Chapter 234 First point guard 6

Anyone who can become the leader of a team must have some advantages that others do not have. Yan Lingfeng's advantage lies in his selflessness, and he can treat his teammates equally both on and off the court. Zhou Yu, no matter what he looks like, is full of self-confidence and is very good at transmitting this confidence to his teammates. He is confident but not arrogant, as silent and invisible as water, but he can't beat the strong man. Huang Fenglie, who was as fierce as fire, calmed him down and nodded convincingly, "Captain, I know."

"Hmm." Zhou Yuyun smiled lightly, "We will all help you."

When the ball came to the front court, it was still a boring block. Zhou Yu's use of block had reached the point of perfection. He turned around and accelerated to get rid of it, threw away Zhao Senming and rushed to the three-point line to stop the ball and pull up to shoot. With the previous lesson, Gao Yang hesitated and did not dare to come up for the defense, which also gave Zhou Yu a chance to take action calmly. Although Zhou Yu is not good at shooting, he is by no means a rookie like Gao Yang who was at a loss after leaving the three-second zone with the ball. He made a steady shot on the board and regained the lead.

Gao Yang watched Zhou Yu's shooting and scoring in a frenze. He scratched the back of his head helplessly and turned his eyes to Yan Lingfeng for help.

Anti-blocking and demolition has always been a worldwide problem. If it were so easy to solve the two elders in Utah, it would not have been so many years. Naturally, there is no good way for Yan Lingfeng. He thought about it and gave Gao Yang an encouraging look. Zhou Yu's shooting rate was just over 30%, and he could not do it every time. The shots were all hit, and didn't the coach also say that as long as he cut off the route of passing the ball to others? Zhou Yu liked to shoot, so he let him shoot well.

Gao Yang obviously understood the meaning of Yan Lingfeng and looked at Zhou Yu's back and nodded reluctantly.

Although he scored, Zhou Yu's face is not good. The opponent has obviously noticed that he is not good at shooting, so he is given such a large shooting space. If he is a scoring maniac, he will be very happy, but he is not. He has always liked to make shooting machines for his teammates. The person who will deliver shells to his teammates. Cutting off his passing route is equivalent to cutting off food and fodder supplies and letting him, a logistics soldier, go to the battlefield. Is it possible to win this battle?

This is impossible. Zhou Yu knew that Xu Jianye was also watching the fire, so he asked the team members to boldly empty Zhou Yu, because he knew very well that Zhou Yu alone could not be killed. Breaking Zhou Yu's passing route is equivalent to cutting off the second vein of Ren Du of Weifang No. 1 Middle School and has no internal strength. No matter how gorgeous the support is, it is useless.

Zhao Senming brought a soy sauce pot to the game today. Both the attack and defense are like invisible people. The only task is to advance the ball to the front court, and then hand over the ball to Yan Lingfeng for processing, which is enough to complete the task. Yan Lingfeng is ready to play Huang Fenglie with the ball for the fourth time. He defeated this opponent in the first three times, but Huang Fenglie still looks confident and is not depressed by Yan Lingfeng's sudden sieve.

"Guess, which side will I choose this time?" Yan Lingfeng patted the ball slowly and asked with a smile.

"Liar..." It's okay if Yan Lingfeng didn't mention this. As soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Feng suddenly remembered the shame of being teased before and bit his lips and snorted coldly.

"Left? Or the right? Or don't go left or right in the middle?" The smile at the corners of Yan Lingfeng's mouth is so weird. The basketball is obedient left and right in his hand, and Huang Feng's eyes naturally turn left and right. He has made up his mind to ignore Yan Lingfeng's nonsense. If he wants to prevent his breakthrough, he must rely on his own judgment.

Yan Lingfeng's dribbling speed was very fast and the rhythm was changeable. When Huang Feng felt that his eyes were about to be dazzled, he suddenly said something bad. A dark shadow had already flew over his face. Before he had time to think about it, he subconsciously turned his head and dodged, and the fast basketball flew over his cheek.

Huang Feng turned around and almost arched his head with regret. Of course, Yan Lingfeng's pass was not aimless. Liang Junwei was obviously worried that it would be too late for Yan Lingfeng to go forward after completing the breakthrough, so he secretly crossed the Chencang to take two steps before the rain. However, although his movement was hidden, he was still keenly by Yan Lingfeng. After capturing it, the basketball shook its wrist and flew out of its hand. It was flat, fast and stable, and accurately wiped Huang Feng's face and flew into Xu Zhong's hand.

Yan Lingfeng almost sent the ball to his mouth. Naturally, Xu Zhong would not miss such an opportunity and tiptoed to hit the basket.

7:6!

The two teams chased me and did not give in to each other. Weifang No.1 Middle School just overtook the score, and Shuiyun No.1 quickly returned the color with sharp attack. The players of the two teams entered the game very quickly and the shooting rate was very high. Of course, this is also related to the two teams having a core that is good at organizing the team's attack. People like Yan Lingfeng and Zhou Yu may not get too high scores, but they always sort out the team's attack on the court and send the ball to the most suitable position. They may not feel their importance when they are on the court, but when they are absent, the team's attack will fall into chaos. Only then can the importance be highlighted.

