Yan Yufeng looked up at the sky and breathed out a long sigh.

For victory and to advance to Shanghai, please let me forget all the sadness in my heart, let this victory be my comfort!

The ball was sent out by Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, and Huang Yan dribbled quickly. Next to him, Che Jin and Lin Yi were on both sides.

The three of them were always in a triangular formation like CS's anti-terrorism team. Shang Lin immediately frowned and stood on the sidelines to direct loudly: "Retreat and keep it high-end!"

At this time, before Shang Lin could finish his speech, Huang Yan suddenly inserted into the right arc of the three-point line.

Zhai Yong shouted loudly and blocked the way. Ye Changfeng, who was beside him, also came over. At this time, Lin Yi and Che Jin, who were slowly pressing behind Huangyan, suddenly accelerated and rushed in from the left and right sides like two long knives.

At this time, the ball in Huang Yan's hand was a low hand, almost handing it to Lin Yi who had just passed by him.

Ye Changfeng, who was on the side defense, could not react at all, and Lin Yi had already gotten rid of him and rushed into the basket at high speed. He could only shout loudly: "Xiang Jie!"

"Scream!" Xiang Jie finally made up from the right bottom side, and bravely blocked Lin Yi in the three-second zone.

Lin Yi turned around, jumped up, held the basketball high with both hands, then glanced at him, and once again pushed the ball in his hand to the left.

Shang Lin, who was really looking, blurted out and exhaled.

A pair of hands caught the ball like lightning. Before the ball was reached, the person had already rushed forward. The speed was so fast and the flexibility was so fast that no one on the field could see clearly.

In the small half, there were ten people big and small, while Che Jin was swaying like a fish in the rapids. His three-step layup posture made the bottom line reporter shout out immediately.

This was a huge swordfish. He was sharp and fast, and completely dodged everyone away in the moment. In front of Han Dazhu who had not yet responded, he jumped out proudly, allowing all the audience to see his straight and one-handed tucked with strength and beauty.

"Scream!" Che Jin roared excitedly when he felt his hand touching the cold basket.

Arrogantly landed on the ground, Che Jin yelled loudly at a camera, and his ferocious face almost made the audience in front of the TV excited.

"So beautiful!" Even Shang Lin had to cheer for this cooperation.

This opponent really surprised me. Shang Lin turned his head and looked at Hua Jun in the distance.

Hua Jun was still as calm as a rock, standing there with his hands behind his back, but Che Jin, who walked to his side, nodded slightly.

Che Jin laughed and returned to his position, everything would return to my control.

Come on, No. 8, let me see how big you are.

Bent down, Che Jin grinned like a wolf, and looked at Yan Yufeng who was gradually approaching with sharp eyes.

It was still Zhai Yong who controlled the ball, and Yan Yufeng just took a quick step to the 45-degree three-point line arc on the right.

Huang Yan rushed over, Zhai Yong flashed and ran in the direction of Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng stood there, waiting for Zhai Yong to dodge, turned sideways, held his hands in his chest, blocking Huang Yan who was chasing him.

Huang Yan didn't stop, so he turned around and chased after him again.

"Idiot!" Che Jin cursed and chased after Yan Yufeng in reverse.

The ball was half-hanged from Zhai Yong's hand. Yan Yufeng looked at it for a moment and caught it. At this time, due to Zhai Yong's attraction, there was no one in front of him. Yan Yufeng could not hesitate and got up and threw it.

As if it came out of thin air, Lin Yi actually jumped up sideways when Yan Yufeng jumped up and tried his best to block it.

A trace of disdain flashed in Yan Yufeng's eyes, as if he had not seen a big hand in his eyes, and he pushed it out at his own pace.

"brush!"

The ball shot into the net hard and made a crisp sound.

25 to 20, Beiyang still led by 5 points.

Hua Jun waved to Huang Yan and said, "Don't panic, see the target clearly and then selectively defend. Do you understand?"

Huang Yan nodded, turned around and ran towards the front court.

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School rushed over again.

Taking over the previous set, Che Jin, Lin Yi and Tian Guang were pressed together again.

Shang Lin frowned. This style of play is really strange. It seems very simple to use the number of people to intersperse and break through. However, it requires a good understanding of each other. If there is another kind of change now, then Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School will definitely be a team that cooperates with Zhishan and short-term cooperation.

Che Jin took the ball and suddenly accelerated under the cover of two teammates. The speed made Yan Yufeng throw away again, but because there were too many local people, throwing away was only a very short temporary nature, and Che Jin was immediately blocked by Xiang Jie.

A figure passed by Xiang Jie, and Xiang Jie almost saw the disdain on the face of No. 21 facing each other.

The ball in his hand disappeared, and Lin Yi passed by.

The ball passed through Xiang Jie's waist in front of him, as if he was air.

Due to Xiang Jie's rash attack, the empty goal under the basket was wide open, and Lin Yi easily sent the ball into the basket with a low hand. At this time, Han Dazhu had already been attracted by the opponent's Wang Zhen to the other side outside the three-second zone.

Che Jin once again made a laugh that made Beiyang No. 12 Middle School feel extremely harsh.

Shang Lin's expression finally calmed down.

As expected, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School has a very terrible tacit understanding in the cooperation between short passes and connections.

