Chapter 341 Enemy of Life 8

At the beginning of the second half of the game, the three referees had not discussed a constitution. The assistant referee surnamed Wang suggested changing the "one-sided" blowing penalty in the first half and properly taking care of the injured hearts of the players of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School on the basis of justice and fairness, while the idea of the assistant referee surnamed Ma was exactly the opposite of his. He I think that since you have embarked on this road, no matter what the result is, you can only go to the dark one by one. Instead of changing the wind direction and not pleasing both sides at that time, it is better to completely beat Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School into 18 floors of hell. At least this can also make Panyu Middle School grateful to them, right? The two assistant referees only have the right to advise and have no right to decide. The referee Zhu, the referee with the right to decide, was in a dilemma. Huo Qigang's words were like a heavy hammer, and he suddenly knocked him down from Jiuxiaoyun. Without anyone saying anything, the referee also knew that he was finished. Without the protection of the Huo family, he was like a baby peeing at the dining table. He had the ability to do bad things, but he did not have the ability to protect himself at all. I believe that the leader of the organizing committee of the Basketball Association and the Competition have noticed them, right?

Swallow saliva, but it was full of bitter taste. Judge Zhu struggled to move out of the lounge and walked into the field. Judge Wang followed him and lowered his voice and asked like a thief, "Mr. Zhu, how on earth can you give me an idea!"

Judge Zhu took a deep breath, stamped his feet angrily and gritted his teeth and said, "Mang Xipi, don't let me live, and I won't let them have a good time!" Listen to both of you. How did you continue to blow like this in the second half of the first half? Barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes. We are now finished. No matter how we brag now, we can only hold the Huo family's thighs. Lao Ma is right. The two ends of the first mouse will only make everyone hate. I hope Mr. Huo can save us for the sake of our hard work. Otherwise... alas!"

The referee sighed and sighed all the grievances in his heart. At this moment, he realized that it was not a good thing for people to be too smart. Now the situation is already obvious. It was he who exaggerated the meaning of Principal Yang, and he cleverly believed that the Huo family wanted to see a big victory and a complete victory.

I know, but referee Zhu can't reveal these words to the two assistant referees. If people are dispersed, it will be difficult for the team to take care of.

At the beginning of the second half of the game, looking at the score of 21:48 on the scoreboard on the sidelines, Yan Lingfeng sighed slightly, took the ball from Wu Fengtao's hand and smiled, "Angkor, do you regret it now?"

Wu Fengtao was stunned for a moment, looked at Yan Lingfeng puzzledly, and quickly figured it out, and immediately shook his head firmly, "I have never regretted it, whether before, now or in the future!"

"That's fine." Yan Lingfeng was still smiling, "Otherwise, I would have blamed myself very much."

Wu Fengtao came forward and patted Yan Lingfeng on the shoulder and said nothing more, because action is the best language. He has expressed his attitude with his actions, and saying "no brother, no basketball" is enough to draw a snake.

Yan Lingfeng slowly dribbled the ball to the front court. In the face of Chen's unstrict defense, he repeated the distance outside the three-point line. He pulled up and made a very straightforward shot. Although he judged from the referee's eyes that they might show mercy, he did not dare to gamble because God knew him. Did they deliberately pretend to be so guilty to attract themselves to the hook?

With a "brush", Yan Lingfeng's hand was as accurate as carrying GPS positioning, and it was a hollow three-point hit.

The left hand is "two" and the right hand is "four", and Yan Lingfeng raised his hands. This is his 24th point in this game, which is a step closer to the goal of 39 points. The ball was scored, but the scoreboard on the sidelines did not change, not because the technicians deliberately ignored Yan Lingfeng's goal, but because the referee made an invalid gesture to the technical table.

Is the goal invalid? Yan Lingfeng felt that his body was about to explode. He put up with the false foul, and he also put up with the inexplicable violations, but this time, he didn't want to put up with it anymore. The ninja of lying on firewood and tasting gall is to paralyze the opponent, but if you endure it again and again, you will be a coward who endure it until death. Yan Lingfeng is not a coward, never, so he suddenly rushed to the referee, soberly suppressed his inner anger, spread his hands and widened his eyes and asked angrily, "Is your mother's glaucoma or presbyopia? Why do you brag about my violation? When did I violate the law? Are you afraid of having a son without anal eyes and daughter in the future?

On the court, the referee who holds the power of life and death can be said to be a statement. The game supervisor will not interfere with the referee's punishment most of the time, because in general, they are often a hill racons, eating and drinking at a table, bathing and massaging in a pool. How can they be a disaster? Question mark

There has never been a person who dares to be so presumptuous in front of himself! In the first half of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, the little daughter-in-law endured all the grievances, which also greatly contributed to the arrogance of the referee. Yan Lingfeng's saliva sprayed on his face. The referee not only did not have the guilt that had just flashed in his eyes, but was extremely angry. On the basketball court, the referee is the sky, the referee is the god, and the referee has an invisible dog head on his shoulder. All players who dare to offend the referee's authority must become a dead soul!

