Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

Chapter 95: The Angry Che Jin of Absolute Field

"A Jin, why do you hide your speed? Also, why do you rarely shoot three-pointers in the game by being accurate? You are so physically strong that you can run a marathon, but why do you always play only twenty minutes in the game?" Tian Guang asked in confusion.

Che Jin's face was covered in sweat but not a trace of fatigue showed a smile: "These opponents don't need me to do my best like this!"

"Then, who can make you do your best in the country?" Tian Guang showed his admiring gaze and asked impatiently.

"Even Lu Di, I have the confidence to defeat him now. In my heart, only Shan Yu is my real opponent!"

"Shan Yu, who has dominated the South District with his own strength, fought against NB teams like Chenyang No. 30 Middle School in the North District and Beijing No. 42 Middle School in Beijing for three years and only suffered a little disadvantage?" Tian Guang was stunned.

"Well, Shan Yu is too incompetent. His style of playing is really good at dealing with the teams in the South District. However, the teams that deal with the North District rely entirely on their height, body, and skills and tactics are completely unstoppable! For three years, our South District has been under the North District. Now, we should have turned over! Let me, Che Jin, challenge these experts in the North District!" Che Jin was disdainful at first, but later he became more and more excited, and his hands were dancing.

"We will!" Tian Guang shouted.

"Well, because we are the strongest, most powerful and most invincible team!" Che Jin tightened his hands firmly.

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The scenes of the past were vivid in front of me now. Che Jin, who was sitting dejectedly on the rest seat, suddenly became energetic, turned his head to look at the coach, and said in a deep voice: "Coach, I think I'm fine!"

Hua Jun looked at his disciple in surprise. His expression now was no longer the frustration he had when he just ended, but the Che Jin who had completely returned to his former passion.

By six minutes in the first quarter, the crazy No. 8 had already rushed forward and backward, without any idea of ​​shooting. They were all forced to break through the basket, forced layup to make a foul, scoring 9 points in a row, and causing Che Jin to make two fouls.

It was entirely because of the first quarter of the 8th that Beiyang No. 12 Middle School had already widened the score to 17 to 8 amid the shouts of more than 10,000 spectators in the audience.

Behind by 9 points, Hua Jun decisively requested the first timeout. Amid the cheers of the audience, Hua Jun immediately changed the formation and sent another second center forward, Ma Guan, to strengthen the inside line, and suppress No. 8's crazy inside line play.

Regarding Che Jin, Hua Jun said one thing: Think about how to fight yourself!

Lin Yi began to play his role as the second scoring point, which also allowed the whole game to see what power forward is so powerful.

Although Xiang Jie tried his best to defend and his teammates helped him defend, Lin Yi still scored six points with his outstanding half-basket hook, completely biting Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Xiang Jie once again reluctantly leaned against the No. 7 and jumped up sideways, gently hooked his right hand and sent the ball into the basket again. Standing there, he suddenly heard a whistle. Xiang Jie looked up in confusion, and then realized that the head coach also sounded the first timeout of the team.

Sitting in the rest seat, no one went to blame Xiang Jie. Anyone would be helpless if they scored like this, but if this continued, it would be completely impossible.

"That No. 33 is like a boot-slinging ghost. He will follow him wherever I go. I can't get the ball at all!" Ye Changfeng said angrily. Ye Changfeng, who had just tried to pass the ball and run back and forth, was almost cut off. If it weren't for Xiang Jie's sharp eyes, the ball would have to be taken away by the opponent and a fast attack. But because of wasting time to save the ball, a 24-second violation was born in such a depressed manner.

The big pillar is completely a resistance level. The opponent's oppressive style of playing the ball forces him to spend all his strength on defense, and in offense, it can only be a decorative function.

Zhai Yong can only pass the ball, and it is impossible to score. Xiang Jie is even more in the inside and is unable to make the situation come true. Now, Yan Yufeng can only save the team again.

Only at this point did Yan Yufeng seem to have completely won the opponent's legendary first-class expert Che Jin, and caused him to commit two fouls. This was a big victory and the only thing that the team had some comfort.

But Shang Lin felt dissatisfied and very dissatisfied.

"Yufeng! Why do you, as a small forward, not assist in defense when Xiang Jie defends?" Shang Lin asked loudly.

Yan Yufeng, who had been silent, raised his head and looked at Shang Lin, but still said nothing.

"Your offense is too single and stupid! I don't allow you to do it alone like this. If a team can only have 4 people to defend, then this team is not a complete team. If you miss me, please go! Gaoyuan, you go!" Shang Lin Seli said.

Stupid? This word is not a good thing. Ye Changfeng's face was even full of anger.

