Chapter 465 Power 3

"Why?" Sun Hu was anxious as soon as he heard this. The reason why he didn't agree with Sun Hu's immediate appearance in the game was that he would take a free throw after playing, and Sun Hu's service shooting rate, not to mention it, a strange person who can make two consecutive free throws and let him go to the free throw line, isn't it equivalent to giving points to his opponent?

Sun Hu's original intention was to send a substitute player with accurate service, and then after the free throw, he called a pause to let Han Ruhu play again. However, he did not expect that the referee actually let the opponent's coach designate the player to make a penalty, and Sun Hu immediately quit. After all, although the team's penalty shooting rate in Changchun No. 11 Middle School is all The team can be ranked in the upper middle. But in each team, there will always be a few people who are not suitable to stand on the free throw line, just like there will always be a few bad horses in each herd.

"In accordance with the regulations!" The referee didn't want to ink with Sun Hu. He turned around and waved to the bench of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School. When Xu Jianye came to him, he slowly said, "From the remaining 7 players in Changchun Eleven, you can choose any player to replace Sun Hu to play the free throw."

"Is there such a good thing?" Like Sun Hu, Xu Jianye is obviously not very familiar with some regulations on killing this time. According to international practice, Xu Jianye does not have this qualification. However, since the referee has handed over the decision to his hands, he will naturally not refuse pretentiously. After turning his eyes twice, he then pointed to Huang Guowen, the No. 4 center of Changchun Eleven Middle School, sitting at the end of the bench.

According to common sense, the higher the penalty, the more unreliable the penalty. In the average penalty shooting rate of five positions in the NBA, the center will undoubtedly occupy the last place. Of course, there will be exceptions. Yao Ming, the pride of the Chinese 'little giant', is a player with a particularly accurate free throw rate. Another example is the "German chariot" Dirk Nowitzki. If Yao Ming's free throw can only be regarded as a first-class NBA level, then Dirk, with an average of more than 90% of his career free throws per game, can completely become a super first-class free thrower. Xu Jianye chose Huang Guowen to take a free throw, which is also a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Although he said that he made a lot of investigations and understanding of Changchun No. 11 Middle School before the game, he did not know which one had the worst free throw except Han Ruhu in Changchun 11 Middle School.

Playing as a substitute for the "furiant" Han Ruhu, Huang Guowen still had very few opportunities to play in the previous game, so he accidentally got the opportunity to play. He did not care about Xu Jianye's recommendation. He immediately took off his training suit and was eager to prepare for the game.

"Wait a minute!" Sun Hu pulled Huang Guowen to his ear, whispered, and then patted him on the shoulder and walked aside with a smile.

Huang Guowen nodded thoughtfully, looked at Gao Yang, who was still standing upright like a green pine on the field, biting his lips and slowly clenching his fists.

After Xu Jianye carefully selected, he thought he had found a soft persimmon, but he didn't expect to bite it and find that the soft persimmon does not mean that the persimmon is not astringent, and Huang Guowen is a persimmon that looks very soft but very astringent.

Standing on the free throw line, Huang Guowen turned the ball around his waist three times like "General 0" Gilbert Arenas, and then slowly squatted down, holding the ball with his left hand and gently flipping his right hand. The basketball flew to the basket with a soft arc.

39:41!

This is the first score in the second half of Changchun 11 Middle School. No one would have thought that the windy and sunny game in the first half will turn into a storm in the second half, and there will be no precursors at all. The smell of gunpowder on the court is permeated. Fortunately, the players of the two teams know the significance of the final, so so so far, he We are still restrained, otherwise I'm afraid that the basketball court has become a boxing ring by now, and it will be an unlimited number of people.

"Swipe!" With a sound, the second penalty entered again, 39:42! Changchun No. 11 Middle School struggled to maintain their lead, and also relied on Huang Guowen's two free throws to interrupt Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School's continuous scoring, avoiding being hit by the opponent ** and overtaking the score in one fell swoop.

After completing the task, Huang Guowen was immediately called off the court by Sun Hu, and Han Ruhu returned to the battle after a short rest.

The real man was like this. When Han Ruhu appeared on the stage, the audience immediately gave unstinting applause. Through the big screen at the scene, they could see clearly that Han Ruhu's eyes were closed and his face was pale, which was no different from the dead. But after such a short time, Han Ruhu bravely returned to the field. What qualifications do they have to return the purest applause to such a fighter?

Han Ruhu's face was somewhat pale, but his expression was still so excited. After claping his teammates one by one, Han Ruhu stood awe-inspiringly in front of Gao Yang and slowly exhaled a turbid breath and said coldly, "Good boy, between the two of us, it's endless!"

Many words must be lost. This truth was instilled by the teacher of Gaoyang Primary School. He has been a good baby since he was a child. Gao Yang, who regarded the teacher's words as a famous saying, deeply imprinted this sentence in his mind, which also directly led to his taciturn character when he grew up. In the face of Han Ruhu's provocation, his face did not look any The change is still as indifferent as ever, but his eyes have hidden fanaticism. Obviously, the collision just now also made his blood boil.

