Chapter 240 Microwave

Everyone pulled away, and the competition of ten people turned into a confrontation between two people. No one came forward to block, and no one came to defend. This was a trump card duel, and everyone else became supporting roles.

Zhou Yu's dribbling is still so strange, but there is no carelessness in Yan Lingfeng's eyes. There must be a demon when things happen. Zhou Yu has proved with his performance that his dribbling is not impeccable, but traceless. You think you can easily take the ball from his hand, but the cold reality will tell you many things. You can't do whatever you want.

Zhou Yu was a very cautious person. When he met Yan Lingfeng, who was also very cautious, the collision between the two did not produce fierce sparks, but was as warm and plain as boiled water. Zhou Yu dribbled the ball along the three-point line. Yan Lingfeng has been closely following him at a distance of about half a meter, which is not close. Not far, it will not let Zhou Yu find a good opportunity to break through, nor will it give him a comfortable shooting space. Zhou Yu walked back and forth along the three-point line and finally stopped outside the right 45° three-point line. At this time, there were less than 5 seconds left to attack.

"You are very strong!" Zhou Yu, who had rarely spoken on the field, spoke, but Yan Lingfeng was not complacent because of Zhou Yu's praise. Again, there must be demons when things happen. Zhou Yu's sudden opening is obviously not a good signal.

"You are the same." Yan Lingfeng's eyes were burning, and he slowly replied.

"Maybe I'm not as good as you." Zhou Yu smiled, shook his right hand hidden around his waist, and smiled more brightly. "However, my teammates will help me."

Yan Lingfeng sighed deeply and turned around helplessly. The ball was no longer in Zhou Yu's hands, and his defense lost its meaning. The basketball flew past his eyes and then accurately fell into the basket.

44:39!

Huang Wenyi's defense problem has always been a headache for Xu Jianye. Let Huang Wenyi play at such a critical time. Xu Jianye is not a dangerous move, but he is indeed unavailable. Huang Wenyi did not let Xu Jianye's worry fail. His defense was once again leaked. Wang Zhao did not use the cover of his teammates. , just ran back and forth twice along the bottom line, and Huang Wenyi could no longer keep up with his rhythm and was left behind. Zhou Yu obviously will not miss such an opportunity, which is also the meaning of his sentence. In the case that Sun Feiying and Zhao Senming were sent off and Bi Xiangyang could not compete due to injury, the guard line of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School is as thin as cicada wings and can only be supported by Yan Lingfeng alone, and he also made a guest appearance.

In Weifang No.1 Middle School, Wang Zao has a nickname called "microwave". His hands can be heated anytime and anywhere. As long as he plays, he will not let his teammates down. An accurate three-pointer helps the team to narrow the difference to 5 points.

Yan Lingfeng rubbed his forehead in distress. Huang Wenyi's big leaky spoon could not be made up, and it was difficult to win Shuiyun, because Wang Zhao's three-pointer hit up to 43%, which belongs to the kind of fierce role of laying eggs after a broken basket. It can't effectively limit his score. Even if he tries harder on the offensive end, it is futile. .

Xu Jianye naturally noticed this problem, so he immediately asked for a pause, frowned and muttered, "Up to now, you can only make dangerous moves, Ling Feng, you will be responsible for defending Wang Zhao after you come on the court. As for Zhou Yu, it's up to fate!"

Huang Wenyi's face has changed. Obviously, the coach is very distrustful of his defensive ability. Although it is true, he is still very uncomfortable. Huang Wenyi has always been very ambitious in the team. In addition, Sun Feiying's physical strength is famous. There are also very few opportunities. He is also known as the "humha second general" on the bench with another thousand-year-old substitute He Qing. Sun Feiying's impulse in today's game gave him a difficult opportunity to play. In fact, he really wants to play well and try to show his level, but it seems obvious that the coach's distrust of him and his teammates. His distrust has not changed at all, and he has been ignored like an airman.

After pouted, Huang Wenyi decided to fight for it. You know, he is still very confident in his three-pointer. "Coach, I, I..."

Huang Wenyi, I, I, and I didn't seem to say a reason. He really wanted to ask the coach to set him up as the core of the team's offensive tactics, but he was very clear that even if he said so, the coach would not agree and would only humiliate himself, so he hesitated for a long time and did not say anything.

"What are you?" Xu Jianye was irritable in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "Let's talk to me when you figure it out. Now let me talk about our attack. Liu Jianhui is not present, Qiao Jun is not present, and the defense system of Weifang No. 1 Middle School is actually broken, so we still have a lot of opportunities. I have observed that they are now The two inside lines echo each other very poorly. Yan Lingfeng, try not to float on the outside line to shoot. You must find a way to break through to the inside line to create killing, understand?

Yan Lingfeng squeezed his lips and nodded. The situation has deteriorated to the present situation. Someone must come forward to save the team. As the captain and core of the team, Yan Lingfeng is not allowed to give in.