Weifang No.1 Middle School has no choice but to break through Yan Lingfeng. Similarly, Shuiyun No.1 Middle School is also at a loss about Weifang No. 1 Middle School's blocking and dismantachment cooperation. In the rest of the first quarter, the scores of the two teams rose very fast.

At the end of the first quarter, the score is 24:22!

This is a very high score, and both teams obviously put more energy into the attack. It is inevitable that the heart will be negligent in offensive and defensive, which also leads to the shooting rate of both teams exceeding 50% in the first quarter. The game scene was very beautiful, and the audience enjoyed watching it, but the coaches of the two teams were not so relaxed. They all knew that there would be no victory without defense, so they were not excited about the team's offensive situation, but frowned and thought about ways to limit the opponent's attack.

Yan Lingfeng shined in the first quarter, dragging a injured leg and scoring 13 points in 5 of 7 shots. In addition, he also sent 3 assists and 3 rebounds. This data can be said to be very amazing, but compared with him, Zhou Yu's performance is not inferior at all. Although Shuiyun's pass is strictly guarded, However, he found the opportunity to send 4 assists, and also scored 12 points with the middle shot he was not very good at.

"Quick, come on, apply this." Yan Lingfeng limped down Changlai. Team doctor Liu greeted him with the ice from the organizing committee, helped him sit down on the chair, and then put the ice cubes on his calf.

"Ss..." Yan Lingfeng took a breath of cold air. When he was on the court, he didn't feel anything. Now when he applied ice, he immediately felt bursts of pain.

"Does it hurt?" Team Liu's doctor frowned and said, "I still suggest you come down and rest for a while. At this time, in case of cramps, it is likely to cause a ligament strain, and then you will regret it."

"I don't regret it!" Yan Lingfeng gritted his teeth and shook his head firmly, "I know it!"

How's it going? Is there no big problem?" Xu Jianye came over and asked in a low voice, saying that Yan Lingfeng's physical condition is inseparable from how far Shuiyun No.1 Middle School can go. If Yan Lingfeng's body rests, then Shuiyun No.1 Middle School can basically withdraw from the competition for the championship.

"There is no big problem in theory." Team Liu's doctor frowned and said, "But to be safe, I think he should rest for half a quarter to a quarter of the game."

"No." Before Xu Jianye opened his mouth, Yan Lingfeng refused again, "I know my body. There will be no problem!"

"Don't be so stubborn!" Team Liu was a little angry, "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor? If you think you are better than me, that's good. I'll call the hospital now to resign. I can't do this job!"

"This stinky boy is like this. Dr. Liu, don't have the same experience as him. He wants to go on the stage and he has no finale. If I don't nod, he has to sit here honestly. You just said you asked him to take a half-time break, right?" Seeing that Team Liu was angry, Xu Jianye immediately turned his head and stared at Yan Lingfeng fiercely and carefully comforted him.

"Hmm." Liu's doctor nodded with a dark face, and it was very uncomfortable to be rejected with a kind heart.

"Alle! Just do as you say!" Xu Jianye turned around and pointed to Fu Zijun and said, "Get up and warm up!"

Yan Lingfeng opened his mouth and was about to object, but Xu Jianye came over and whispered, "Those who oppose me must have no good fruit to eat. You must believe it."

Yan Lingfeng stared helplessly at Xu Jianye with a cunning face and sighed weakly and leaned against the back of the chair. He was not a person who knew whether he was good or evil. He knew that both Team Doctor Liu and Xu Jianye were considering his health, so he could only choose to accept it after the protest was invalid.

Xu Jianye appeased Yan Lingfeng, patted him gently on the shoulder, then stood up and looked around at the team members, stared at Zhao Senming with a cough and said, "I'm very disappointed with your performance."

Zhao Senming lowered his head without saying a word. His eyes were the windows of his heart. He didn't want his eyes to expose his inner thoughts.

"Ha ha, I know you must be slandering me now. I told you to hand over the ball to Yan Lingfeng, right?" Xu Jianye's smile flashed, "Zhao Senming, tell me, what is the responsibility of a point guard?"

"I don't know!" In recent games, Zhao Senming has continuously competed with the four high school guard in the province. Shao Fei, Li Xin and Zhou Yu are much better than him. His personal ability has been venting with an evil fire in his heart. Xu Jianye's aggressiveness finally made him unable to stand it, and he answered angrily without raising his head.

"I don't know?" The moody Xu Jianye did not look angry because of Zhao Senming's collision, but put on a playful smile on his face again, "Do you think you don't know?"

"Yes!" Zhao Senming said with a neck. In fact, he had a little regret in his heart. He regretted that he should not have sent an evil fire on Xu Jianye, but the words had been said, and it was too late to take it back. He could only ignore the underworld and Baidao.

"Very good!" Xu Jianye clapped his palm and extended his thumb to Zhao Senming. "Since you have this attitude, I won't say anything. Ling Feng wants to rest. Xiangyang's injury is not healed yet, so you still have to play. As for how to beat you when you go up, it'll be up to you."

Xu Jianye threw away this sentence and ignored Zhao Senming. He clapped his hands and said, "Listen, everyone. We must strengthen our defense in the second quarter of the game, defensive defense or defense!"