Chapter 406 The weak brigade is not weak

In the locker room of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, the players did not relax at all because of the lead in the first half. They seemed to be two or 30 minutes behind.

Yan Lingfeng leaned on the chair in front of the wardrobe and closed his eyes slightly. He put his hands on his legs, opened the other and clenched the other. It seemed that he did not forget the tension of the game during the rest. As usual, Sun Feiying was sitting next to him. He, who had been sent off, looked at the ceiling a little bored and muttered to himself: "I don't know what's going on with the Nanyang model..."

As soon as Sun Feiying's voice fell, Xu Jianye pushed the door and entered. The expression on his face was very complicated. After looking around the team members with his mouth, he gently high-fiveed and attracted the attention of the team members and said slowly: "Two news, one good news and one bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?

"It's so boring!" Sun Feiying rolled her eyes and obviously disapproved of Xu Jianye's mysterious pretense. Although he and Han Dengyun and others failed in the "mutation" on the field under the intervention of Yan Lingfeng, this does not mean that their tensions with Xu Jianye have been eased. They just suppressed this antagonistic emotion and accumulated more and more, and maybe it will completely burst out at some point.

Xu Jianye sold a barrier, but did not get a response from the team members. He could only shake his head a little boringly and sighed, "I'd better tell the bad news first, otherwise I'm afraid you can't stand the huge gap between sadness and joy."

"The bad news is that people involved in the conflict in today's game are likely to be suspended." Xu Jianye's deep eyes stayed on Sun Feiying's face, with a sastic smile on the corners of his mouth and continued: "The good news is that on another field, the first half of a game closely related to whether we can qualify has also ended. The half score is 39:31, leading Chengdu Shudezhong. Learn!"

"What?" Sun Feiying was shocked and almost fell off her chair. She looked at Xu Jianye in disbelief and muttered, "How is this possible? This is impossible..."

Xu Jianye ignored him and continued to say, "That is to say, our probability of qualifying has suddenly increased a lot. Because as long as Shude Middle School can defeat the Nanyang model, and we maintain the lead to defeat Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School. Then we will stand out from the 'death group' and advance to the final four of the national competition!"

"Nonsense! You must be talking nonsense, right?" Sun Feiying recovered from the shock, stood up and pointed to Xu Jianye rudely and asked harshly, "You must be fabricating lies to revenge against us, right? It must be like this..."

"It's true." Yan Lingfeng interrupted calmly, "Shude Middle School is indeed ahead of Nanyang models at present."

"Ah?" Sun Feiying was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Yan Lingfeng and asked frustratedly, "How do you know?"

Yan Lingfeng did not explain, but directly handed the mobile phone to Sun Feiying and said, "You can see for yourself."

Sun Feiying took over his mobile phone and looked at it. His face immediately became extremely gray. Why did he react so much to the news brought by Xu Jianye? Because in this way, he will definitely sit on the bench again and watch his teammates compete for the championship, just like the final of the Shandong High School Basketball Competition. He is anxious, but he is also anxious. He has no place to use it. He has experienced this painful feeling once, and he really doesn't want to experience it again. But the development of things seems to be going in that direction in an orderly manner, which makes Sun Feiying's heart not depressed? How can you not be annoyed?

"Well, without further ado, generally speaking, everyone's performance in the first half is still good, especially in the final stage of the second quarter, which makes me very satisfied. If we continue to maintain it, we will definitely turn this 1% chance into 100%!"

Xu Jianye clapped his palm again, and then turned around and left the locker room.

Yan Lingfeng stood up with a smile, patted Sun Feiying on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, we still have two games to play."

"I hope so!" Sun Feiying nodded slowly with a bitter face. Now, no matter how much he regrets and is, it won't help. He can only pray that the organizing committee of the competition will not be sentenced too heavy, even if the ban will only one game is banned. In this way, he still have a chance to appear in the finals. Of course, the premise is that Shuiyun No.1 Middle School can enter the top four and reach the finals. Otherwise, everything will be empty talk.

"Don't be happy too early." A reasonably matched team will always have a cold one, and in the basketball team of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, this person is none other than Wu Fengtao, the "Prince of Basketball". He always looks so rational, so calm, and frowned slowly: "Shude Middle School only leads by 8 points, which is very unsafe. After all, we haven't played with Nanyang models. Their strength is still very strong, and there is still a high possibility of a turnover in the second half.

The team members who were originally silent in the dream of qualifying immediately returned to reality from their dreams as soon as they heard Wu Fengtao's words. Yes! Wu Fengtao is right. Although I don't know what caused Nanyang Model to fall behind in the first half, I believe they will not continue to be depressed. If they wake up in the second half and reverse the score in one fell swoop, it will not help even if Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School beat Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School by 50 points.

"Angkor, I want to ask, why do you think that Shude Middle School is not as strong as Nanyang Model?"

