Chapter 412 Conflict 2

"Ling Feng, your task is very heavy today. You have to take care of scoring, defense and organization. I know it will be very tiring, but there's nothing you can do. Who can't let those worry-free guys fight!" Speaking of this, Xu Jianye sighed gently, and his tone became much softer. His eyes looking at Yan Lingfeng were full of worry, "We have come to this point, and it can be said that we are very close to the championship trophy. If we can't reach the finals and win the championship, no matter how hard we work and sweat, we will still be zero. At this time, the more you need to work hard and grit your teeth! Kids, go ahead, don't forget that there are many fellow villagers in front of the TV, and classmates and friends are looking forward to your performance!"

Xu Jianye patted the shoulders of the five starters one by one, waved his fist heavily, and roared, "Come on!"

Yan Lingfeng's left index finger and middle finger wore two golden finger covers, which were very eye-catching. Following Xu Jianye's appearance, Yan Lingfeng waved his left arm high, clenched his iron fist, waved forward with great momentum, and also roared, "Go!"

The other four starters were also ambiguous. Before the game started, their eyes became red as blood. Four iron arms came out and roared at the same time: "Go!"

The referee of the law enforcement semi-finals is an old acquaintance of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, international referee Wu Botao, and two assistant referees named Wang Hongyu and Zhao Dayuan, all of whom are national referees. They are not old and in their early 30s. They are young people who focus on training in the referee echelon.

Wu Botao led the two assistant referees slowly to the middle of the court with basketball in his arms. He looked left and right. Seeing that the starters of the two teams had set foot on the field, he took a soft breath and waved to the players to stand.

Yan Lingfeng and Su Mo came together tacitly. They looked at each other and saw the desire to win in each other's eyes.

Su Mo smiled and took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said, "We meet again."

Yan Lingfeng ignored it, as if he hadn't seen Su Mo, although Su Mo stood beside him.

Su Mo's face darkened, and he quickly withdrew his hand and hid behind him, because he didn't want Yan Lingfeng to see his right hand clenched together with blue veins. Still knowing Yan Lingfeng, naturally knows that this opponent is not a rude person. The reason why he chooses to ignore his greeting is actually not difficult to imagine. It is very simple that Yan Lingfeng just wants to anger himself.

The center of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, No. 13 Wang Yadong is about 2 meters tall and thin with a pair of long legs. He stands with Han Dengyun and looks like a player of two levels. The further the game goes, the more obvious Han Dengyun's height disadvantage is. He is not as perverted bounced as Gao Yang, so although his strength and body are all-round superior, he still lost in the jump ball.

Wang Yadong is a talent discovered by the former coach of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School on the track and field. He used to practice high jump, and his bounce is naturally far better than Han Dengyun. There is no suspense at all. As soon as the referee's basketball left, Wang Yadong jumped high and almost waiting for the basketball to rise in the air, relying on super stagnation. The empty ability did not wait until the basketball began to fall before reaching out and gently dialing to his own half. "Floor flow" Han Dengyun was very helpless. Once Fu Zijun joked that he could only jump the height of one matchbox. Han Dengyun disdained it and even bet with Fu Zijun that he could jump two matchboxes. Now he understands that there is not much difference between a matchbox and two matchboxes in front of a superior windproof lighter.

The organizational defender of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, Wang Qiang stepped back two steps back and firmly received the ball in his hand. He waved his hand with a great general's demeanor. Just when everyone thought that he was directing his teammates to intervene in front of him, Wang Qiang passed the ball far away.

Although Xu Jianye repeatedly reminded his team members to pay attention to the opponent's pass and destroy the opponent's fast attack as much as possible before the game, Bi Xiangyang still did not expect that the fast attack of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School would be so "fast" and launched a stormy offensive at the beginning. Don't they need to prepare it?

Wang Qiang aimed at Su Mo's pass, but in the end, the receiver was not Su Mo. Yan Lingfeng has been entangled by Su Mo's side, so Wang Qiang's completely subconscious pass is actually very risky, but Fortunately, another offensive weapon in Nanjing No. 9 Middle School is easy to judge accurately and intercept the ball from it horizontally. In the middle, before Wu Fengtao's defense was in place, he lowered his head, dribbled the ball forward, shook off a pair of long legs and rushed to the inner line of Shuiyun.

Wu Fengtao, who lost his position, hurriedly turned around, but when he saw that his team's internal defense had not yet taken shape, he did not hesitate. It was a resolute foul.

Yi Li curled his lips with a little disappointment, looked back at Wu Fengtao, and was very unwilling to throw the ball to the referee. Wu Fengtao noticed the loose defense of the team's inside line, and Yi Li naturally would not see it. After the start, he thought he could rush into the inside line at the beginning of the game and make a one-handed smash, but Wu Fengtao's timely foul made his dream come to nothing.

"What a cheap hand." Yi Li muttered in a low voice, with a sad face, moved two steps to the sideline and opened his hands to prepare to receive the sideline of his teammates.

