Chapter 241 The Long-haired Monk

The rest of the game in the second quarter unconsciously turned into a duel between two pitchers. Yan Lingfeng forgot that he kept making balls for Fu Zijun like a 50-point goal. Zhou Yu was even more familiar with delivering cannonballs to Wang Zhuo. The scene was wonderful and intense. Time passed quickly. Without fierce physical confrontation, there were many fewer fouls between the two teams.

"Du!" With a whistle, Wang Zhao pressed the whistle and threw away. At the end of the first half of the game, the score of the two teams was 51:50! Weifang No.1 Middle School led by one point, with a very high score, and the score in the half of the game was more than the score of some games.

The head coaches of the two teams did not look very satisfied with this result. Xu Jianye's face was overshadowed a long time ago. As soon as the referee whistled, he walked back to the locker room with his back. The players looked at each other and didn't know where the coach was crazy and followed him silently. After.

In the locker room, Sun Feiying and Zhao Senming were far away. Zhao Senming's expression was still so cold, and his eyes stared straight at the floor like a statue.

In the other corner, Sun Feiying leaned against the cabinet and fiddled with her fingers. She looked at Zhao Senming and smiled playfully, "Why?"

"What and why?" Zhao Senming asked coldly.

Sun Feiying sighed and shook her head without stubble, but continued to ask, "Is this necessary?"

Zhao Senming's expression stagnated, and he seemed to have been poked into his mind and bit his lips without saying anything.

"Everyone's goals are the same. At least now they are the same. The coach's words may be a little heavier, but I don't think it's really necessary." Sun Feiying went to Zhao Senming's side and sat down, stretching out a hand, "Give me one."

Zhao Senming took his coat, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed it to Sun Feiying together with a lighter. "It's not good for your health."

"Do you know?" Sun Feiying took a cigarette and pulled out a dot, "Then why do you still smoke?"

"I want to quit." Zhao Senming shook his head with a wry smile, "But I can't quit."

"Does Xue Dan know?" Sun Feiying handed back the cigarette to Zhao Senming, "You can smoke it if you want. Anyway, our game is over."

"I don't know." Zhao Senming hesitated for a moment, but still took a smoker and said with a wry smile, "In her understanding, no one who smokes is a good child. What if she knows that I still have a good life?"

"Ga?" Sun Feiying's eyes suddenly widened, "How did you do it? Are her taste buds very dull? Or haven't you had close contact yet?"

"Intimate you!" Zhao Senming curled his lips a little entangled, "Do you think everyone is an animal that thinks with the lower body like you? Have you heard of 'Plato's spiritual love'? We are."

"Hahahaha!" Sun Feiying laughed wildly, "Brother, you are so talented. What era is this? OK, I'm convinced. I didn't expect you to be a long-haired monk!"

"Fuck you!" Zhao Senming rolled his eyes and said, "I can't give him any promises now. Why should I take away his most precious thing?"

"Well, this is a matter of philosophy, as long as you don't feel uncomfortable or regret it. I'm not idle to do this leisure for you." Although Sun Feiying said so, she still had a joking smile on her face, which was obviously a little disapproving.

Zhao Senming was silent, and Sun Feiying sighed again. He pinched the cigarette in his left hand and put his right hand around Zhao Senming's neck and said quietly, "When the coach comes back, apologize to him."

Before Zhao Senming opened his mouth, the door of the dressing room was suddenly pushed open. Xu Jianye stood at the door with a gloomy face, staring at the two voices and said, "Go out and smoke."

The moment the two rang at the door, they hid the smoke behind them in a hurry, but the smell of smoke all over the room and the coils of smoke have explained everything. Xu Jianye's face was extremely ugly, like the frost of the twelfth lunar month.

Although there is no clear ban on smoking within the team, no one dares to speak out in front of Xu Jianye before. After all, they are still students rather than professional players. The two people who were caught did not refute. They lowered their heads and carefully walked past Xu Jianye.

The others came back one after another. Seeing Zhao Senming and Sun Feiying standing next to the door and bowing their heads to admit their mistakes, they walked into the locker room one by one. Xu Jianye, who had been standing at the door, stared at the two carefree guys fiercely and threw the door with a muffled hum.

Xu Jianye snorted coldly as the opening remarks and glanced at everyone in turn with cold eyes, "The opponent got 51 points in the half game. Can't you defend? Yes, we are indeed not a defensive team, but ask yourself, is this the true level of your defense? Is that so?"

Xu Jianye became more and more angry. He flew up and kicked an empty water bottle beside him away. Fortunately, he did not have Lord Fert's footwork, so the water bottle just hit the wall and did not touch the team members.

"Don't think I don't know what you think, and your opponents are also loose. Hello, I'm good, everyone, aren't you? If they are not active in defense, will you relax? Joke! They dug a hole for you and jumped into it without thinking about it, didn't you?" Xu Jianye kicked a bottle and was not satisfied. He took off his suit and fell hard on the floor to continue his speech. "Even if I beg you, can you cheer up and defend well?" I believe that we are not lack of ability. What we lack is only attitude. As I have said countless times before, we are a very talented team. I believe that as long as you want to defend well, you can do it!"

