Chapter 107: The Victory Battle of Tigers in Yangcheng

"A Yu! Don't fight with them!" Sun Ming's crying voice echoed in his ears, and Yan Yufeng closed his eyes angrily and helplessly.

"A Yu, I'm fine, I'm just bleeding from my mouth. Forget it, it's not worth it!" Sun Ming covered his mouth and screamed, blood flowing out of his fingers.

Yan Yufeng looked back and saw Sun Ming sitting on the ground with a sad face, covering his mouth with both hands and choking: "What should I do if I do this? How can I see my mother when I go back!"

Looking at the miserable situation of his friend, Yan Yufeng's anger rushed up again and started running towards the group of young men who had already walked out of the court.

"Ayu, don't fight. We lost just now, and he bumped into me accidentally. Who told me to defend that ball? Don't fight, don't "``." Sun Ming knew Yan Yufeng's personality well and didn't care about covering his mouth. He got up and ran to Yan Yufeng first, and grabbed his arm with one hand.

There was nowhere to vent his anger. Yan Yufeng could only watch the group of young men leaving, turn around and look at the court under his feet. It once again did not belong to him.

"We can't beat them, so let's forget it. Let's go home. Woooo, my mouth hurts so much!" Sun Ming saw that the group of people finally disappeared from sight, and breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to enlighten Yan Yufeng, but it touched the wound on his lower lip and immediately screamed again.

Yan Yufeng slowly turned around, wiped the blood from Sun Ming’s chin with one hand, and said sadly: “I’m sorry, it’s useless for me. I couldn’t even defend myself, so I would make up for it. Alas`````."

"It's nothing. Let's practice more. In one day, we will be invincible in the world!" Sun Ming couldn't help but comfort him when he saw his good friend blame himself.

Seeing Sun Ming barely cracking his mouth and laughing bitterly, the fire in Yan Yufeng's heart was burning: "Aming, I swear, if anyone dares to hurt you on the court in the future, I will definitely avenge you! Sure!"

"Haha, I remember, but now you can't even beat me, how can you avenge me?" Sun Ming looked at Yan Yufeng with a serious expression, feeling quite moved, but he still did not change his poor words and attacked him again.

"Hmph! We will tie the game with a 55-5 draw, who said that we can't beat you!" Yan Yufeng was angry again, raised his small flat eyebrows, and said unwillingly.

"I'm obviously better than you, but I won't admit it here. "Ouch````````!" Sun Ming wanted to joke with Yan Yufeng, but forgot that he couldn't even break his mouth now.

"Let's go, I'll take you to wash, otherwise it will get inflamed!" Yan Yufeng walked outward, who was only a little shorter than him.

"Oh, it's so miserable. I don't know what to say when I go home. Did you say that I hit the telephone pole again?" Sun Ming said distressedly.

"Stop talking, it's all my fault. I will definitely avenge you after that!" Yan Yufeng swears.

Sun Ming did not listen to Yan Yufeng's words seriously. If he had experienced them carefully, he would definitely feel the affirmation in Yan Yufeng's tone. That kind of firmness would never be short-term, but an eternal promise.

Now, Yan Yufeng was affirming in his heart again. He looked at Che Jin who was slowly bringing the ball, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

There is no friend who can hurt me. If you hurt me, I will let you know what regret means!

Che Jin slowly dribbled the ball over the half, looked at Yan Yufeng who was staring at him with a cold smile on his face and went up to meet him.

What should come, you always come. Yan Yufeng, I won’t be afraid of you!

The dribble crossed the ball under the climax, shaking both shoulders on one side, and Che Jin pulled it to the 45-degree angle on the left, and set off one-on-one with Yan Yufeng!

Yan Yufeng, who bent down, looked at Che Jin who was constantly dribbling balls in front of him, and suddenly stood up unexpectedly, with his right hand hooked, and his face was disdainful.

A ball of fire burned in Che Jin's heart. The ball went from stepping down to his left hand. Che Jin suddenly started, stepped out with his right foot and cut towards the bottom line.

Because he did not make a sliding posture, Che Jin suddenly started, and Yan Yufeng did not achieve the effect of frontal stopping, but this was exactly what Yan Yufeng hoped. He quickly turned sideways, and Yan Yufeng was only half a position behind Che Jin and put them on.