Yan Yufeng, as the person involved, still didn't say anything, just buried his head deeply.

"You don't want to go on stage, think about it yourself!" Shang Lin said mercilessly.

The whole team suddenly had a sensation and a buzzing sound also sounded. However, amid the shocking shouts of the audience, Shang Lin seemed to have heard anything, and continued to assign tasks: "Xiang Jie, you have to pull to the outside line, the night is long, and it is not advisable to have a single running position. You should find a way to find an opportunity to get rid of the opponent from the cracks, and run back and forth across the two arcs.

Dazhu, hold the other party to death. Just now, you did a good job and keep going!

Gaoyuan, your task is to organize the scoring and assist in defending the opponent's No. 7, free Zhai Yong, and let him be the second scoring point of the team! Zhai Yong!" Shang Lin shouted loudly.

"Here!" Zhai Yong stood up straight.

"Your three-pointers are good. Look for a space and shoot three-pointers desperately. Whether you enter or not, you have to let the other party know your threat. The more threatening the other party thinks, the more successful your mission will be completed. Do you know what I said?"

"I'm clear!" Zhai Yong replied excitedly. Unexpectedly, he could start and take on the heavy responsibility of scoring in such a game. This was not something he could think of.

"Well, come on the court! Remember, don't fight against the opponent, you have to work hard on defense. No matter how good the offense is, it is useless to not defend. This will only waste your energy!" Shang Lin reminded and waved his hand to order the players to play.

Gao Yuan looked at Yan Yufeng who was invincible and sighed, wanting to say something, but heard the referee's whistle, so he had to go on the court helplessly.

Yan Yufeng sat on the bench with an expressionless face. Shang Lin's words just now seemed to be pricked in his heart, making him feel chilled.

A towel suddenly appeared in front of him. He raised his head, but saw Shang Lin sitting next to him. He said lightly: "Wipe your face first."

Yan Yufeng took the towel silently and wiped it randomly on his face.

"It is a good thing to win, and it is also a good thing to score points. It is even better to be able to put the opponent's core under your feet, but do you know why I call you stupid? Don't let you play?" Shang Lin looked at the changes in the stadium, but said gently to the silent Yan Yufeng next to him.

Yan Yufeng shook his head. He was surprised that he was not angry with the coach. He just felt that after half a quarter, he seemed to be tired. After venting his anger, after the opponent left the game on the 21st, he felt that he had no goal for the game.

"If a player plays with a whim, if a team fights with anger, how long do you think they will last? One quarter, Two quarter, or the whole game?" Shang Lin continued to say slowly. He knew very well what happened. What he had to do now is to calm down his No. 8, just like the coach of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School not far away, what the two need most now is not to recover or widen the score, but to face each other's biggest ace, so that their irritable fighting spirit can be calmed down and returned to their position.

This is the most important thing, the game is still long, and the decisive battle is not here.

"Your mentality is very unstable. Although you are scoring, do you think such a scoring is the most beautiful one? Or are you thinking that such a scoring is the best way to vent myself and numb myself! Yan Yufeng, answer me!" Shang Lin was still saying calmly, but Yan Yufeng was already trembling.

"I`````````````." Yan Yufeng finally spoke, but could only say the word "I".

"You are very calm on the stadium and know very well how to win the game. You don't need anyone to tell me about this. I can see it from the video." Shang Lin continued, then suddenly clapped his palms, and saw Zhai Yong running from afar, excitedly raising his right hand towards here.

Zhai Yong finally made a three-pointer. Although this happened after the second move, it didn't matter. At least, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School had to start to examine its own defensive focus.

Shang Lin smiled and looked at Yan Yufeng on the stadium without turning his eyes, saying, "Actually, every player here has his own abilities and characteristics. They are a group of people who are combined together and will be very powerful and terrifying players!"

Yan Yufeng nodded involuntarily, then suddenly thought of something and thought deeply.

Shang Lin continued: "Actually, I don't need to say anything anymore. A truly great player or someone with great player potential should know what to do now."

Yan Yufeng's whole body was shocked and he raised his head to look at Shang Lin smiling.

"I'm very sorry, I thought about it all night yesterday and finally realized that this player riot is not your fault. I have a share. Gao Yuan is right. I am indeed very confused about your usage. Although I haven't found the best way to use you yet, I think that in the current game, you should completely let go of your heart, lead your teammates who love you to fight, and win the victory you can get, and then take me with you and advance into Shanghai." Shang Lin said with a smile, especially when he said the last sentence, the humorous language made Yan Yufeng almost smile.

