Chapter 249 Final Battle 6

From the middle circle to the top of the arc, Yan Lingfeng's figure flashed, like a yellow lightning. Yan Lingfeng rushed into the inner line of Weifang No.1 with a strong wind. It was windy under his feet, rushed left and right, dodged Liang Junwei's obstruction, dodged Wang Dong's cover, and a light basket turned the score into 80:71.

From 10 minutes to 5 minutes, Weifang No. 1 Middle School used two attacks, 30 seconds.

From 5 minutes to 9 minutes, Shuiyun 1 also used two attacks, but it took 50 seconds.

Zhou Yu didn't want to give up, but his body was already overwhelmed. When the ball reached the front court, he had a jump shot outside the three-point line, but this time his luck had run out. Not only that, Zhou Yu also fell on the floor uncontrollably as if he had burned out the last trace of energy.

He gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up. He tried his best to continue fighting, but in the end, his efforts turned into futile. He was carried off by the team doctor of Weifang No. 1 Middle School, and Zhou Yu's face was full of tears. The man's tears are not easy. Zhou Yu is a real man. His tears are full of unwillingness and regret. He died before he succeeds, which is the true portrayal of his game.

Zhou Yu's departure did not inspire the courage of the members of Weifang No. 1 Middle School to break the boat and fight back. They were tired and tired, and they finally gave up.

"Buzz!"

The buzzer sounded, and at the end of the game, the score of the two teams was finally fixed at 82:73. Shuiyun No.1 defeated Weifang No.1 Middle School by 9 points and advanced to the final of the provincial competition. Of course, they also paid a painful price. The two main defenders of the team gave them the brawl in this game. The final was overshadowed, and almost everyone knew that it was difficult for these two people to appear in the finals.

Xiao Cui and Song Tao on the broadcast table are the same view. Shuiyun won the game, and Xiao Cui's face was full of excitement, but there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows. "The news we just received is that in another field, the other semi-final Jinan Derby is not as hot as we all think. , the score was 66:50, and the soldiers of the provincial experimental middle school won the game without bloodshed. They said that Shuiyun No.1 Middle School will compete for the championship of the first Shandong Province 'Sports Lottery Cup' high school basketball game in tomorrow's final! Brother Song, what do you want to say about this result?

"This result should be expected by most people. After all, the level of the provincial experimental middle school is obviously higher than that of their rival Jinan No. 3 Middle School." Song Tao replied calmly.

Xiao Cui smiled helplessly, "What if I tell you again that Chen Xiaodong and Zhang Hanqi did not play, the other three main players have only played for 20 minutes?"

"What?" Song Tao changed his color and said, "Impossible! How is this possible?"

Xiao Cui curled his lips, and a thick disdain flashed in his eyes, "What's impossible? Is there anything impossible in China?

Xiao Cui's words immediately made Song Tao understand. He frowned and understood the tricks in it. He gritted his teeth and shook his head painfully and muttered, "It's too much. This is too much! How can it be like this? This is unfair!"

Xiao Cui squeezed his teeth and pounded the table with hatred: "Fair? Shit fair! I think we can announce the title of this competition now!"

"We don't accept gifts during the holiday this year. We only accept platinum gifts!"

The broadcast scene of Yantai Life Channel flashed, and the old man and woman began to dance, and Xiao Cui's face on the broadcast table became more ugly, because he clearly heard the director reminding him in the headphones, "What are you talking nonsense!" If you don't want to do it, just say it! Don't you understand what to say?"

Returning to the field, although the sparks splashed on the field, regarded the opponent as an enemy, and even did not hesitate to use all the martial arts to solve the battle, but after the end of the game, the members of the two teams were still very friendly. Yan Lingfeng even went to the rest area of Weifang No. 1 Middle School to visit Zhou Yu, regardless of the situation. From what perspective, this is a respectable opponent.

The tears on Zhou Yu's face had not been wiped dry. He sat up with difficulty and stared into Yan Lingfeng's eyes and said slowly, "I lost in high school, but when we got to college, we will compare again!"

Yan Lingfeng rubbed his nose with a wry smile, "Then you have to wait two years."

"What?" Zhou Yu asked with a surprised face, "Aren't you a senior high school student?"

Yan Lingfeng curled his lips and said, "I'm not that old-looking, am I? If you are a fake freshman, do you need me to show you your ID card? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that I don't have my ID card yet.

How is it possible? This, this is impossible." Zhou Yu stared at Yan Lingfeng's incredible face.

Yan Lingfeng patted Zhou Yu on the shoulder and whispered, "You are very powerful, but we have better luck today."

"Ha ha, you don't have to comfort me." Zhou Yu shook his head indifferently, "You'd better think more about tomorrow's finals. Your opponents are not easy to deal with."

******

"What the hell is this? The coach is brain-damaged, isn't he? Today's ball is really aggrieved!"

