Chapter 472 The Invinciable Northeast Tiger 1

"Perhaps, in your hearts, this so-called vow is just a drunken joke. But this oath is firmly engraved in my heart. From beginning to end, I have been working hard and fighting for this oath! But what about you? To be honest, I'm ashamed to be with you now! One by one, you were knocked to the ground by a little difficulty and depressed because of a little setback. You don't deserve to be a man at all! What's more, he doesn't deserve to be our Jilin man!"

Liu Xiaoyu rarely speaks in the team, and this kind of person often brings greater touch to others when he speaks. Liu Xiaoyu's eyes, like spitting fire, roared, "We Jilin people, born in white mountains and black waters, are not afraid of wind and frost, not afraid of the cold, tenacious and tenacious, optimistic and enterprising, but what about you? You pat your conscience and ask yourself, what qualifications do you have to go out and say that you are from Jilin? Is there? No! We were born at the foot of Changbai Mountain, and we grew up on the shore of the five Dalian Pools. Our personalities should stand upright and unyielding like mountains. We should be as cold, ruthless and galloping as water. We should be more like a northeast tiger, with divine eyes like fire, calm and quiet, and sharp and unparalleled. ! I once thought that my teammates and my comrades-in-arms were all a group of indomitable and strong men! But now, I find that I'm wrong. Look at the bears lying there one by one! I really wonder if you are the mother of our Jilin men!"

Please don't be as excited. Liu Xiaoyu did not pretend to comfort his teammates not to be discouraged. We still have a chance, let alone encourage them to cheer up. Instead, he scolded their souls with a harsh tone that they had never seen before, so that all of them had been ripped off their clothes and exposed to the public in public. Shame.

Zhang Dart was the first to stand up, took a deep breath, and stared at Liu Xiaoyu and said slowly, "Xiao Yu, if you say that we are all angry at all, it is impossible! But I know and understand your painstaking efforts. Don't worry, I promise you that as long as you haven't given up, I will fight with you to the end, even if I lose this life!"

"Me too!" Han Ruhu stood up angrily. Like Liu Xiaoyu, his eyes clenched his fist as if it was about to explode and said viciously, "We can't humiliate Jilin gentlemen!" The whole country knows that we in the northeast can't be defeated. Brothers, even for our hometown, we must not bend down!"

A basketball game involved the honor of his hometown, which is not a joke at all, because Zhang Weiping and Sun Zhengping were also talking about Northeasters at the broadcast table.

Sun Zhengping, as the broadcast team leader of CCTV, will certainly be much milder in his words. After all, he is also a person in the system, and he has to be much more cautious in words and deeds. "The overall strength of Changchun No. 11 Middle School can be said to be comparable to Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School, but it seems that after the end of the third quarter of the game, the championship competition There is no suspense in the war. Shuiyun, who is 12 points ahead, seems to have won the championship trophy with one hand. Yan Zhao has been a sad and generous man since ancient times. In my opinion, the personality of Northeasters is no less heroic than that of Yan Zhao. In the third quarter, the collapse of Changchun No. 11 Middle School, in my opinion, there was something wrong with the tactical deployment of Coach Sun Hu in Changchun No. 11 Middle School. They fought a little too fiercely in the first half, resulting in their poor physical strength in the second half.

"What Mr. Sun said makes sense." Zhang Weiping smiled and said, "My ancestral home is from Northeast China, but I don't think these young men in Changchun No. 11 Middle School can represent the style of Northeasters."

"Oh?" Sun Zheng flat frowned slightly and didn't understand what Zhang Weiping was talking about. Sometimes it was also a dangerous job to comment on the ball. A little carelessness attracted the dissatisfaction of a player. It was okay to complain in public. In case he was a little grumpy, it would be bad to wait under the broadcast table.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, but the performance of Changchun No. 11 Middle School in the third quarter is really disappointing. I thought that this game would not be determined until the end of the last quarter, and I didn't expect that the game could be settled until the third quarter.

Hearing Zhang Weiping change his words, Sun Zhengping was naturally happy to see the success. He shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't think so. After the end of the first half of the game, many people also think that Shuiyun No.1 Middle School has gone, but hasn't Shuiyun No.1 still stubbornly survived and surpassed it in one fell swoop? The game field is changing rapidly. Before the last moment of the game, no one dares to easily conclude that any team will definitely win. At the beginning of this year, the Houston Rockets played against the San Antonio Spurs at home. I believe Director Zhang must still have an impression, right?

Zhang Weiping nodded rudely, his eyes flashed, as if he had thought of something.

