Chapter 238 First point guard 9

"Shut up!"

Zhao Senming stared at Sun Feiying with a gloomy face and roared, "Give the ball to me!"

Sun Feiying has never been willing to suffer losses. He must return ten punches when others punched him, but this time he took two deep breaths and endured it. Anyway, Zhao Senming is also his brother, not to mention this is a provincial competition. Once he retorted, it is a scandal. In that case, the whole Shuiyun will follow Shame. Sun Feiying is a person who cares about the overall situation, so he does not have the same experience as Zhao Senming, but he did not pass the ball to him, but dribbled the ball directly to the front court.

Sun Feiying is very angry. He has never been so aggrieved when he has grown up. Even those fearless gangsters on the street, he has to shout "Sun Gongzi" respectfully when he sees him. Zhao Senming gave him a good reason to show his face. If it had been on other occasions, Sun Feiying would have turned against him long ago, but now He can't. Whether it's for himself or the image of the school, he must put up with this breath.

Sun Feiying can't argue with Zhao Senming, but his evil fire must be vented, and Weifang No. 1 Middle School has become the only choice for diarrhea. Liu Jianhui, who defends Sun Feiying, is nearly 1.9 meters tall. He has two very funny mustaches on his big face. He has long legs and short legs, but his feet move very fast. He is a player with the best personal defensive ability in Weifang No. 1 Middle School. Sun Feiying has never played well in this game, and it is precisely because Liu Jianhui's close defense against him is so close that Sun Feiying doesn't even have many opportunities to connect the ball.

Sun Feiying's speed of racketing the ball was very fast, and his whole body was like the bowstring of the full moon. The muscles under his whole body bulged high, and a pair of eyes emitted a chilling coldness in the wild. Even though Liu Jianhui was bold and careful, he was still trembled by Sun Feiying's eyes, and his legs were soft and almost fell to the ground.

The teammates have fallen in place. Although Sun Feiying didn't say anything, they all understand that Sun Feiying intends to play singles with the ball, which is a tacit understanding formed for a long time. Xu Zhong and Gao Yang pulled out the basket left and right. Fu Zijun stood near the free throw line. In this position, he could not only go forward to cover, but also pull to the outside line to catch the ball. As for Zhao Senming, he still stood outside the three-point line on the other side as if the world was full of creditors who owed money.

Sun Feiying's dribble frequency is getting faster and faster. There are already small beads of sweat on his head, and Liu Jianhui is not easy. In the process of constantly interfering, his physical energy consumption is also very large. The two are like crossing the air. They don't want to touch each move, but the intensity of the competition is not as real knife at all. The fight of the gun is bad.

Liu Jianhui once again took his right foot and stretched out his right hand to test it. He did not expect to intercept the ball directly from Sun Feiying, but to destroy his dribbling rhythm. However, this time this tried move was caught by Sun Feiying. He did not retreat and moved forward. He roared at Liu Jianhui's right hand. Hit it.

Liu Jianhui was shocked and quickly withdrew his hand. He was half 90 miles away. Sun Feiying obviously wanted to find a foul. Seeing that this defense was about to succeed, Liu Jianhui was certainly unwilling to foul at this time, because even if he didn't take a penalty, he still had to return. However, Sun Feiying's retreat did not appreciate it. He took a step further. As soon as he turned to dribbling, he would pass through Liu Jianhui's side. Naturally, Liu Jianhui refused to let him succeed. He took a step with his right foot, and his center of gravity pressed to the right side and blocked Sun Feiying.

Liu Jianhui's defensive response can be said to be very fast, but Sun Feiying was not in a hurry. His body pulled the ball very harmoniously and took a step back. The basketball was changed from his right hand to his left hand, and it was another start acceleration and broke through in the opposite direction. Sun Feiying was actually not good at dripping with his left hand. If he broke through with his left hand at the beginning, it would be easy to be intercepted by his opponent, but now it is difficult for Liu Jianhui to control his body's center of gravity. He gritted his teeth and followed him, but he didn't expect that Sun Feiying pulled the ball back again and changed his hand again. Liu Jianhui finally couldn't keep up. Now he is like a numb flower. There was no way to control the balance by shaking left and right. He fell to the ground with a "plop" and watched Sun Feiying's dribbling into the inner line from his side.

There are less than 2 seconds left in the attack time. It must be too late to rush to the basket. Sun Feiying can only stop the ball and pull up to jump off the shot one step within the three-point line. Although his shooting ability is not at the top level, it is at least much better than Yan Lingfeng. In addition, the rhythm of the ball is very good. Sun Feiying was confident that he would hit the watch shot.

Sun Feiying's sudden stop jump shot was well connected. He stepped on the floor with his right foot and jumped up with the ball in both hands. His posture was very beautiful and his movements were very chic, but a trace of despair appeared on his face. His hand shape is well maintained, but the basketball has disappeared. Of course, the basketball did not fly to the basket, but appeared in Zhou Yu's hand like a ghost. At the moment Sun Feiying jumped up, Zhou Yu appeared in front of him like a ghost again, stretched out his hand and patted it gently.

Zhou Yu dribbled the ball, then rounded his arm and shook it hard to the front court. Liu Jianhui had started at high speed and caught the ball and ran to the front court with a smoke in his hand.

