Chapter 475 The Invinciable Northeast Tiger 4

62:52!

The difference was again in double digits, but all the team members and supporters of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School were not happy. Yan Lingfeng, who lay motionless on the floor, touched the hearts of all of them. Every success of Yan Lingfeng seems to be mixed with pain. In Shuiyun's basketball game, he was seriously injured and left the field. In the Yantai High School Basketball Competition, he left the field seriously injured; did he want to say goodbye to his dream stage again on the stage of the national competition?

Team Doctor Liu rushed into the field almost at a speed of 100 meters, and the blood donation on Yan Lingfeng's face redtened his eyes. He roared and knelt beside Yan Lingfeng. Dr. Liu hurriedly opened the first aid kit. After so many days, the team members of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School are already like nephews in his eyes. In particular, Yan Lingfeng made him take care of himself as his son.

Yan Lingfeng, who lost consciousness, slowly opened his eyes and woke up under the emergency rescue of Team Liu. He smiled bitterly and raised a helpless smile at the corners of his mouth. At this moment, he really wanted to ask why he always had himself?

"Uncle Liu, how's it going? Are you all right?" Sun Feiying squatted beside Team Doctor Liu and spoke while sweeping Zhang Dart with vicious eyes. That is to say, with the growth of age and experience, his temper has improved a lot. If it were him a year or even half a year ago, no matter whether the referee stood in front, the boss's fist would have been hit.

With a peaceful attitude, the referee raised his hand and gave Zhang Dart a second-degree malicious foul and sent him directly out of the court.

"The nose hit, the blood has stopped, and the rest are hard injuries. There should be nothing serious." After checking up and down, Team Doctor Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was not as nervous as before.

Sun Feiying also nodded with relief. For them, this is the best news. In fact, in the hearts of many people, even the championship trophy is far less important than Yan Lingfeng. After all, everyone is still young. This year, he can come back next year. If Yan Lingfeng falls to the end of not being able to take care of himself and walk, it will be a real disaster for them.

"How do you feel?" Team doctor Liu held Yan Lingfeng's arm in his hands, slowly helped him sit up, and asked in a low voice.

"I'm a little dizzy." Yan Lingfeng's eyes are still a little confused, which is also normal, just like drinking. When people who fainted wake up, they will always feel strange about everything around them in a short time.

"What is this?" Team Liu stretched out two fingers and shook it in front of Yan Lingfeng, and the worried expression hung on his face again. It was good and fortunate that Yan Lingfeng's body was not injured, but if his head was damaged, it would not be easy to do.

"This is..." Yan Lingfeng frowned and thought about it, and then his expression suddenly changed, and a strange expression appeared on his face. He pointed to Sun Feiying beside him and replied, "This is him."

"You're only two! Your whole family is two!" Sun Feiying joked with Yan Lingfeng as soon as he woke up. Suddenly, he had a sense of sadness that "I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shined in the ditch". As soon as Yan Lingfeng opened his eyes, he came to tease himself. It was really blind that he was so worried just now.

"What is this?" Team doctor Liu was worried. After all, Yan Lingfeng did not answer his questions directly and raised a finger to ask.

"Three." Yan Lingfeng answered, and then waved his hand and said, "Uncle Liu, I'm fine. Don't worry."

Struggled to stand up, Yan Lingfeng gently rubbed his head, and then walked to the free throw line with cheers all over the field.

Zhang Dart fouled maliciously. After being asked to leave the court by the referee, he was awarded four free throws and one throw.

12 points behind, the opponent still has four free throws and an extra ball, and there are less than 8 minutes left before the end of the game. For Changchun No. 11 Middle School, the possibility of winning this game is very slim. Sun Hu, the head coach standing on the sidelines, had a clear face and a faint trace of disappointment and despair between his eyebrows.

Liu Xiaoyu stood outside the three-point line behind Yan Lingfeng's side. Like Sun Hu, he didn't seem to have enough confidence in this game. The teenager in front of him has been the goal he has been wanting to challenge and eager to win for a long time, but it was not until this moment that he suddenly found that the biggest gap between him and Yan Lingfeng may not be his body, technology and consciousness, but that he does not have the kind of Yan Lingfeng who can ignore for victory. Cut, make every effort. Why did Yan Lingfeng repeatedly get injured and leave the field in the final? Not because he is a "glass man", but because of his hard work, his efforts will make his opponents have a desire to destroy, such as Zhang Dart. Obviously, his purpose is to die together. But unfortunately, he left, but Yan Lingfeng stood up tenaciously.

