Chapter 430 Hand of God

Pause back. There is no doubt that basketball is in Su Mo's hands. He is now the brain of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, playing the role of commander both on and off the court. Moreover, after Yi Li left the court, he was the only one who could take the initiative to hold the ball and attack to find a scoring opportunity in Nanjing's ninth middle team.

The defender of Su Mo is still Yan Lingfeng.

Throughout the game, Yan Lingfeng was very successful in defending Su Mo in most cases, but Yan Lingfeng was still very dissatisfied, although he was only passed by Su Mo once. That was the only time that Shuiyun Yizhong fell into passive, and it was likely to be irreparable.

The tense atmosphere of the game has infected the fans. They held their breath and opened their eyes wide, looking forward to the last 15 seconds.

On Su Mo's forehead, a waterfall of fine sweat beads flowed down. At this time, no matter how big the heart is, they must feel nervous. Su Mo's sweat is not so much tired as nervous.

Yan Lingfeng is also very nervous, with heaven on one side and hell on the other. In defense of Su Mo's attack, the whole team will set foot in heaven and enjoy flowers and applause. But if you can't prevent Su Mo, then for them, they will fall into a hellish life.

Although heroes are not based on success or failure, people are realistic. Most people like a team, but they like that this team can continue to win and bring them joy, especially teams like Shuiyun No.1 Middle School and Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, which have little to lose, and can't tolerate defeat.

Yan Lingfeng claims to be the most promising organization defender in China. He deeply knows that it is the audience who once pushed him to this peak that is likely to take him off and step under his feet as soon as he loses.

Time, every second passed, and the jasper knife and the parting hook are still facing each other at the top of the outer arc of the three-point line. Su Mo's ball control rhythm is well mastered. The frequency and height of each racket are almost exactly the same, and Yan Lingfeng's heartbeat is also unconsciously beating with Su Mo's dribble.

"6, 5,..."

The attack time is 5 seconds away, and there are still 5 seconds away from the kill time. Su Mo finally launched an attack. His left hand dribbled the ball out, but his upper body twisted to the right, and his body looked very uncoordinatedly launched the attack.

Is it left? Or right?

Yan Lingfeng could not judge or guess. He could only slowly stretch out his left hand with his feeling, wrapped around the high and swollen left hand of gauze.

** Dribbling changed hands, Su Mo's body twisted like a snake, his feet slid, and his body suddenly leaned forward. He rushed to the right side of Yan Lingfeng's body.

"Wan!"

In the exclamation of the audience, Su Mo's body had already appeared behind Yan Lingfeng. As soon as his feet stepped on the ground fiercely, Su Mo jumped high.

Will this be a kill?

"Wan!"

In another uproar, Su Mo's face suddenly became ugly, because his hands had made a shooting posture, but the basketball had disappeared.

Su Mo can't do magic, and basketball can't fly away with its own wings? So where did the basketball go?

In the air, Su Mo turned his head and looked back. He knew that the basketball would definitely be in Yan Lingfeng's hands at this time.

"Du!" With a whistle, Su Mo, whose feet had fallen back to the ground, was overjoyed. Was it because the referee who did not stand on his side all the game? At the last moment of the game, which was also the most critical moment, finally found that his conscience was ready to take care of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School?

Looking at the referee with expectation, the hope that had just emerged in Su Mo's eyes turned into despair. Because Wu Botao's gesture was not to punish Yan Lingfeng's hitman, but to tell the players on the court that the pause time has come again.

The opportunity for each team to pause twice per quarter is the rule for entering the stage of the top four competition. Xu Jianye used these two valuable suspensions at the last moment, which can also show his caution and seriousness of the game.

"Maybe many audience friends did not notice how the basketball fell into Yan Lingfeng's hand at a glance just now, so let's take a look at how Yan Lingfeng staged the 'Hand of God' at the end of the game, and interrupted the basketball from Su Mo's hand. The initiative of the game was taken back to his team. Liu Xingyu's face is no longer as happy as in the first half. He likes all offensive teams, such as the Phoenix Suns of the NBA, Jiangsu Nanganglong of CBA, and Nanjing No. 9 Middle School of CHBA. It can be said that his support for Nanjing No. 9 Middle School is all-round, and it is inevitable that there will be a preference in the interpretation process, but after all, as a professional host, he has not been shameless enough to reverse black and white.

The big screen at the scene also played back the magical steal of Yan Lingfeng just now. Su Mo's passing is wonderful, but Yan Lingfeng's ghost hand is even more wonderful. Su Mo had already cleaned Yan Lingfeng, but Yan Lingfeng's injured left hand seemed to have been calculated, appearing on the only way of basketball. With just a gentle slap, Su Mo's attack was invisibly resolved.

