Chapter 243, etc

The person defending himself changed back to Zhou Yu. Yan Lingfeng seemed to spit out his tongue helplessly, "Are you going to carry out the wheel war to the end?"

Zhou Yu looked cold and put his fists on his chest and said indifferently, "Don't look at the fun now, be careful to pull the list in the future."

"Is it?" Yan Lingfeng still shook his head carelessly, "If you know you can't do it, why do you have to humiliate him? If I were you, I would go as far as I can now. Your lifeless practice will only make people laugh.

"Is it a joke? You will know soon!" Zhou Yu's words popped out of his teeth, and the blue veins on his hands burst out. It was obvious that his mood was close to the edge of the outbreak.

Yan Lingfeng pulled the ball with his left hand and changed it to his right hand very skillfully. He blinked and said, "Then we'll wait and see!"

Zhou Yu snorted coldly, with a strong disdain, "I used to think you were a hero, but now it seems that it's just you."

"Oh?" Yan Lingfeng looked curious, "What do you say?"

Zhou Yu's face flashed with a trace of inconspicuable joy, but it flashed by, and his face still looked very contemptuous. "A dignified hero will never be as opportunistic as you!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Yan Lingfeng nodded with a smile, "There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. In your eyes, such a person is a hero, but in my opinion, this is no different from a fool, so I would rather not be a hero in your eyes. By the way, I think it's necessary to tell you that I never expect my opponents to appreciate me. All I have to do is make them afraid of me and deeply!"

After saying this, Yan Lingfeng turned around and squeezed Zhou Yu into the inside line again.

For Yan Lingfeng's playing method of reducing ten times, even if Zhou Yu has the ability to exert himself, he can only retreat while gritting his teeth and drawing circles in his heart. He cursed Yan Lingfeng's sneakers as fake and inferior smuggled goods, and fell down a dog to eat shit.

However, Yan Lingfeng's "Penny" did not give Zhou Yu much face. Yan Lingfeng once again approached the basket and turned around and hit the target with a small hook. Zhou Yu had the intention to break the ball, but Yan Lingfeng protected the ball with his body and did not give Zhou Yu his "ghost hand thief" at all. Get the opportunity.

sighed helplessly. Zhou Yu picked up the basketball and patted it angrily, gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at Wang Ba.

Wang Ba was very clear about what Zhou Yu's eyes represented. For this player with greater authority than himself, Wang Ba did not dare to neglect him and immediately gestured to the referee for a pause.

The team leader handed me towels and water, and Zhou Yu took them without wiping sweat or drinking water. He sat down and said nothing. Wang Ba pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Our current situation is very passive. If we want to break this passivity, on the basis of the existing manpower, there is actually only one way..."

"Coach, no!" Zhou Yu knew very well that Wang Ba was going to repeat the old tune again. Without waiting for him to finish speaking, he objected and said, "The referee must pay great attention to this now. No one should be born to sacrifice. We should all step into the finals together. I'm sorry, coach, we can't do it."

"Alas!" Zhou Yu's opposition made Wang Ba very helpless. He spread his hand and shrugged his shoulders and said, "The opponent's outer line has at least three stable firepower points, and joint defense is definitely not good. Besides, don't blame me for speaking bad words. Even your defensive ability may not be able to defend against No. 11."

"Coach, you will definitely find a way!" Zhou Yu looked up at Wang Ba, and his eyes were full of prayer.

"It's not that there is no way." Wang Ba frowned and replied, "But you have to make full psychological preparations."

"Coach, that's all you said, as long as you don't let us do anything." As soon as Zhou Yu heard this, he immediately stood up excitedly and looked at Wang Ba with bright eyes and asked.

Wang Ba smiled bitterly, "My only has one word, that is to wait!"

"Wait?" Zhou Yu repeated puzzledly, and then looked at Wang Ba doubtfully waiting for his explanation.

"Yes, wait!" Wang Ba nodded heavily, "As far as I know, Bi Xiangyang, the substitute point guard of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, is injured and their main point guard Zhao Senming has been sent off, so he has been guest on the 11th. There is also the position of shooting guard. You have seen the level of the opponent's substitute, so Shuiyun No.1 Middle School is now like a deformed giant, which looks very powerful, but in fact they are walking on one leg. The inner line is indeed very strong, but their outer line has a lot of hiding. It can be said that the entire external attack and defense of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School is supported by No. 11 alone. I dare to assert that he must be very tired now. I let you wait, that is, the moment when he is overwhelmed with his body, as long as he goes down, our opportunity will come. Without the opponent of No. 11, like a tiger without teeth, it looks terrible but can no longer hurt people.

Zhou Yu nodded slowly, but the sadness between his eyebrows still did not dissipate. The opponent will certainly not think of this, but Yan Lingfeng is still so desperate. Does this show that Yan Lingfeng is very confident in his physical strength and can stick to the whole game?

Zhou Yu did not talk about his worries. The team's morale was weak, and there was no need to say it to make everyone worry with him.