But Yan Yufeng's mood is starting to get hot. Unexpectedly, the coach can admit his mistakes. Although in his opinion, the coach is not wrong, Yan Yufeng also felt moved in his heart when he saw a coach, a coach whom he admires so much.

Just like when he was not on the school team at that time, Coach Wang Xuechao admitted his mistakes, the simple Yan Yufeng immediately put aside all his indifference and showed his innocent side.

"Coach, I'm wrong!" Yan Yufeng apologized as soon as he spoke.

Shang Lin waved his hand and said, "Why are you still saying this now? Sitting here and restoring your strength well, and then wait until the second quarter to have a duel with that No. 21!"

"Why is it the second quarter?" Yan Yufeng looked up at the scoreboard - 21 to 16. There was less than a minute left in the first quarter and he was stunned.

"Time flies so fast. Gaoyuan and the others resisted the attack of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School. Look, they still played so beautifully without you. Think about it, why are your appearance, scores and scenes still the same as they are now? Can't there be a qualitative change like mathematics, 1+1=2?" Shang Lin looked at Yan Yufeng, his eyes showing the brilliance of wisdom.

Yan Yufeng was stunned. The coach said just now, if the ancient bell was like the early morning bell, it would suddenly ring his heart.

Can't qualitative changes occur in 1+1=2 like mathematics?

The coach's words rang in his ears again and again. Suddenly, he felt someone patting his shoulder, looking at the smiling coach, and listened: "This is a problem that bothers every basketball coach, because it is not only a single thing for players to integrate into the team themselves, but also the coach's tactics and many factors.

I'm guessing that maybe a hurricane will become the solution to this problem, so, Yan Yufeng, are you willing to crack it?"

"Yes!" Yan Yufeng replied excitedly.

"Okay, wait for the second quarter to arrive. I think the second quarter should be the time to realize the hurricane plan!" Shang Lin laughed and patted Yan Yufeng on the shoulder, but a sharp murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"The opponent's No. 21, I think he was just shocked by you for a moment. He hasn't used all his time to do it. Be careful with him. Wait, you don't need to defend him, let him come to you by yourself!" Shang Lin said something that made Yan Yufeng stunned for a long time.

"What? I won't be on guard against him?" Yan Yufeng was puzzled.

"This is called "top horses against the lower horses, eat the opponent's No. 11 and let Changfeng push it. As long as we guard against half of the ball, we will win!" Shang Lin said.

"No problem, I have 80% confidence in eating that No. 11!" Yan Yufeng flashed a murderous aura.

"That's to say, eight goals were scored in 10 goals!" Shang Lin laughed.

"There are 4 free throws left!" Yan Yufeng's face showed strong confidence again.

"Crazy can make everyone feel scared, but madness cannot defeat people who really desire victory. You have to know this. You were holding your breath just now, but your anger was dissipated. What did you use to face the enemy?"

Yan Yufeng lowered his head and listened, suddenly smiled and said, "Coach, I understand!"

Wang Xuechao, who was far away, looked at Shang Lin and Yan Yufeng sitting there chatting in fear. When he saw Yan Yufeng's face gradually slowing down and smiling, his heart, which was raised in his throat, finally let go, and he clenched his fists with Shi Guang with joy on each other.

If a game can change Yan Yufeng back, that is the best. If you can win again, then there is nothing more happy and perfect in this world than this.

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When the whistle sounded in the second quarter, Che Jin was like a hungry tiger with his head blowing out, and then he jumped into the field first, then held his head up and looked at the rest seat in Beiyang.

The scoreboard hanging high on his head seemed to be hanging there without a trace of oppression, 23 to 18.

What is this 5-point gap?

Yan Yufeng slowly stood up, moved his neck slightly, and then stepped into the field. He did not look at the fiercely eyed Che Jin. Although he could feel his murderous eyes, what's wrong? He saw many wolf, tiger, jackal and leopard on the field. He came, killed one, and killed one, and killed one.

Yan Yufeng looked at the rest seat again, Shang Lin, who was standing there, raised three fingers high, and then clenched his fists hard, which was a signal to launch a hurricane attack.

Yan Yufeng couldn't help but remember the advice Shang Lin had arranged after the first section.

"The goal of the Hurricane is to control the backcourt rebounds. Xiang Jie and Dazhu must hold the rebounds tightly. Yan Yufeng and Ye Changfeng, you must sit until the two arrows fly together. After Zhai Yong makes up, he is ready to attack outside the three-point line at any time.

Remember, run for me, do a running route, and make Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School unable to see your figure clearly. All you have left for them is the only serve again and again."

Coach, you said it very well, so please appreciate what a hurricane is!
To be continued...