2.3 seconds, there are only 2.3 seconds left before the end of the game!

sighed, as if he felt sorry for Nanjing No. 9 Middle School. Liu Xingyu shook his head slightly and said, "There was a chance to kill in front of Su Mo, but he didn't cherish it. I think he must be regretful now. But it doesn't matter. Don't be depressed because of this. There are still opportunities and time. I believe that both Su Mo and other players from Nanjing No. 9 Middle School will definitely continue to work hard in overtime and continue to play efficiently and tenaciously. Send a visual feast to our fans.

"Here we go again!" Su Kui was completely helpless in his heart. Liu Xingyu was really endless. He couldn't stand it. Su Kui finally couldn't bear to stab Liu Xingyu and said, "The regular time of this game is not over. It's hard to say whether they will play overtime or not.

Liu Xingyu smiled and seemed to be very disapproving. "Mr. Su, I don't think you are wrong? We broadcast a pure amateur high school basketball game, not the NBA. In 2.3 seconds, there may be many kills in the NBA, but in CHBA, I believe that the two teams must have begun to prepare for more cruel and intense overtime now.

Su Yu smiled dismissively and said nothing more, but the contempt in his eyes could not be concealed. He didn't know how Liu Xingyu entered the CCTV building at such a level, but he knew that after the end of this game, countless "Liu Hei" would emerge in China.

Will there be a miracle happen in 2.3 seconds for the players of the two teams to play again? Or, as Liu Xingyu said, the two teams just walked through the game, mixed these two seconds and devoted more energy to overtime?

Everything is unknown, just waiting for the team members to give an answer.

It is Xu Zhong who is standing on the sideline to serve, because CHBA does not have the rules of serving in the front court after the suspension with 2 minutes left in the whole game, which is why Liu Xingyu does not think that Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School will hit the final shot in such a short time.

Xu Zhong looked up at the position of his teammates on the field, lowered his head again to take a deep breath, and suddenly raised his arm and threw the basketball far away in the front court.

In the air, it moves forward like a meteor, and after rubbing against the air, it produces a whistling wind. The orange basketball has turned into an orange flame. Almost at the same time, the members of the two teams ran wildly at the same time, but the person running in the front was the most eye-catching one, because his left hand was white.

At this moment, Yan Lingfeng used his strength without reservation. Perhaps in the eyes of others, Shuiyun had no chance to kill his opponent. But in Yan Lingfeng's view, as long as the game is not over, they will still have a chance, even if it is only one in a thousandth or one in ten thousand, which will never be a reason for him to give up.

Following Yan Lingfeng closely, Su Mo's legs were as heavy as lead. Like Yan Lingfeng and most of the players on the field, his physical strength had already turned on the red light, but there was no way. As long as the game was not over, he could not stop running, especially when Yan Lingfeng was running, no matter For himself and for the team, he must grit his teeth and persist.

It's closer and closer. Basketball will not consume game time in the process of flying in the air. It also takes 2 seconds for basketball to fly from the back court to the front court. In 2 seconds, you can blink your eyes or run a distance of more than 20 meters.

Running wildly at half-time, Yan Lingfeng left everyone behind him. Near the free throw line, before the basketball arrived, he had already jumped high with the help of the power of forward.

The basketball had long eyes and obediently flew into Yan Lingfeng's open hands, and at this time, the timer suddenly began to jump.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Yan Lingfeng, whose physical strength was completely overdrawn, fell heavily on the floor. Venus flew around and his limbs were weak. Yan Lingfeng struggled to sit up and twisted his neck to look at the basketball.

The basketball that was gently sent by Yan Lingfeng in the air and changed the direction of operation, and flew slowly and firmly into the basket in the sound of inhaling cool air.

"Di............!" The sharp bell rang, which was the sound of the end of the game.

"Swipe!" Bai Lang rolled in front of Yan Lingfeng's eyes. In fact, he didn't have to look back deliberately. He could judge it by listening to the sound. This goal was scored!

79:77!

The difference is two points, but the distance between heaven and hell. After the hard battle of four sections of the game, Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School finally defeated Nanjing No. 9 Middle School by two points with the help of Yan Lingfeng's air relay shooting. At the same time as sending the opponent back home, it also officially entered the gate of the finals.

"This is really a wonderful game with some regrets!" Liu Xingyu's face was depressed, his eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not his nose. He had always supported Nanjing No. 9 Middle School lost the game. For Liu Xingyu, this was a big blow than last year's finals that of the Detroit Pistons defeating the Los Angeles Lakers.

Su Kui looks indifferent, because he doesn't have much special preference among these two teams. As long as the game is wonderful and the players of the two teams exert their best, then this is a game worth watching.