Chapter 289 Moving forward

"Surely, I am very satisfied with your performance. It can be said that your performance has been completely beyond my expectation, so the only thing I want to say to you now is to persevere, stick to it, and you will definitely be the winners!"

A serious illness requires a strong medicine. Li Haixia is naturally a strong medicine. Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School has an advantage, and Xu Jianye also adopts a completely different prescription from Li Hai. Under the encouragement of Wen Yan, the members of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School also fought a high battle. In the same way, the two coaches with completely different personalities have fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the players at this moment. The outcome is unpredictable. Winning or losing is still unknown.

"To be honest, you are actually heroes now, heroes of Shuiyun, heroes of Shuiyun I! Let me tell you. In fact, before we went out, the principal told me in private that as long as we can qualify in the group, we will complete the task. Now we are standing on the field of the finals, so you have actually overfulfilled the task. But what I want to ask you is, are you satisfied?

satisfaction? Naturally, no one will be satisfied with the results of the runner-up. Therefore, Yan Lingfeng took the lead, and two leaders of the twelve members of Shuiyun 1 Middle School said NO together. Naturally, this answer was also expected by Xu Jianye, so he smiled and continued, "Since you are not satisfied, don't leave any regrets. We have never been a favorite to win the championship, but we have become the team with the greatest hope to win the championship. Why? Because our positioning is very accurate, we will be based on fighting and attacking our opponents in every game, so we will laugh to the end again and again. This game is still no exception. We are mourners, and mourners will win! So I hope you can continue to maintain the characteristics of mourners and live up to this idiom, let alone all those who support you!"

Yan Lingfeng suddenly stood up, stared at the championship trophy placed on the rostrum, clenched his right fist and shouted high above his head, "The champion has me!" I will win!"

"The champion has me! I will win!"

"The champion has me!! I will win!!"

"The champion has me!!! I will win!!!"

Without any hint, all the team members in Shuiyun stood up, raised their arms and shouted in unison, following the appearance of Yan Lingfeng. Three shouts were louder and more and more orderly. In the end, it was like a tsunami, and even many spectators shouted with them, because he They can no longer control their emotions, and they can't help but be infected by this group of teenagers who love to win. Whether it's middle-aged people with big feces or college students, their ** is burning, their blood is boiling, their eyes are round, and their voices have been hoarse...

Slowly walking on the field, the eyes of the ten players of the two teams all exuded beast-like eyes, longing, belligerent and persistent. From this moment on, they are no longer players, but gladiators fighting desperately for survival and honor.

Yan Lingfeng's eyes and Wu Fengtao's eyes naturally match. They did not wipe out the spark of basic feelings, let alone kill their opponents with their eyes. There are many similarities in their eyes, but the most obvious thing is the firmness in their eyes, the firmness of victory, and the firmness of the champion. !

Wu Fengtao took the initiative to get the ball and slowly pushed the ball forward to the front court. The slightly raised corners of his mouth were full of provocation. He could lose, but he would not accept being defeated twice by the same opponent. Gao Yang greeted him with a solemn face. He was very sensitive to the smell of rebounds and the sense of danger. He keenly felt the danger of Wu Fengtao, like a hungry wolf that had been lurking for a long time. As long as he showed his claws, he would never return with empty claws.

Wu Fengtao is still smiling, smiling freely, arrogantly and confidently. No one can see through the meaning hidden in his smile, because this is a very complex smile, mixed with a smile of emotions. Maybe even Wu Fengtao himself doesn't know what he is laughing at.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. Wu Fengtao stopped and held the ball. He stared at Gao Yang's face carefully and shook his head gently, "You are not my opponent. Let him come!"

Gao Yang doesn't say a word. He has never been a person who is easy to be disturbed by others. People who are quiet often have a rich inner world, and Gao Yang is no exception. He rarely speaks, but this does not mean that he is a thoughtless puppet. Others are really good to him, such as Yan Lingfeng, he will return the most sincere friendship to that person, and others are not good to him, such as Wu Fengtao, he will reply to this person's sharpest counterattack. Gao Yang is not good at attacking, so his counterattack is defense, the strongest defense.

Wu Fengtao met a stuffy gourd, and there was nowhere to use the belly manuscript. He could only look at Gao Yang with compassionate eyes and slowly shook his head and sighed to speed up the rhythm of dribbling. Like Yan Lingfeng, Wu Fengtao's dribbling skills have been tempered through countless times of training. It is plain, elegant, not gorgeous but ingenious, not sharp but silent.

Gaoyang's eyes stared straight at the basketball in Wu Fengtao's hand. His feet slowly slid on the floor, and his hands kept withdrawing, interfering with the rhythm of his opponent's dribbling.