Guo Wei stood on the sideline and served. He was the eldest brother of the team and the team's No. 2 scorer before, but he never had any special performance in this game. There was some anxiety in his heart, and most importantly, after this competition, he will soon enter the university campus, because He is more eager than anyone to win this game, hold the championship trophy in his arms, and leave no regrets in his high school life.

The glasses looked at Liu Xiaoyu, but Guo Wei's Yu Guang noticed that Jiang Jiajie was constantly inserting at both ends of the bottom line.

When his heart moved, Guo Weiyang was about to pass the ball to Liu Xiaoyu, but at the moment when the basketball was about to get out of his palm, he suddenly changed the direction of the pass, turned his wrist and sent it to the right bottom line.

There is empty, neither his teammates nor his opponents, but Guo Wei believes Jiang Jiajie and believes that he can run to that position before the basketball flies out of the bottom line. This is not blind trust, but the tacit understanding that has been sharpened for a long time.

Jiang Jiajie really did not disappoint Guo Wei. His running position was as ethereal as ever. Before Guo Wei passed the ball, he had already received a signal, so he suddenly stopped under the basket and turned around, dumped Sun Feiying and ran away in the direction of Guo Wei's pass.

Guo Wei's idea is right. After all, Jiang Jiajie's three-pointer is still very lethal. However, he ignored a person, a person who went crazy and could even run 100 meters for 11 seconds. In fact, Sun Feiying was not completely rid of Jiang Jiajie. He was also experienced in defending Jiang Jiajie, a person who was running and playing basketball. He knew that whether it was true or false, he should leave three points of power at any time.

Seeing that Jiang Jiajie's hands were about to touch the basketball, but at this time, a yellow wind suddenly came from Jiang Jiajie's back. A yellow figure completed the overtaking of him in an instant and grabbed the basketball in front of him and held it in his hand.

Sun Feiying successfully broke the ball, but under the huge inertia, his body had flown out of the sideline uncontrollably, clenching his teeth. Sun Feiying held the ball alone and turned around slightly. Regardless of it, he didn't have so much time to think about it. He almost completely relied on it with his eyes closed. I felt that I threw it at the first half of Changchun 11 Middle School with all my strength.

The basketball roared and broke through the air with a rapid rotation in the air. Near the midfield, Yan Lingfeng was fighting with Liu Xiaoyu. Sun Feiying's pass is not very directivity. If you want to take the ball in your hand, you have to rely on keen judgment and accurate running position.

Liu Xiaoyu is a passing master, which is obviously more sensitive than Yan Lingfeng's sense of smell. Yan Lingfeng's glasses are not as good as Liu Xiaoyu's, but he can't help but be smart. He didn't go to see the ball, but just followed Liu Xiaoyu, as if he was not the attacking side but the defender.

Liu Xiaoyu also seemed a little helpless about Yan Lingfeng's "skin dog" playing style. He could only grit his teeth and run in the opposite direction. He also understood that Sun Feiying's ball was extremely powerful and fast. As long as it took a little time, Yan Lingfeng could not catch up with him again. In this case, neither of them can pick it up and let the basketball fly directly out of the bottom line.

Liu Xiaoyu was also confused by Yan Lingfeng. He forgot that Yan Lingfeng's judgment on the basketball route may not be as good as him, but Yan Lingfeng is not a rookie who has just come into contact with basketball. When the basketball was far away from his hand, he may not have been able to find an accurate receiving point for a while, but the basketball flew For a while, when he was getting closer and closer, how could Yan Lingfeng still not find the receiving point?

After taking two steps, Liu Xiaoyu noticed that Yan Lingfeng did not follow. He said something bad. When he turned his head to look, he desperately found that Yan Lingfeng had caught the ball in his hand and rushed to their half like the wind.

Liu Xiaoyu still has an accurate judgment of his speed and Yan Lingfeng's speed. He knew that it was completely impossible for him to catch up with Yan Lingfeng at this time, so he did not force himself to avoid suffering another "** humiliation" at that time and slowly followed Yan Lingfeng. Liu Xiaoyu His heart was full of mixed feelings. He once hoped that Yan Lingfeng would not be affected by pain and use all his skills to compete with him. But facing the desire of the champion in his heart, he hoped that Yan Lingfeng could not continue to play. Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Xiaoyu's eyes were no longer full of anger. He really calmed down. Some people could not be defeated if he tried his best, and some things could not be recovered if he paid all.

Yan Lingfeng rushed to the empty basket in Changchun 11th alone, but did not rush to attack the basket. Instead, he stopped and turned around and gave his thumbs up to Sun Feiying from a long distance.

As soon as Yan Lingfeng's action came out, there was an uproar, and Sun Hu was even more furious. He almost rushed into the field and pinched Yan Lingfeng's neck to ask him what he wanted to do?

Humiliation, Yan Lingfeng is undoubtedly a blatant provocation and unreserved humiliation to Changchun 11 Middle School!

The powerful Yan Lingfeng has no good and evil in his eyes, only success or failure!