Jianhui and others. They shouted the number of Liu Jianhui and others, and then expressed it with a brushed middle finger. The indignation of the heart.

The scolding of the audience came to his ears, and Huang Fenglie's expression was very embarrassed. He had always wanted to compete with this legendary little striker, but the coach's words before the game made his long-cherished wish come to nothing. Huang Fenglie remembers clearly that Wang Ba said at that time, "This Yan Lingfeng's strength is very strong, and he is definitely not alone to defend, so I ask you to take a bag on him at any time in this game, and you should be decisive. Even if it is a foul, you must achieve the greatest value of every foul. Do you understand?"

Liu Jianhui understood the coach's meaning, so while loosening Yan Lingfeng's jersey, he punched him fiercely in his ribs; Liang Junwei understood the coach's meaning, so after turning over Yan Lingfeng with his knee, he pretended to inadvertently stretch out his foot and put it on Yan Lingfeng's landing position, but Yan Ling Feng was lucky and didn't step on it; Huang Fengtao didn't understand, so his defense was clean from beginning to end. Regardless of so much, everyone hides a dream about a lonely hero in their hearts. Today, Yan Lingfeng is very much like himself in his dream, so they do not hesitate to express their sympathy for Yan Lingfeng. At the same time, they also give deep contempt to his opponents, which is also included. Although he didn't mean to hurt people from beginning to end.

Zhao Senming pushed the ball from the backcourt to the front court. After remembering the coach's instructions, he did not hesitate to avoid Zhou Yu's interference and gave the earth to Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng held the ball around his waist. His expression was very calm, his eyes were very calm, and his words were also very calm. "You will regret it, I swear!"

The volcano before the eruption was very calm, and Yan Lingfeng was like a volcano that was about to erupt at this time. Calm is just an illusion. The surging waves in his heart, the anger of leaving for the first time in his life. His opponent's unscure behavior has deeply stimulated all his potential. Now he has forgotten the champion in his heart and the damn 50 points. What he thinks is as he said, he wants to Let his opponents regret it!

"Or left!" Yan Lingfeng launched an attack as soon as his voice sank without waiting for Huang Fenglie to answer. His speed was extremely fast, as fast as lightning, as fast as a running horse. It was so fast that people were stunned. He only saw a flash of yellow light, and Huang Fenglie appeared behind him.

Liu Jianhui and Liang Junwei tasted the sweetness. They were ready to pack before Yan Lingfeng started, but Yan Lingfeng's speed was so fast that they didn't have time to react, and Yan Lingfeng rushed to the free throw line.

Yan Lingfeng shouted violently, holding the basketball with his hands high and kicking hard, and his whole body jumped high and jumping in the free throw line. The target of Yan Lingfeng's bombing must be the basket without guessing. Qiao Jun, the opponent's center guarding under the basket also shouted violently and bravely jumped up against Yan Lingfeng. He He did not expect to block Yan Lingfeng's slam dunk. The coach's words were also kept in his heart. The foul was not terrible, but the terrible thing was that there was no value and meaningless foul. Qiao Jun is ready to foul and is ready to fight against Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng looked at Qiao Jun with a resolute expression and suddenly grinned happily. It's not too late for a gentleman to avenge. Yan Lingfeng is not a gentleman, so he has always believed that he must repay. If he can do what he can do well today, he will never put it off until tomorrow.

Qiao Jun's elbow was raised and his knees were raised. His whole body was like a hedgehog full of thorns. Yan Lingfeng wanted to buckle through him, but he had to pay the price! The two quickly collided, and Mars hit the earth. Then they saw two people fold together and fall on the floor at the same time, but the basketball that should have appeared in Yan Lingfeng's hands disappeared. Just as the audience was looking for basketball everywhere, they saw the yellow light suddenly rise to the sky and stride under the basket. With a long roar, he pressed the ball into the basket with one hand.

2:2!

Xu Zhong didn't have time to celebrate. He hurriedly let go of his hand and landed on the floor. He ran forward and pulled Yan Lingfeng's arm to pull him up and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts me so much..." Yan Lingfeng gave Xu Zhong a "reassuring" look, and then pretended to be wailing.

Yan Lingfeng looked painful, but Qiao Jun's face, who fell down with him, became like silver paper. His eyes were lax and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood. If his eyes were not open, he would have looked like a dead man.

The referee saw clearly that Yan Lingfeng had passed the ball out before he collided with Qiao Jun, so this ball is naturally not a hitman with the ball. He trot over and looked at Qiao Jun, who was lying on the floor with a trace of pity in his eyes, and sighed and greeted the team doctor of Weifang No. 1 Middle School to enter the field.

Where can he be summoned? The team doctor of Weifang No. 1 Middle School has already rushed over to check, and finally came to a very frustrating conclusion. Qiao Jun's heart was hit hard, and he must be sent to the hospital immediately, otherwise his life will be in danger.

After hearing the team doctor's words, Wang Ba dared not hesitate and immediately applied to the staff of the organizing committee for an ambulance to enter the field.

"This is just the first one." Yan Lingfeng's voice is still so calm, but now it sounds like a chilling feeling. It doesn't break out in silence, but dies in silence. Yan Lingfeng is obviously not the kind of person who will die.

Huang Fenglie's teeth clenched, and his fists stretched out and clenched. Although he didn't see the picture of the two colliding clearly, he could be sure that Qiao Jun's serious injury must have nothing to do with Yan Lingfeng. Weifang No. 1 Middle School wanted to get rid of Yan Lingfeng with this sinister method, but he didn't expect to They have lost their own main center before they succeed.

"Don't go too much!" Huang Fenglie took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Basketball is sacred. I don't want this game to have a shameful stain!"

Yan Lingfeng looked helplessly spread out his hand and shrugged his shoulders and said, "I think you should say this sentence to your teammates, because they should know the word Hang Dirty more than me."

"Wait and see, the grasshopper after autumn will jump for a few days!" Naturally, Huang Fenglie can't ask his teammates to be gentle with Yan Lingfeng, so he can only leave a cruel word.

Yan Lingfeng smiled. Qiao Jun's serious injury and departure obviously put his opponent into panic. This is the effect he wants. A person should have a bottom line, and it is the same to play. A team without a bottom line will never win the respect of others, just like Weifang No. 1 Middle School, their ugly behavior They are no longer like simple students. Under the leadership of the shrinking Wang Ba, most of them have become as cunning as old deep-fried dough sticks.

The panic obviously does not include Zhou Yu. His eyes are very useful, so he is one of the few people who can clearly see the cause of Qiao Jun's injury. Yan Lingfeng is obviously premeditated. One of his legs has always been slightly bent. Obviously, this is not because he is a circle of legs, but because he has been accumulating strength and then grabbing Qiao Jun made a black hand before, and his knee was hitting Qiao Jun's heart, which was too harmful to Qiao Jun. Anyone's heart is the most important organ. If there is an organ problem, Qiao Jun naturally can't continue the competition.

Zhou Yu was not in a hurry to serve, but slowly walked to Yan Lingfeng and whispered, "I apologize on behalf of the team, but you have done it..."