If Wu Fengtao's dribbling rhythm is so easy to be disturbed, then he is not Wu Fengtao. With a sneer, Wu Fengtao suddenly took a small step back and made a deft ** dribble. Gao Yang was slightly stunned and instinctively stretched out his hand to interfere, but he didn't expect that Wu Fengtao would not stay and change his direction. When Gao Yang stretched out his hand again, Wu Fengtao suddenly pulled up and shot decisively in a position close to two steps away from the three-point line.

Gao Yang was stunned, Yan Lingfeng was stunned, the Yu family was stunned, and Li Hai was also stunned. All the audience were stunned. No one would think that Wu Fengtao would shoot in this position, just like no one would have thought that Yan Lingfeng's attack just now would be completed in a three-point way.

His knees were slightly bent, his elbows were slightly bent, he dragged the basketball with his left hand, held the basketball with his right hand, and stared at the basket. Wu Fengtao took a deep breath and said slowly, "Go, baby!"

With a gentle turn of the finger and wrist, the basketball flew away from Wu Fengtao's ten fingers, bringing out a beautiful arc and flying to the basket very fast.

"Swipe!"

In everyone's incredible and incredible eyes, the basketball flew straight into the basket.

When the basketball was still in the air, Wu Fengtao had turned around and raised his right hand and began to cheer. No one knew where his confidence came from. No one believed that this overstaff three-pointer would hit the target, except for those loyal experimental middle school supporters. .

The ball scored, and the ball scored again, still three points, another three points! The audience went crazy and completely crazy. Fortunately, in a three-point battle, they have been completely ignited by the three-pointers in their hearts one after another. Yan Lingfeng's three-point whistle and Wu Fengtao's ultra-long shot. This should not have appeared in a high school basketball game. It was a miracle, strange again and again. The trace has made their nerves a little numb, so numb that they only know how to applaud but not know who to applaud for whom.

52:50!

The score of the tenacious experimental middle school, the magical Wu Fengtao, was once again reduced to 2 points. The Yu family was speechless for a long time. His eyes seemed to be a little wet, and his voice seemed to be a little choked. "I think no matter which team will win this game, but there is no doubt that they are actually winners. They are still young and they still have a long way to go, so a failure can't fail. Saying failure is just a small bumpy and shallow gully on the road to success. They have tried their best, and I think they can have no regrets about their youth!"

"That's it!" Zhang Weiping nodded with a smile and echoed, "Doing your best is victory. I sincerely thank them for contributing a wonderful enough game for us."

"Director Zhang, it's still the old problem. Do you think you learned to finally achieve a reversal in the experiment?" The Yu family seemed to have a grudge against Zhang Weiping and kept pressing the offending job on his head.

"It is possible." Zhang Weiping is still so cunning. "Now that the wrestling between the two teams has entered the most critical moment, it depends on which team's nerves are thicker and which team will be the final winner. The ability of the experimental middle school to keep the score behind the game shows that they are a team with strong willpower. The ability of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School to maintain the lead of the score without being overtaken also shows that their mentality is very good. So, you asked me to say which team has a bigger chance to win now. I only have four words to answer you. There is no comment!"

The Yu family shrugged their shoulders helplessly and did not continue to dwell on this issue.

Wu Fengtao's birth made many supporters of the experimental middle school who regretted Chen Xiaodong's injury and leaving the field see hope. The natural elites in the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers have doubled. They can not eat hairy pigs like Zhang butchers, and they can naturally win without Chen Xiaodong.

Wu Fengtao's back is getting smaller and smaller, and Yan Lingfeng's eyes are getting smaller and smaller. In the end, his upper and lower eyelids almost stick together, but a trace of light shines in the narrow gap. If the three-point shot he just threw in is mostly lucky, then Wu Fengtao's shot is very confident. After all, he is arrogant, but he is not stupid. He began to celebrate before the ball was scored. If he didn't have strong self-confidence and extraordinary strength support, wouldn't he be afraid to become everyone's laughing stock?

Shuiyun's "basketball prince" naturally should not be underestimated. Yan Lingfeng has never underestimated this opponent, but now he knows that Wu Fengtao is really much more terrible than before. His will is no longer so fragile, and his medium-range investment is more accurate and more confident. Wu Fengtao is very difficult to deal with. Can Yan Lingfeng trample him under his feet again?

Maybe, maybe not, but Yan Lingfeng wants to try it. This is respect for his opponent and respect for himself.

[Grandma passed away at dawn. Today, she only slept for less than five hours. She was busy all day. She sat in front of the computer at eight o'clock and began to code words. Her head was in chaos. Now her eyes are still half closed. The quality of the update will definitely be affected. Chang'an can only say sorry here. I'm sorry. Home.]