We must come up with a countermeasure immediately. Of course, the other party will not always use this trick. So, what other tricks do you have?

Shang Lin suddenly calmed down because he had a decision in his heart.

Let the second section let me see clearly how many changes have occurred in your Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School!

"Pull it up and try to open the position." Shang Lin ordered Zhai Yong.

"Last year, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School had very few cooperations, and they didn't score many times. Unexpectedly, they improved so much in a year!" Lu Di sighed.

"That head coach is good at it!" Hu Weidong nodded. His attention is now divided into two halves. That No. 21 really surprised himself.

Such a player will become a potential threatening opponent for Nangang in the CBA in time.

Fortunately, we have Yan Yufeng and Lu Di. Thinking of this, Hu Weidong's determination became even greater. He recruited Yan Yufeng into the team and formed a super backcourt with Lu Di. With Hu Xuefeng and Tang Zhendong, the glorious moment of dominating the CBA is no longer far away.

Thinking of this, even if Hu Weidong is so old, he will almost laugh out loud.

Lu Di immediately noticed it and said strangely: "Uncle Hu, why are you laughing at?"

Hu Weidong smiled faintly, but he still asked impulsively: "If you are in the same team as Yan Yufeng, do you hope this?"

"What? A team, what do you mean is `````````?" Lu Di shouted.

Hu Weidong had obviously seen Lu Di's surprise and waved his hand with a smile: "Everything is just an idea, let's watch the game now!"

Lu Di nodded repeatedly, looking at Yan Yufeng on the field, his heart suddenly became much wider. If he could be with this kid, how wonderful this world would be!

Yan Yufeng was a little anxious in the game, and his second attacks came back in vain. Ye Changfeng was entangled and had no advantage in the inside. Dazhu and Xiang Jie could not receive the ball at all. The ball could only be passed between Zhai Yong in his own hands. Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School seemed to hope to see such a situation. Yan Yufeng needed almost no difficulty in getting the ball, but Che Jin's defense began to make him feel a huge pressure.

This guy has many tricks and he can't get the ball into the inside. In response to his performance in the first quarter, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School's defense has become much more stringent. He has no other chance except to take action from the outside.

On the offense, Yan Yufeng's heart was getting colder and colder. This No. 21 accelerated very quickly, and moved horizontally and dodged like a swimming fish in the water, relaxed and relaxed.

"Retreat!" The ball was shot from Yan Yufeng's hand again, but because of the distance, Che Jin's judgment and correct jumping, Yan Yufeng knew that the ball would definitely not be able to enter the ball, and when he landed, he roared and rushed back.

Sure enough, the ball fell on the basket and bounced down. Lin Yi immediately took it into his hand. Then he didn't stop at all and threw it hard to the frontcourt.

"Damn it!" Yan Yufeng cursed, but another doubt flashed through his heart.

Who can get such a ball speed? Unless there is a super 100-meter speed player in their team.

A number flashed through his mind. Yan Yufeng was shocked and hurriedly raised his eyes to find the past. A blue figure rushed to the basket from the bottom line on the other side at high speed.

With a angrily shout, Yan Yufeng twisted his body and rushed over.

The audience in the stands shouted loudly because they clearly saw that their No. 8 and the other party's arrows were in a speed competition in this short stadium of more than 20 meters.

At the rest seat of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, all the players stood up and stared at the stadium with wide eyes.

They believe in Yan Yufeng's speed, and the players from Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School on the other side also believe in the speed of their opponents.

Che Jin glanced at Yan Yufeng rushing towards him, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face.

Do you know why anyone called me the Overlord Gun?

If a gun wants to kill someone, then speed is the first factor, and I, Che Jin, let me see my speed of twenty meters!

Che Jin looked at the basketball that had already begun to fall again, shouted loudly, exerted force with both feet, and accelerated again.

Yan Yufeng didn't care about so much. Although he was the first to return to defense, the speed of No. 21 was really terrible. He could catch up with him. Thinking of this, Yan Yufeng's fighting spirit burned again, and he shouted loudly and rushed forward with all his strength.

The ball was in the air, and two figures were actually racing against it, and they were racing against the other side. The end was to watch who the ball fell.

The expected absolute field actually began in a race.

When they really ran from the heart and went all out, the wind was their companion, and the eyes and loud shouts of more than 10,000 viewers in the audience became their best items to be decorated.

"I won't let you succeed!"

Yan Yufeng was screaming in his heart.

Che Jin had already begun to poke his hand out. He had accurately grasped the final landing point of the ball. His smile was on his face. He would definitely end the fast break with an extremely exciting dunk.

Look! Poor No. 8, I want you to know what the real overlord gun is.

"Ah!" Seeing that the pursuit was powerless, Yan Yufeng finally roared helplessly.

Che Jin finally received the ball, and followed the inertia and threw Yan Yufeng behind. Then, he took two steps forward and jumped up step by step. The height was no less than the one that Yan Yufeng threw and caught in the first quarter.

The most surprising thing is that Che Jin actually had a wheel arm windmill. The rough style and the speed of leaping made the wheel arm windmill extremely tense.

"Huh!" The audience burst into an involuntary scream, and even the commentator on the scene started to scream.
To be continued...