From beginning to end, all the team members walked into the locker room and left without anyone talking. Before Xu Jianye finished his monologue, the knock on the door suddenly sounded. Xu Jianye was impatient to interrupt his speech and waved his hand to scold him, but he heard Gong Jingjiao's soft voice coming in. "Coach , someone from the organizing committee urged us to inform us that we should play.

"I've said so much, I don't think you've actually listened to much. Let me say one last sentence, there are not many people who can play basketball now, but this is definitely not the reason why we give up the game. We have been ups and downs along the way. It's not easy to get to this day, in order to be worthy of your hard work. Sweat during training, in order to live up to the countless concerned eyes behind you, go on the field desperately!"

Xu Jianye said that in the end, he was a little depressed. He bent down and picked up the suit on the ground and put it on his body. He opened the door and walked out of the locker room first.

Yan Lingfeng followed Xu Jianye, did Xu Jianye's bombardment really not work as he said? Of course not. At least Yan Lingfeng was greatly touched. He heard a strong unwillingness from Xu Jianye's words, which could be heard from his words without mentioning Sun Feiying and Zhao Senming. He was not a fool. Obviously, he also guessed that Zhao Senming's foot actually kicked him. Presumably his The heart must be full of the bitterness of being betrayed, right?

Yan Lingfeng squeezed his mouth and walked out of the locker room, but as soon as he appeared, he was pulled aside by Sun Feiying, who had been guarding the door. Sun Feiying with burning eyes looked at Yan Lingfeng and said slowly, "Are you my brother?"

Yan Lingfeng did not say anything, but looked at Sun Feiying with calm eyes.

"If it's my brother, then win the game with our unfulfilled wishes!" Sun Feiying gritted her teeth and continued, "If we lose this game, then we are the sinners of Quan Shuiyun. If you are my brother, if you don't want your brother to be able to raise his head after returning to Shuiyun, Ling Feng, you must win this game!"

"Of course you want to win!" Yan Lingfeng laughed and said, "Don't worry, brother! Wait for our good news!"

Yan Lingfeng returned his hand and held Sun Feiying's fist and nodded heavily. He looked at Zhao Senming again and turned his head to the field.

"Welcome back. The second half of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School against Weifang No. 1 Middle School in the semi-finals of Shandong Province' Sports Lottery Cup High School Basketball Competition is about to begin. The score of the two teams in the first half is 51:50, and Weifang No.1 Middle School is temporarily leading by 1 point. This can be said to be a very high score, Brother Song, what do you think of the first half of the game?

Song Tao nodded slightly and said, "You're right. This is indeed a very high score. Both teams have played a very high level on the offensive end, especially their three-point shooting rate is even higher. Shuiyun No. 1 hit 6 three-pointers from 10, and No. 9 Fu Zijun hit 3 alone. Three-pointer. Weifang No.1 Middle School is no less. Their three-pointer shot 6 out of 11 shots, and the shooting rate also exceeded 50%, which shows that both teams feel very well, but from another perspective, the defensive problems of the two teams are very serious.

"Brother Song is right." Xiao Cui nodded with approval and said, "Attack makes the game better, but it is the defense that determines the outcome. Can I understand that which team takes the lead in strengthening the defense and which team is more likely to win?"

"That's right." Song Tao nodded and said, "Defense is the cornerstone of a team's victory. It is very difficult to win by attacking alone, especially the outside attack, because you don't know when your hand feeling will suddenly cool down. Once you can't attack and defend, the hope of winning is very slim."

"We have to mention another problem. Although this problem is very embarrassing, the fact is that the fight in the first half had a relatively large impact on both teams. Sun Feiying and Zhao Senming of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School were sent off for this, and Liu Jianhui, a strong defensive player in Weifang No. 1 Middle School, could not continue to participate. In addition to the game, coupled with Qiao Jun, who left the field due to injury in the first quarter, the lineup of the two teams has suffered a certain degree of damage. Brother Song, can you analyze whether this will cause trouble to the formation of the head coaches of the two teams?

"Of course!" Song Tao laughed and said, "Weifang No.1 Middle School is better. After all, Wangzhao, who has a stronger offensive ability, came up. They did not suffer too much in the position of shooting guard. Shuiyun No.1 Middle School was difficult to do. The two main defenders were sent off. In addition, the substitute point guard was still recovering from injuries. We can see that in the game after the fight, Shuiyun No.1 Middle School arranged Yan Lingfeng to be a point guard. The shortage of people has reached this level, which greatly limits Yan Lingfeng's power.

The second half of the game has begun.

The first serve was Weifang No.1 Middle School. Yan Lingfeng's front court led the defense all the way back to Zhou Yu. As soon as his feet crossed the middle line, he immediately intensified the defense. The very aggressive defense made Zhou Yu's dribble difficult.