After all, he just woke up from a state of fainting. After all, the fall just now caused a lot of damage to his body. Yan Lingfeng only seized two of the four free throws. In two of four free throws, the score of the two teams became 64:52, and the lead of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School expanded to 12 points, which is almost a point difference that can no longer be recovered. At least, Sun Zhengping and Zhang Weiping sitting on the broadcast table did not think that Changchun No. 11 Middle School could cheer up again under such circumstances, drum up their fighting spirit, and charge again with bayonets.

"There is no way to return to the sky, and it is also weak." Zhang Weiping sighed regretfully, "Before, Mr. Sun and I have been discussing the emergence of a turning point to break this stalemate, but I believe that no one will think that this opportunity will appear in this way. Through the slow-motion replay, I believe everyone can see clearly that Zhang's foul was completely aimed at people, and there was no problem with the referee's penalty. Moreover, after the game, I will suggest that the organizing committee of the competition impose additional penalties on Zhang Dart, the 14th player of Changchun 11 Middle School. Yes, we do want to see a fierce confrontation, but we don't want to have a confrontation aimed at hurting people at all. Zhang Dart's behavior can't be raised!"

Who is Yan Lingfeng? That is a new generation of Chinese basketball leaders who are unanimously favored by the majority of media fans. Who is Zhang Dart? It's just a Northeast boy with ordinary qualifications and no merits. In fact, it is not surprising that Zhang Weiping belittles Zhang Lingfeng in public. Zhang Dart may feel very wronged, but the world is so unfair. Ass determines the head, and strength determines everything.

Sun Zhengping obviously hesitated for a moment, and the interface echoed: "The growth path of young people will never be smooth, and stumbling is inevitable. I believe that Zhang Dart is not completely going to commit a foul with the purpose of hurting people. I hope this lesson can help him learn lessons that can help him grow up.

As soon as the conversation turned around, Sun Zhengping ended this unpleasant topic and turned his head to ask Zhang Weiping, "Director Zhang, in your opinion, is it still possible for Changchun No. 11 Middle School to achieve a reversal in Changchun 11?"

"It's difficult." Zhang Weiping immediately replied, "At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Changchun No. 11 Middle School showed a counterattack. Whether it was offensive or defensive, they were several levels higher than before, and they were also a little caught off guard in Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School. But the more this time, the more you can see the value of a player. With the lead reduced to 8 points, Yan Lingfeng stepped forward and helped the team stabilize the situation with his strong defense and sharp attack. And Zhang's malicious foul was sent off, which will lay the foundation for the overall situation of the game. Shuiyun No.1 has a lead of 14 points, which is also the biggest difference so far in this game. And there are only 7 and a half minutes left from the game. Even if Changchun No. 11 Middle School can overcome the impact of Zhang Dart's departure, I'm afraid there is not enough time.

While Zhang Weiping was talking, Shuiyun No.1 Middle School seized the opportunity that the members of Changchun Eleven Middle School did not belong to. Sun Feiying cleverly ran back to the basket. After receiving Xu Zhong's high-level direct plug, he added two points to the backhand basket, further narrowing the score difference to 16 points.

Sun Hu didn't want to give up like this. He raised his hand and asked for another pause. In his opinion, 16 points behind was not the end of the world. Although Yan Lingfeng stood up tenaciously, he was soon replaced by Xu Jianye. Sun Hu can't guess whether Yan Lingfeng's injury is enough to continue the game, but as long as Yan Lingfeng is not on the court, he believes that his team still has a chance.

Liu Xiaoyu, who was full of confidence and fighting spirit before, is already full of depression and morale, but it is easy to say but too difficult to do. Zhang Dart raised his elbow and raised his knee. He was happy, but he put the team in great trouble. Although Zhang's bodyguard was all kinds of ** on the inside line most of the time in this game, he still has the power to fight and can form a certain degree of restraint against Xu Zhong. Zhang Wenbo, who replaced him, was not Xu Zhong's opponent at all. The reason why Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School was able to easily tear open its own defense line just now was that Zhang Wenbo could not find a sense of existence in front of Xu Zhong one-on-one. Jiang Jiajie was forced to come forward to defend, so that Sun Feiying found an opportunity to "go through the back door".

Strength is not as good as the opponent, morale is not as good as the opponent, and the fighting spirit is not as good as the opponent. Even if Liu Xiaoyu is unwilling to lose, he has to admit that the chance of winning Changchun No. 11 Middle School is too slim.