Chapter 287
The goal is scored!
When the goal was scored, Fu Zijun roared excitedly, and many spectators shouted with him, and even the Yu family shouted "wonderful" without exception. He couldn't wait to shout like his colleague, "The ball is scored, it's in, it's scored..."
Xu Jianye was overjoyed, Li Hai was like dead ashes, and the two coaches had two fates. Before Fu Zijun hit the three-pointer, they stood at the same height, but after the basketball passed through the net, Xu Jianye went to heaven, while Li Hai went to hell. There is still time for the game, but do the players of the Experimental Middle School still have the confidence to overtake the score? Throughout the game, they chased hard behind Shuiyun's buttocks. They saw the dawn of hope many times, but after every dawn, it was night. Do they really have the confidence to welcome the next dawn?
Han Dengyun rushed forward with a smile and picked up Fu Zijun. He was so happy that he couldn't wait to open his mouth and kiss him. Yan Lingfeng finally couldn't continue to calm down. Fu Zijun's goal not only made him complete his tenth assist in this game, but also pale to help the team. Scores are measured.
The basketball competition is about the skills, body and tactical deployment of the players of both players, but when the game reaches the last minute, all this will become less important, because the game goes to the back, the game has actually become a competition of the will and psychological quality of the players of the two teams. With the rise and fall, high morale on the battlefield is always a necessary condition for winning, and there is no exception on the basketball court. After the basketball entered the basket, it was obvious that the players of the experimental middle school were pale and depressed, as if they had lost the game.
Looking at the opponents who were celebrating wantonly, Wu Fengtao stretched out his tongue and licked his slightly dry lips, but his eyes were not despair, but madness. Once upon a time, he was one of them, but now, this group of former teammates is now opponents. Wu Fengtao is a nostalgic person, but he never misses the past. Wu Fengtao bit his lips and picked up the basketball rolling on the floor without saying a word. Suddenly, he pulled his voice and shouted, "What the mother is he doing? It's time for us to attack!"
Huang Zhong Dalu's voice sounded in the ears of the team members of the Experimental Middle School, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Wu Fengtao.
"Why are you looking at me?" Wu Fengtao's voice was full of unconcealed anger, and his determined eyes glanced at his dull teammates. Wu Fengtao roared again, "I'm not interested in the fake man with no eggs below!"
Wu Fengtao's sentence was so broad that Zhang Hanqi didn't like to listen to it first. He stammed his neck and said, "What are you calling?" When is it your turn to decide the experimental middle school?
"Do you think that the experimental middle school is really as awesome as you think? Even if the experimental middle school is really awesome, it has absolutely nothing to do with you bastards! You lower your head, look down at the school emblem on your chest, and then look at the bears one by one. What qualifications do you have to say that you are experimenters?
Wu Fengtao also figured it out. Anyway, no matter what he did, they didn't like him, so why did he wrong himself to pretend to be a grandson all day? He was sure that Li Hai would not and dare to replace him now. In this case, what did he have to worry about?
Zhang Hanqi and others' faces changed greatly. They didn't hit people in the face. Wu Fengtao was obviously hitting them in the face! The slap in the face without showing any mercy, and it is also a series of left and right cannons, which makes the proud sons of heaven who have always been "I am proud of the experiment today and proud of me tomorrow's experiment" completely crazy. Their eyes stared like copper bells, Cao Cao turned into a black-faced Zhang Fei and a red-faced Guan Yu.
"It's connected!" Wu Fengtao threw out the basketball in his hand and stood in the middle of his teammates and said harshly, "I hate it, don't I? You hate me, don't you? What I want to tell you is that I don't care at all. I only feel honored when a group of coward and waste hates me! Because I'm glad that I haven't become a coward like you, rubbish!"
Wu Fengtao's pass was fast and fierce, and Sun Dong's fingers were poked and tears almost flowed out. Taking a breath of coldly, Sun Dong looked at Wu Fengtao and roared, "Brother, let's let this grandson see what a real man is!"
Wu Fengtao looked disdainful and said with a sneer, "Then I'm really looking forward to it!"
Sun Dong gave Wu Fengtao a vicious look, and then turned his head and dribbled the ball to the front court. No matter how beautiful the words were, it was useless. It was the best way to prove that he was the backhand to slap Wu Fengtao back.
Following Sun Dong, the rest of the experimental middle school also rushed to the front court murderously. On the field, they could not do anything to Wu Fengtao, so they could only spread the fire on their opponents.
When the ball arrived at the front court, Sun Dong directly changed the direction of the ball and planned to eat Yan Lingfeng raw. When a person's anger accumulates to a certain extent, nothing in the world can scare him. Yan Lingfeng's thief is haunted, but now Sun Dong's mind is full of proof that he is worthy of this jersey, and that today's experimental middle school will be proud of him!