"Many spectators left early when there was less than a minute left in the game and the Rockets were still two minutes behind. Many viewers in front of the TV, even the most loyal Rockets fans, believe that the Rockets' loss is irrevocable. But what about the result? 35 seconds 13 minutes, McGrady abruptly reversed the victory of the two teams with a miracle that moved the God. Director Zhang, I think we still need to be more patient and give more time to Changchun No. 11 Middle School. Maybe they will create a miracle for us?

Zhang Weiping blinked and knew that Sun Zhengping said this more to retain the audience in front of the TV, so he did not argue with him and reluctantly nodded. In his heart, he really couldn't see the possibility of reversal in Changchun Eleven. Miracles are called miracles because it takes ten years or even hundreds of years to happen. It is a miracle that Kobe defeated the Trail Blazers with a group of substitutes to reverse the disadvantage of 25 points in a single quarter. If Liu Xiaoyu leads the Changchun 11 Middle School, which is already ready to fight, if he can finally reverse the victory, it is also be a miracle. But will such a miracle happen?

The players of the two teams will return, and the fourth quarter, the last quarter, is about to start.

Yan Lingfeng blinked, walked slowly to Liu Xiaoyu, and said in an extremely serious tone, "Don't kill!"

"Do not kill the gun!!" Following Yan Lingfeng, four other players from Shuiyun No.1 Middle School shouted at the same time.

"Interesting?" Liu Xiaoyu looked careless, as if he had just heard a few farts. He raised his glasses slightly and looked at Yan Lingfeng and asked.

"It's boring." Yan Lingfeng noticed the mental state of his opponent, and after making a world of difference from the third quarter, he had vaguely regretted shouting the sentence just now. When the opponent's morale is low, it can serve to deter the morale of the army, but when the opponent's fighting spirit is high, saying this sentence will not only not play a good role, but will be counterproductive, and the stimulating opponent will be more desperate.

"Just kidding." Yan Lingfeng rubbed her nose and said with a smile.

In the attack with the ball, Liu Xiaoyu did not pass the ball, but chose to single-handed Yan Lingfeng. Although his words successfully aroused the determination of his teammates to share the same hatred, he also knew that no matter how well he said it, it was not as effective as practical actions. Why did the teammates fall into a downturn in the third quarter? Wasn't it because of the sudden outbreak of Yan Lingfeng that caught them off guard? Liu Xiaoyu is ready to ignite the fighting spirit of his teammates in the same way at the beginning of the fourth quarter.

Yan Lingfeng seemed to be a little surprised. Liu Xiaoyu did not deliberately hide his desire to attack. In front of his aggressive offensive, Yan Lingfeng naturally would not easily admit defeat. Like Liu Xiaoyu, his expression is unprecedented. One person tried his best to stop it. At this time, Liu Xiaoyu was obviously determined to fight with himself desperately. Yan Lingfeng did not dare to be careless. Under full alert, Liu Xiaoyu did not find a good opportunity to attack.

There was not much offensive time left, but Liu Xiaoyu was still not in a hurry. He drew a semicircle around the court, but Liu Xiaoyu suddenly chose to pass the ball and shook his right hand gently. He did not give Yan Lingfeng time to react at all, and he drilled from his side like the wind.

Mention that Zhang's bodyguard, who seemed to block and cover Liu Xiaoyu online, obviously had communicated with Liu Xiaoyu before, so although Liu Xiaoyu passed the ball suddenly, he did not panic. After steadily receiving the ball, he hit the ball and sent the basketball out.

After bypassing Yan Lingfeng, Liu Xiaoyu deceived Xu Zhong with a fake action of turning around, calmly penetrated into the depths of the defense line of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, turned around and received a pass from Zhang Dart. Jumping in place was a very fast high throw shot.

If you don't want to be fast, Yan Lingfeng and Xu Zhong are both players who are very good at blocking. Liu Xiaoyu doesn't want to give them a chance to take advantage of it, so when all his opponents are stunned and can't react, he has completed the attack.

"I X!" After watching the basketball fall high and accurately fell into the basket, Yan Lingfeng couldn't help cursing, touching the back of his head and cursing. The opponent's attack just now was a standard two-to-one cooperation, and he himself played the "one" like the telegraph pole.

60:50!

The difference between the two teams was narrowed to 10 points. Although it still looked unreachable, Yan Lingfeng saw a trace of desperateness in the eyes of Liu Xiaoyu and his teammates. Almost everyone thought that their defeat had been decided, and the members of Changchun No. 11 Middle School obviously did not give up.

[The power suddenly went out last night, and my thousand yuan full attendance was cut off. It's sad! There are still 10 days left this month, and only one chapter should be updated every day. It's not that Chang'an is lazy, but that he has to think about writing a new book. Save some manuscripts first to avoid tragedy like last night.]