Wu Fengtao, who has lost his position because of careless defense, will naturally no longer give Yi Li a chance to easily catch the ball and break through. He also opens his arms and stops in front of Yi Li. It is enough to make some mistakes once. It is very stupid to know the mistakes and not correct them.

Yi Li shook two steps, but still couldn't get rid of Wu Fengtao's defense. He was a little impatient. He couldn't help pushing Wu Fengtao gently. At the same time, a teammate who quickly turned around and stepped back and raised his right hand to greet the serve. Peng Hui, the power forward, said: "Quick pass! Pass it quickly!"

Peng Hui did not have to serve Yi Li, but like Yi Li, other teammates also did not have a good opportunity to catch the ball under the opponent's strict defense. Seeing that the service was about to be illegal in five seconds, he heard Yi Li's shouting, he immediately heard the sound and was about to pass the ball. But at this time, the referee's whistle was "Du!" There was a sound.

"X!" Peng Hui muttered dissatisfiedly and scolded the referee in his heart. He didn't understand the importance of smooth water and human kindness. Why should he be so serious?

However, after seeing the referee's gesture, Peng Hui's dissatisfaction immediately turned into anger. If the referee blew him for a five-second service violation, Peng Hui complained, but in fact, he was still a little guilty. But the referee's gesture was clearly a push foul gesture, and the referee's finger pointed to Yi Li, who was also annoyed.

Yi Li looked at the referee's gesture a little blankly and blinked in disbelief. After confirming that the referee was indeed fouling himself, Yi Li immediately quit and rushed to the referee with his hands behind his back and asked loudly, "Am I fouled? Where did I foul? Did you see it clearly?

The answer was the referee's gesture, looking in the direction of the referee's finger, but Yi Li found that Wu Fengtao, who had been defending him, had rolled on the floor with his lower abdomen in pain.

"Is this okay?" Yi Li looked at his right hand and tried to swallow a mouthful of saliva, and secretly said to himself that he had unconsciously become a unique yang finger in the world? Otherwise, why would I have such a big effect if I just pushed lightly?

"You liar!" Yi Li stamped his feet fiercely, cursed, and stopped arguing with the referee. He raised his hand and walked away angrily in the backcourt. What else can he say? What he wants to do most now is to award Wu Fengtao. It is not too much to award him an Oscar for such superb acting skills!

The dust settled, and Wu Fengtao stood up slowly with the help of his teammates with a painful face. Wu Botao still has a certain impression and good impression of this player who is only one word short of his name. Otherwise, the referee is not blind. Even if Wu Fengtao pretends to be like him, it will be useless.

After asking Wu Fengtao's injury with concern and getting the answer that was not serious, Wu Botao was also released and ran to the front court with a whistle.

Basketball is a sport. Bi Xiangyang can't remember the last time he made his debut. It is inevitable that he will be a little nervous on the court. Therefore, the process of dribbling to the front court is also stumbling. Several times, he was almost cut off by the ball by the fast-moving Wang Qiang, but Anyway, his experience is relatively rich, so although the process is dangerous, the result is still safe.

He handed the ball to Yan Lingfeng at the first time. Bi Xiangyang seemed to have completed his task and found a foothold in an empty corner. He could not organize the attack, and he could not break through with the ball. Fortunately, he still had a good fixed-point shooting, otherwise he would be completely invisible on the court.

Su Mo and Yan Lingfeng are against each other. As soon as Yan Lingfeng received the ball, Su Mo ravaged him, squatted slightly, and kept interfering with Yan Lingfeng's dribble with his hands open. In the understanding of the players of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, the best defense is attack. Su Mo's defense is very aggressive, which seems to be all the time. It's like grabbing the ball while waiting for the opportunity.

In front of Su Mo's oppressive defense, it is also difficult for Yan Lingfeng to dribble the ball. Fortunately, although he is not as tall as Su Mo, he does not fall behind in physical confrontation and is more flexible. Therefore, it is not so easy for Su Mo to take the ball directly from his hand. But it is also very difficult for Yan Lingfeng to hold the ball and break through Su Mo.

In his previous life, Yan Lingfeng did not hear Su Mo's name, but judging from the performance of this competition, it can be said that no one of his peers is better than him in the second position. He is 1.22 meters tall and weighs 90 kilograms. He can run within 11 seconds. He bounces 80cm in situ and runs 3 meters high. Su Mo's physical talent is beyond doubt, but this is not the most terrible. Su Mo's most commendable thing is his basketball IQ. On the basketball court, he always seems to know what he should do. What.

When meeting such a powerful opponent, Yan Lingfeng's heart was not afraid, but had a strong desire to challenge. The enemy is strong, and I am stronger! Yan Lingfeng took a deep breath, and when he looked at Su Mo again, he had become like an aggressive beast.

Su Mo felt the change in Yan Lingfeng's eyes. He smiled and raised his eyebrows indifferently. He slipped and defended more quickly, and the ball was more violent.