Under the negative arrangement of Wang Ba, the whole third quarter of the game, Weifang No.1 Middle School was like an angry little daughter-in-law, silently enduring the domineering Yan Lingfeng's **, Zhou Yu, Huang Fenglie and Wang Zao took turns to defend Yan Lingfeng. Although it had little effect, it greatly accelerated Yan Lingfeng's physical exhaustion. Consumption.

At the end of the third quarter, the score is 72:62!

Shuiyun No.1 Middle School's lead has reached double digits, but Xu Jianye did not have much excitement on his face, because none of his team members could walk with normal steps when they finished the field, and it was precisely because of serious physical exhaustion that Shuiyun No.1 was caught by his opponent at the end of the third quarter. Meeting, two three-pointers in a row on the outside line narrowed the gap. You should know that the lead of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School was close to 20 points before.

Yan Lingfeng's footsteps staggered a little. Throughout the third quarter of the game, he kept breaking through, hitting the basket, and constantly sliding to defend. As Wang Ba expected, his physical condition had reached a bottleneck and could still be supported by a breath on the court, but he fell softly after the game. It's like fainting in the chair.

Fu Zijun is not easy. His physical fitness is in the middle and lower reaches of the team. He leaned on the back of the chair and gasped. Suddenly, a firefly whisper came to his ear, "Drink some water and straighten up and give you a massage..."

Fu Zijun slowly opened his eyes, straightened up and stared at Gong Jingjiao, who took the functional drink from her hand and unscrewed the lid. Fu Zijun smiled bitterly. He did not look at the girl in front of him, but slowly turned his head, handed the drink to Yan Lingfeng's mouth, and muttered, "Drink a little. Water..."

"Hmm!" Yan Lingfeng answered weakly, took it with difficulty and took a sip, and then his head hung down on the back of the chair.

Fu Zijun turned around and stared at Gong Jingjiao with an embarrassed expression and said slowly, "You are the team leader now. Is that how you work? You can't see Ling Feng's efforts on the field. Can't you see what he looks like now?

Fu Zijun's words were a little heavy, and it was easy to make Gong Jingjiao not come down from the stage. Yan Lingfeng, the originator, held the chair and sat up hard and pushed Fu Zijun, "What are you talking about?"

Fu Zijun snorted and waved his hand impatiently, "What are you still doing here? Don't you know what a leader should do at this time? Oh, my God, coach, why did you agree to let her be the team leader?

Gong Jingjiao's eyes were obviously full of tears. She squeezed her mouth and stared at Fu Zijun for a long time without saying a word, and then shook her head and ran in the direction of the locker room. Fu Zijun did not welcome him as the leader, so she simply gave up.

"That's right, what's crazy about you? Zijun, I can tell you that if you don't want to provoke the public, you'd better catch up quickly. Han Dengyun pouted and took out a few bottles of water from the bucket and gave them to everyone.

"If you want to go, there's something wrong!" Fu Zijun said angrily and picked up a towel to cover his face.

"I just want to say one word now. You are good!" Xu Jianye took a towel to wipe Gao Yang's sweat regardless of his image, and his tone seemed to be a little choked.

"I thought you were going to say that we were born in the year of the donkey, and you don't know how to run without a few whips!" Yan Lingfeng's breath was very weak, but he still joked.

"You son of a bitch!" Xu Jianye smiled and asked Yan Lingfeng, "How's it going? Can you still play?"

"How many points have I got?" Yan Lingfeng also squeezed out a smile and asked.

"I really don't know about this." Xu Jianye shook his head and said, "I'm just joking with you. Why do you take it seriously?"

Yan Lingfeng curled his lips and said, "I don't want to be despised by all the teachers and students of the school. To be serious, coach, I don't think the opponent has given up yet. They must have made up their mind to fight back in the fourth quarter."

"Hmm." Xu Jianye nodded solemnly, "This is not an irrelevant group match. The opponent must give up so easily, so the more we can't be careless at this time, the more we have to grit our teeth. Hold on for another ten minutes, and we can walk into the championship field with our heads held high!"

"Huang Wenyi and Fu Zijun, you two take a break. On Tian Baiwei and Han Dengyun, Gao Yang, you change to the small forward to strengthen the defense of the outside line. Ling Feng, your defense strength cannot be weakened. The offensive end can give the ball to Xu Zhong to share the pressure. Don't think about the damn 50 points, do you understand?"

Yan Lingfeng nodded seriously. Xu Jianye was right. If the opponent made up his mind to fight in the fourth quarter, then Zhou Yu's defense must not be relaxed. He is the driving force of Weifang No. 1 Middle School's attack. As long as he is limited, the threat of Weifang No. 1 Middle School's attack will be It has weakened greatly, which can also be clearly seen from the third quarter of the game.

"Come on, come on! The final is in the fourth quarter!"

In the rest area of the other half, the coaches and all the players of Weifang No. 1 Middle School have gathered together and shouted in unison. From their voices, they could not be heard that they were the backward side, and they were as far behind by as 10 points. They looked more like the leading side.