Without opening or explaining, the referee's hand is a gesture of expulsion.

"I'll give you a damn!" The referee's gesture was like adding fuel to the fire, completely igniting the fierce anger in Yan Ling's heart. His left hand, which had already been clenched into a fist, couldn't help but hit it out with a fierce punch.

Juditor Zhu's nose is a little big, and the target orientation is more obvious. Yan Lingfeng punched the referee's nose, and the referee's face suddenly burst into blood, red blood, white tears, and a yellow eye excrement, which is very beautiful as if he opened a fuel shop.

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"FUCK!" Mr. Premier has been sitting patiently until now, and finally can no longer control his anger. The people standing in his position have often experienced thousands of trials and years of hardships. The joy and anger that have long been cultivated are invisible, and they are idle in front of the court. But this time, Mr. Premier lost his temper. Just like all the old fans who are worried about Chinese football, he can't wait to get into the TV and kick the scene. Whether he kicks people or kicks the ball, he can vent his anger, can't he?

The old fans scolded the players, but the Prime Minister scolded the referee, "These bastards, Chinese basketball has been destroyed by them!" Xiao Zhou, immediately call Director Liu and tell him my opinion. Such a referee must not show mercy when dealing with it! Their conscience has been completely broken, and education has no effect on them.

Secretary Zhou nodded, hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Head, that 11th..."

"What happened on the 11th?" The Prime Minister's eyes stared, "Can young people without temper be called young people? Tell Minister Liu that I like this 11 very much.

"Okay, chief, I'll inform Director Liu." Secretary Zhou bowed and was about to retreat to the room to make a phone call, but the Prime Minister waved his hand and said, "Let's fight in the room!"

Secretary Zhou naturally took the order happily and took out his mobile phone in front of the Prime Minister to find Liu Qiang, director of the General Administration of Sports, and called him. The phone was answered quickly after ringing twice. Naturally, the person who answered the phone was not Director Liu himself. If the leader had to answer the phone, what did the secretary do?

"Hello, Director Zhou, I'm Xiao Zeng, the secretary of Director Liu." On the other side of the phone, Secretary Xiao Zeng said respectfully that although both of them are secretaries, the status of service leaders also determines their status. Even in front of the leaders of the provincial sports bureaus, Secretary Xiao Zeng's attitude towards the secretary last week was very low.

"Secretary Zeng, the Premier has a few words for me to tell Director Liu, is it convenient for Director Liu to answer the phone now?" Secretary Zhou did not have arrogance, tone and kind attitude because of Secretary Zeng's humility.

Soon, the person on the other side of the phone was replaced by Director Liu Qiang, with a little hometown accent in his voice, but it was also very kind. After all, the seven officials in front of the prime minister, not to mention that Secretary Zhou was a solid deputy ministerial-level senior, only half a level shorter than him. Of course, he was not qualified to take the big one.

"Director Zhou, I heard from Xiao Zeng that the leader has instructions?" Liu Qiang asked with a smile that the State Council is at the top of the General Administration of Sports, and the Prime Minister's instructions are basically the highest instructions for him.

" Director Liu, the Prime Minister watched a basketball game in his busy schedule, but the process of the game made the Prime Minister very atmospheric. I don't know how Director Liu intends to deal with this matter?" Secretary Zhou didn't say too much. The Premier is really angry.

"Oh?" Director Liu Qiang suddenly felt cold all over. The Prime Minister is nothing small. It's not good for him, the director of the General Administration of Sports, to pay attention to the things he paid attention to, so he immediately lowered his voice and asked, "Director Zhou, is it convenient to reveal which game the Premier is watching?"

"If Director Liu has a TV around him, take a look at the central five sets and you will understand." Secretary Zhou hesitated for a moment and still conveyed the Prime Minister's original words. "The Premier said that the three referees are no longer suitable to continue the law enforcement basketball game, and the No. 11 player in the yellow team uniform likes the Premier very much."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Qiang couldn't turn on the TV and issued several orders to go out one after another. Secretary Zhou's prompt was already obvious. There was no need for the ordinary director Liu to watch TV to know how to deal with it.

Back on the playing field, Yan Lingfeng was still puzzled after a punch, so before others reacted, he waved a series of punches. How could the referee with a small body and physique withstand such a blow? Maybe he really couldn't hold on any longer. Maybe at this moment, he remembered the allusion of the "bitter meat trick" and simply fainted directly with his eyes closed.

Yan Lingfeng was not interested in continuing to attack a person who lost consciousness. He sneered and walked towards the locker room without looking back.

Poor mountains and evil waters come from unruly people. Although the water clouds are not a remote land, they are also surrounded by mountains and rivers. Since ancient times, the people have been strong and there are many horses. Yan Lingfeng told Sun Feiying to calm down, but he didn't expect that he had embarked on this road instead.

This is a road of no return. Yan Lingfeng knows very well that this national competition is now over for him!