Yan Lingfeng looked at Wu Fengtao with a smile and asked, Wu Fengtao may have good intentions, but saying such words at this time will certainly greatly dampen the morale of his teammates and their desire to win.

"Well, isn't that what everyone said?" Wu Fengtao was stunned and looked at Yan Lingfeng puzzledly and asked.

"Yes, in the strength list, Shude Middle School is indeed several places lower than the Nanyang model, but if that strength list works, what should we do so hard? Isn't it enough to rank directly according to the ranking of the strength list?

Wu Fengtao shook his head slightly, "That's not what I mean..."

"What do you mean?" Yan Lingfeng reluctantly asked, "Are you a man in Angkor? Others say that Shude Middle School is a weak brigade, so you are sure that they will lose to Nanyang models?"

Wu Fengtao knew that Yan Lingfeng was being unreasonable, but for a moment, he couldn't think of words to refute him. He could only shake his head helplessly and said nothing about Yan Lingfeng's statement.

"Yes, after the first game, it is generally believed that Shude Middle School is the 'money' of our group, but have you ever thought about it? One of the important reasons why we can beat Shude Middle School by a big score is that their core Bai Xiao was injured and left the field. And now Bai Xiao is back, as intact as before, and even more powerful Bai Xiao is back. I always think that Shude Middle School's defeating Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School is not a surprise. They have this strength. Further, Shude Middle School can defeat Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School, but why can't it defeat the Nanyang model?

Yan Lingfeng's analysis sounds very reasonable, but in fact it is still unreasonable. However, at this time, the team members don't have so much intention to analyze word by word. They just feel that Yan Lingfeng is right, so they put a bright smile on their faces again. He nodded repeatedly and said yes, in his heart, there was a little more desire to defeat Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School.

Wu Fengtao also came to his senses and gently patted his forehead and scolded him for being confused. One of the most important prerequisites is that the team wants to advance to advance to the top four is that he must take Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School. At this time, what he needs to do is not to splash cold water but hot soup to make his teammates hot up and gain momentum. Destroy Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School like a broken bamboo.

Looking at Yan Lingfeng gratefully, Wu Fengtao nodded gently and stopped talking.

At the beginning of the second half of the game, the players of the two teams returned to the court.

Compared with the starting lineup, both teams have changed a lot. On this side of Shuiyun Middle School, Sun Feiying and Gao Yang, who were the first to leave, stayed in the locker room, replacing them by Bi Xiangyang and Han Dengyun. Yang Chao and Huang Biao in Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School were also replaced by Ding Feihang and Zhu Juntian respectively.

Looking at the bright red and dazzling score on the curtain wall, Zhong Cheng slowly exhaled a turbid breath, clenched his fists and closed his eyes and roared to cheer himself up, in order to inspire his teammates to have more motivation.

Yan Lingfeng approached leisurely with his hands behind his back. After Bi Xiangyang appeared, he no longer had to control the ball and move forward. What he needed to do was to stand up when the team's offensive was weak and help the team open the situation with its strong personal singles ability.

"There is a news that I think you must not know." Yan Lingfeng said with a smile, "In another game, I'm afraid the Nanyang model will lose."

"Shut up!" Zhong Cheng was stunned, and a black cloud floated across his face. Obviously, he didn't know that Shude Middle School was leading at half-time. Naturally, Wang Zhenguo is not stupid. Of course, he will not reveal this news that will obviously affect the morale of the team. You know, like Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School wants to qualify. While defeating his opponent, he also has to wait for the result of another game. Contrary to Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, they expect Nanyang models to win.

"I know you don't believe or don't want to believe it, but whether you believe it or not, it's true." Yan Lingfeng shook his head and smiled, and then walked away with his hands behind his back. He had buried the nail. No matter what Zhong Cheng thought, Yan Lingfeng believed that his words would definitely affect Zhong Cheng's performance on the field.

No matter how mature he is, Zhong Cheng is just a 15- or 16-year-old child. It is simply certain that his psychological state is immature, so whether the news brought by Yan Lingfeng is true or false will definitely affect his psychological fluctuations and then affect his desire to win on the court.

Under the "protection" of Ding Feihang's whole field, Bi Xiangyang dribbled the ball to the front court very steadily. He had no intention of breaking through with the ball. He found a pass and handed the ball to Wu Fengtao, who came to receive it from the flank.

Wu Fengtao's performance in the first half was not very good. If the defensive end is barely qualified, then the idiom "no good" can be used on the offensive end. Whether it is a personal breakthrough or a sudden stop jump shot, he can rarely hit the target. 1 out of 7 shots, Fortunately, he hit several free throws so that his data would not be too ugly.

Wu Fengtao, who made up his mind to be reborn in the second half of the game, had no intention to pass the ball after receiving the ball. Looking at Zhu Juntian, who stood in front of him and defending, he suddenly took a slipped step, twisted his hips and lifted his buttocks, leaned his back against Zhu Juntian and squeezed into the inner line.