In the locker room of the visiting team of Shandong University Comprehensive Gymnasium, the main center of Jinan No. 3 Middle School, the grump Zhuang Zhiming fell on the wet jersey as soon as he entered the locker room. He tried his best in this game, but the coach had no choice but to convuls, and his teammates also convulsed. He worked hard on the court, but he did not get a good deal. If so, you can imagine the sadness in your heart.

"Ako, stop talking." Wang Xiao, his good friend and the main scorer of Jinan No. 3 Middle School, shook his head helplessly and pulled him down and whispered, "Although we are defeated, we won't say anything in the school."

"Rong? Rong, what a fart!" Zhuang Zhiming has the same temper as an explosive barrel. He has to ring a little. Of course, he can't hold back the fire in his heart. He flew up and kicked the wall and roared ferociously: "They have hidden all the main lineup, and we still lose so much. I can't imagine how many points we will lose if they become the main force, 5 0 points? 100 points? I really don't understand what's going on with everyone? Is it possible that you masturbate all night last night?

"Shut up!" Wang Chenghu, the coach of Jinan No. 3 Middle School, came in with a dark face, "From now on, everyone should shut up and don't force me to apply to the school to punish you!"

Following Wang Chenghu, other team members of Jinan No. 3 Middle School also silently walked into the locker room. They really took a shower without taking a word and began to change their clothes. It was difficult for everyone to lose the game, but what made them more aggrieved was the way to lose the game, except Zhuang Zhi Outside this straight, others more or less guessed what was behind the game, but they couldn't say anything and could only accept the result reluctantly.

Zhuang Zhiming wanted to say something, but was desperately stopped by Wang Xiao. Obviously, the coach was also under pressure, and he was unwilling to do so, so the grievance in his heart was estimated to be greater than all the players combined. After all, he could break into the top four step by step, and no one was willing to give up the game.

won the game, but Xu Jianye and his team members did not look very excited. They had already received the results of another game. Xu Jianye's face was overshadowed on the spot. Obviously, this was a conspiracy against Shuiyun No.1 Middle School. Some people did not want to see Shuiyun No.1 win the championship, so it would be so creepy. A different situation.

"This mother's nakedness is a conspiracy!" Sun Feiying originally expected the organizing committee to forgive his crimes. Now it seems that this is simply a delusion. The energy of those who can take the initiative to release water from Jinan No. 3 Middle School is naturally not ordinary. In this case, how can the organizing committee show mercy to Sun Feiying and Zhao Senming?

Yan Lingfeng also has a green face. Sometimes, the world is so unfair. They worked hard and tried their best to finally defeat Weifang No. 1 Middle School and entered the final, while the provincial experimental middle school did not have a bloody blade and easily raised their heels. One was sweaty, while the other was a feather fan shaking gently. As Xiao Cui said, now it is basically possible to announce the ownership of the champion of this competition.

The right time and place are right, and the water and clouds occupy nothing. What else can we do to compete with powerful opponents? This is the only dead word.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Yan Lingfeng frowned and walked out of the locker room. It has happened, and it is meaningless to worry about the cause and process of what happened. Now he is thinking about tomorrow's final, and his strength is concentrated in the palm of his hand. He is not a person who likes to challenge power, but When the power is pressed on him, he will never succumb to the power. He wants to resist, and he will slap those who are waiting to see the joke of Shuiyun!

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Lingfeng lowered his head and walked out without paying attention to bumping into a person. He should not have made such a low-level mistake, but few people came to the locker room, so he was unprepared. Fortunately, the person was not hostile and gently reached out to help him.

"Is that you?" Yan Lingfeng looked up and said in surprise.

"Yes, it's me. What? Is it unexpected?" The man said with a smile, "Do you remember what I said to you at the beginning?"

Yan Lingfeng smiled bitterly, looked at the familiar and strange person in front of him, and shook his head gently, "Did you go to the provincial experiment?"

The person who came is none other than Wu Fengtao, the former "basketball prince" of Yan Lingfeng. Wu Fengtao squeezed her lips and nodded, "I think I only have a chance to defeat you in the provincial experiment, don't I?"

Yan Lingfeng nodded, "Yes, that's right. You're so right!"

There was a trace of anger, unwillingness and obvious resentment in Yan Lingfeng's expression. Wu Fengtao turned his mind and immediately figured it out and sighed, "I think you misunderstood. Although we don't have a deep friendship, I have always regarded you as a friend. You can ask Xiangyang when I, Wu Fengtao, did something wrong to my friend? Never, I'm not here to show off or anything. I'm just here to say hello to you.

"hehe." Yan Lingfeng took a deep breath. He realized that he was a little out of a state. He reluctantly pulled out a smile and waved his hand and said, "I understand. Sorry, there may be something wrong with my mood. Please forgive me.

"Do you think we don't want to compete fairly with you? We miss it more than anyone else, me, Xiaodong, Hanqi, we all miss it! But I'm sorry that we can't control this kind of thing. I'm here to apologize to you on behalf of my teammates!" Wu Fengtao's emotions seemed very excited, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.