Maybe Sun Dong's previous performance made Yan Lingfeng a little careless, or maybe it was because his physical fitness declined too fast. Sun Dong's life-like breakthrough was successful. Maybe he didn't even expect that the seemingly invincible Yan Lingfeng would be defeated by himself so easily, so he passed Yan Lingfeng. After that, Sun Dong unconsciously had a short pause, and it was this pause that made Yan Lingfeng, who came to his senses, block his way again.
"Waste, give me the ball!" Outside the three-point line, Wu Fengtao's words had a sense of joking.
"Dream!" Sun Dong took a step back from dribbling, turned around and stared at Wu Fengtao and roared in his hoarse voice. When he tried again to force Yan Lingfeng, he had lost the effect of the surprise attack. Under Yan Lingfeng's concentrated defense, his breakthrough returned in fut and was almost cut off by Yan Lingfeng. The governor can't do it. Sun Dong didn't go to the black. He pulled the ball and retreated a few steps back. A cross pass gave the ball to Zhang Qiushi.
Zhang Qiushi's personal ability is still very good, especially when he met Fu Zijun with average defensive ability, his physical advantage immediately revealed, but after a gentle physical contact, Fu Zijun's body bounced out. After staggering back several steps, Fu Zijun could not go up and complain to the referee that his opponent hit people with the ball, because Zhang Qiushi had already jumped up with a basketball at this time.
Obviously, Zhang Qiushi intends to respond to Fu Zijun's long-range shot with a three-pointer. On the basketball court, morale is a very mysterious thing that can't be seen but actually exists. How to improve your own morale? There are many ways, and a clean AnswerBall is undoubtedly a good choice.
He jumped decisively and took action decisively. Zhang Qiushi's lips were tightly squeezed together, and his eyes were firm and persistent. Like Sun Dong, he also had the same dream and dreamed of adding luster to his alma mater. Fu Zijun's reaction was not unpleasant, but as soon as his high right hand reached in front of Zhang Qiushi, the basketball had separated from Zhang Qiushi's ten fingers and moved forward with a high-speed rotation in the air.
"The ball is scored! The ball is in again!" The Yu family's voice has obviously become a little hoarse. This is an ordinary and unusual game. It is said that it is ordinary because it is just a basketball game for high school students. It is not ordinary because there have been too many unexpected things in this game, such as Yan Lingfeng's "quasi-five pairs", such as Chen Xiao Dong's injury left the field, such as the bamboo-like three-pointer. Less than a minute apart, the two teams hit three-point shots in a row, bringing the atmosphere of the scene to **.
Seeing the basketball hollow into the net, a trace of recklessness appeared on Zhang Qiushi's slightly dark face. He roared and beat his chest, looking at Wu Fengtao with a pair of provocative eyes. Men are not what they say, but what they do. Zhang Qiushi has done what a man should do. He is worthy of his jerseys and the supporters who cheer for them in the audience and in front of the TV!
49:47!
The difference has returned to two points again. On one side is heaven, and on the other side is hell. There is often only a line between heaven and hell. Zhang Qiushi's three-point hit not only retains the hope of winning the experimental middle school, but also makes Li Hai have the excitement of seeing the sun again. The image has been completely ignored. He pulled it. He opened his tie and put his hands in his mouth and whistled hard.
Xu Jianye was very calm, with his hands on his chest and a calm face. The tenacity of his opponent was completely unexpected. He originally thought that it was difficult for his opponent to catch up, but the reality gave him a loud slap in the face. Without Chen Xiaodong and Wu Fengtao; without morale and fighting spirit!
The attack of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School soon fell into a state of stagnation when the opponent's morale had been completely up. Yan Lingfeng had to be careful under Sun Dong's crazy dog-like force. Both dribbling and passing were much more cautious, and others were strictly guarded and even wanted to move one step. It is also very difficult, and it is not too much to describe it as an idiom.
Yan Lingfeng dribbled the ball at the top of the arc, frowned, his expression was solemn, and there was a trace of worry in his heart. The morale of the experimental middle school rose again. Can they still press the opponent's counterattack this time?
Wu Fengtao stood in front of Yan Lingfeng with a smile on his face full of pride. Although his teammates may hate him now, he doesn't care at all. All he cares about is the final champion. He is not a god, so it is impossible to stop Yan Lingfeng with his strength alone. Now the whole team is full of energy, which is the best result for him.
Wu Fengtao's pride in his eyes, and the anger in Yan Lingfeng's eyes flashed. He was not a Maitreya Buddha. Naturally, it was impossible to hang a smile on his face all the time. At this moment, Yan Lingfeng could not laugh at all, because for the first time he found that he had lost control of the game.
He dribbled the ball slowly, but Yan Lingfeng's brain was running at a high speed. All his teammates seemed to be unable to provide him with support. At this time, he could only rely on himself.