"In addition, those who get the inside line get the world. Xu Zhong, you and Gao Yang must control the inside line for me. They throw outside, okay! If they can keep a high shooting rate, then we will admit it, but once they can't score, you must guarantee me the rebound!"

Xu Jianye told the team members to say a few words. His current thinking is a little confused. The foreword is irrelevant, but the situation of the team members is similar to that of him, so no one feels that Xu Jianye is brain-damaged. One by one, he nodded and slowly stood up.

"The more this time, the more it tests us, and the more we survive, we are the champions! If you can't make it, we are just bears! Do you understand?" Xu Jianye patted the back of the team members next to each other, as if to transmit his power to them.

When the game resumed, Yan Lingfeng dribbled the ball to the front court and stopped about one meter away in front of Zhou Yu, staring at this even opponent like water. Zhou Yu's physical fitness is actually very ordinary. His running and jumping ability undoubtedly belongs to the middle and lower reaches of the ten players on the field, but no one has ever underestimated him because of this. Zhou Yu's defense naturally belongs to the "stream of consciousness". He has accurate judgment and a keen sense of smell, which makes him not fall behind when defending any opponent. Of course, Yan Lingfeng is also included.

Yan Lingfeng never dares to underestimate any opponent. Maybe sometimes he is arrogant, but only he knows that he is just a disguise. He is a result-only person. All his words and deeds on the court are just for a result- - Victory. In order to win, Yan Lingfeng can do whatever it takes. In order to win, he will never pity any opponent. The story of Dongguo and the wolf has been passed down for thousands of years. Good intentions will not always be rewarded.

In another half of the confrontation, Yan Lingfeng lost. He seemed to have prevented Zhou Yu's breakthrough, but did not prevent his pass, and Zhou Yu did not intend to break through, so Yan Lingfeng's defense was actually a failure. In this half, Yan Lingfeng has no intention of failure. Look at the scoreboard. The team is 5 points behind, which is a very dangerous score.

Yan Lingfeng rarely used the help of his teammates to break through. Although it would be easier, he still preferred the feeling of killing with a sword. However, this time, he took the initiative to reach out for the support of his teammates for the first time. Xu Zhong saw Yan Lingfeng's gesture, stunned for a moment and then raised his foot and came over.

Zhou Yu did not look back, but his ears had reached the level of listening and distinguishing people. There was a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, with a little sarcastic smell, "This seems to be a little different from the Yan Lingfeng I remember."

"It's really different. That Yan Lingfeng is too stupid, right?" Zhou Yu's mockery of Yan Lingfeng felt it, but he didn't pay attention to it. He smiled close to Xu Zhong's body and got rid of Zhou Yu. Yan Lingfeng rushed up to Liang Junwei, who rushed out to make up for the defense.

Zhou Yu was firmly blocked in front of him and couldn't make progress. He watched Yan Lingfeng's distant eyes flash a trace of deep fear. He was not happy with things or sad with himself. It was easy to say, but not everyone can really do it, especially powerful team members like Yan Lingfeng, who are often heartbroken. The arrogant people can't tolerate a little sand in their eyes, and of course they can't tolerate the contempt of their opponents, but Yan Lingfeng has done it. At least from the surface, such an opponent is the real terrible enemy.

It was just a light turn. Yan Lingfeng exchanged positions with Liang Junwei and pressed against his back. Yan Lingfeng did not continue to push under the basket, but unexpectedly chose to pass the ball. The direction of the pass was not Gao Yang under the basket or Xu Zhong, who followed him to the inside line, but outside the three-point line at the far end. Fu Zijun.

In that position, there was no one to defend for a meter beside Fu Zijun. Huang Feng, who was originally responsible for defending him, had a strong sense of responsibility. After Yan Lingfeng rushed into the inside line, he immediately rushed over to prepare for the bag, but he didn't expect that Yan Lingfeng's vision was extremely wide. Although he didn't look in that direction before passing the ball, his pass But it was still accurately delivered to Fu Zijun.

After receiving the ball, adjusting and jumping, Fu Zijun even had time to look down at whether he stepped on the line under his feet, and then took a deep breath and gently pushed his wrist to send the ball out.

"Swipe!"

The basketball moved forward quickly with a strong rotation in the air, breaking through the wind and falling accurately into the basket.

44:42!

There is a "microwave" in Weifang, and Shuiyun also has its own "hot fast". Unconsciously, the trump card duel has been replaced by a pitcher's confrontation. Zhou Yu and Yan Lingfeng took the initiative to retreat to the second line and undertake the task of delivering shells for their teammates, and their teammates did not let them down. Wang Zao has just been in the third Pulling the sword outside the line, Fu Zijun drew the bow and string and returned a "ball" to his opponent! The two pitchers are also the two most famous "sixth men" in this competition. Their duel is also different, without the noise of swords, and some are just bloodless.

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