Seeing that Shuiyun No.1 Middle School was about to lose points, Xiao Cui on the rebroadcast sighed briefly and patted the table like a steel and said, "This is really a remember to eat or not to play. It has been interrupted by Zhou Yu once before. This time it is still so careless. If it goes on like this without adjustment, Shuiyun No.1 will definitely lose this game! "

Xiao Cui understands Song Tao, the love of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, but understanding does not mean that he wants to love as deeply as Xiao Cui. His position has always been very neutral when broadcasting the game of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School. After listening to Xiao Cui's words, he frowned and nodded, "Zhou Yu is really the best control in Shandong Province at this age. Defender, the IQ of the court is too high, the overall view is excellent, decisive and clean. When Shuiyun No.1 Middle School meets such an opponent, it is difficult to pass the game as easily as the previous games.

"What?" Little Cui Chouyun nodded bleakly, but his eyes suddenly stood up, "Come on, run!"

It turned out that when Liu Jianhui was running on the dust, a yellow figure chased after him crazily. The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and he was about to go side by side. Liu Jianhui's thighs are wide, his calves are short and thick, his pace is fast, his stride is large, and his speed is naturally not slow. He is not willing to chase the man behind him. It was Sun Feiying, who was his opponent to launch a fast attack because of his mistake that he did not complain about Zhou Yu's hand when he intercepted the ball like a complaining woman, although this is a fact He learned from Yan Lingfeng's movements in the air and forcibly reversed his direction. Before landing, he strode and gritted his teeth and ran wildly.

Although the two had a distance of three or four meters, and although it seemed to be an impossible task, Sun Feiying still caught up with him without hesitation. The man had to bear the mistakes he had made. No matter how difficult it was, he had to grit his teeth and stop. No matter how impossible it seems, you have to grit your teeth and persist. To his best, the crazy Sun Feiying burst out with a terrible power. His speed has never been so fast. Liu Jianhui's speed was originally inferior to him. In addition, he had a ball in his hand, so he was finally caught up by Sun Feiying near the penalty line.

Liu Jianhui has jumped up with the ball, and he has run all the way and exerted all his strength. Naturally, he does not want to fail at this last moment. Sun Feiying did not jump with him. He ran all the way to the end of the crossbow. In addition, his height and arm span were not as good as his opponents, so it was completely impossible to give Liu Jianhui a chasing nail plate hat. Sun Feiying stretched out his hands, hugged Liu Jianhui's calf with his eyes closed, and gently pulled Liu Jianhui out of the sky.

Sun Feiying did not know that this was a foul, and it was likely to be a foul, but he had no choice. If he wanted to interrupt the opponent's continuous pursuit of points, he must stop the opponent's fast attack, even if it was a foul to send the opponent to the free throw line. Liu Jianhui didn't expect Sun Feiying to make this move at all. His whole body was focused on his arm, so Sun Feiying just gently pulled him and fell down holding the ball with a wail.

"Puff!" With a muffled sound, Liu Jianhui, who weighed nearly 90 kilograms, fell lightly this time. Sun Feiying bent down with guilt and squeezed his mouth and just wanted to apologize, but he didn't expect that Liu Jianhui, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and punched Sun Feiying's nose with a heavy fist.

Sun Feiying didn't have time to dodge, just like Liu Jianhui didn't expect that he would drag his legs. He didn't expect Liu Jianhui to punch in this situation. He couldn't dodge. His nosebleeds had flowed out, and a golden star in front of him, and his whole head almost shed tears.

After Liu Jianhui punched, he seemed to feel relieved and followed with another punch. Sun Feiying, who had precautions, dodged, and a pair of iron fists were not idle. He immediately returned a set of combination punches. If Liu Jianhui is just an amateur boxer, then Sun Feiying is a professional choice from a professional background. From childhood to hundreds of battles, Sun Feiying has been exhausted enough fighting experience. For a moment, he was attacked by Liu Jianhui without preparation. Sun Feiying, who recovered, immediately launched raindrop-like revenge. He hooked his left hook fist and right hooked and straight fisted all kinds of fists. Before Yan Lingfeng rushed into the field and pulled him away, Liu Jian Hui's big face has turned into a pig's head...

Liu Jianhui was completely stunned. He covered his head with his hands and retreated repeatedly. A trip under his feet fell on the floor again.

The sudden change made everyone dumbfounded. But soon, the audience burst into a burst of cheers louder than all cheers. They couldn't wait for all the team members, including coaches, to squeeze together for a "crack" melee.

"I'm a bitch, how dare you beat me? I'm blinding your dog's eyes!" Sun Feiying's handsome face donated blood and slowly fell down the corners of his mouth on the floor. His whole body looked extremely ferocious and horrible. At first, he still had a little guilt in his heart, but now, he was only full of anger, and the flame that had been deliberately suppressed finally broke out completely. He knew that the game was for him. It's over, or a little exaggerated. For him, this competition has ended ahead of schedule, so he was no longer afraid. He turned around and grabbed Yan Lingfeng's jersey and roared, "Let go of the bitch! Let it be released! You are still a brother, aren't you? It's my brother who went to beat that bastard with me! If you're not a brother, get out of here!"