Che Jin accelerated again. He relied on his left foot to push the ground, not only gaining a greater forward speed, but also allowed himself to press against Yan Yufeng's body at an angle of 30 degrees, forcing the other party to slow down.

Whether choosing the direction of the breakthrough or using his physical advantages rationally, Che Jin's breakthrough almost reached his best state. He took a big step forward with his right foot. Feeling that his opponent could not keep up, Che Jin roared and jumped up with one foot.

No one can stop me!

Che Jin roared in his heart. He believed in himself, just as he believed that the sun would eventually rise. This time, he would humiliate Beiyang again!

Looking at the basket above his head, Che Jin raised the basketball with one hand, and there was a feeling of wind blowing in his ears. This feeling is wonderful. Che Jin always likes to pursue, but will you succeed?

"Down!" A loud shout suddenly shook Che Jin's ears like a thunderbolt, and his hands were instantly empty. Che Jin tried to get his own, but could only grab the basket with empty hands and fall down.

The audience exclaimed and cheered, and even the referee Zhang Xiu, who was standing next to him, wanted to shout a beautiful word to shout at the scene just now!

Everyone in the audience saw the wonderful scene just now. Che Jin took the ball and rushed from the bottom line to the basket. The opponent's No. 8 followed closely behind. When the little king Che Jin jumped up, No. 8 also jumped up. Surprisingly, No. 8 did not pounce on Che Jin, but jumped to the basket with all his strength. Without the ball, he jumped like this. Even in the stands, looking down from a downward angle, every audience felt like they were flying.

No. 8 opened his hands, and when his idol Che Jin raised the basketball in his hand, he stuck out his hand.

The beautiful block was covered with a slap from the side, and the audience in the stands behind the basket even saw clearly the swaying of the fiberglass rebound.

This is a stunning beauty, full of fierceness. When No. 8 saw No. 8 holding the ball without stopping, turning around and rushing towards the front court, the audience burst into shouts again.

"I bet, this guy must have skipped the rebound just now. It's so perverted!" An audience member was still savoring, but suddenly heard another full-time call. He looked up and hurriedly, but saw that No. 8, who was still under the basket just now, was now incredibly hanging on the home team's basket.

"What happened just now?" the man shouted, no one answered, all shouting loudly.

Yan Yufeng fell to the ground, not facing the audience, but turned around, looking at Che Jin walking back with expressionless face, and opened his mouth and roared.

Che Jin looked over coldly. His face was full of red, a terrifying bloody spirit. He roared at him, as if he was like a lion, the king of beasts, with a hideous face.

"If you have the ability, you can do it!" Yan Yufeng walked past Che Jin, and said this.

Che Jin's pupils shrank, and he said from Yafeng: "I can do it!"

The opportunity came soon. When Yan Yufeng stood at the center of the three-point line to catch the ball, Che Jin knew that the challenge was coming again.

Yan Yufeng grabbed the ball with one hand, raised his other hand, and gestured left and right. All the players in Beiyang dispersed, and even the big pillars in the inside wanted to walk outside.

My teammates didn't know what to do, and instinctively followed the opponent he wanted to defend. In an instant, Che Jin, who was standing at the free throw line, suddenly felt that the whole world was the only one who was left with him!

Give me a chance? Okay, then come on!

Che Jin took a step forward and looked straight at the opponent in front of him.

Yan Yufeng's expression was still cold. He glanced at Che Jin who was eager to try, and once again hooked Che Jin's index finger with his right hand.

Again, the provocation of contempt!

Che Jin had no impulse and slowly moved forward in broken steps, quickly coming to what he thought was the best defensive area.

Yan Yufeng, who was holding the ball in his left hand, suddenly raised his hand, and a very casual shooting fake move. Che Jin's center of gravity, who was concentrating on his mind, was deceived and raised upwards. So Yan Yufeng moved.

No one saw Yan Yufeng's first step clearly. He was so fast that you thought he was running forward with the ball, but no spectator would instinctively think like this in his mind, because the coherent movement of No. 8 was so elegant.

Zhang Xiu thought so too. His eyes were staring at the two guys. He knew very well that at this moment, his attention was undoubtedly all in the duel between the two of them!

Che Jin moved, and his reaction was as fast as lightning. He turned sideways, moved sideways, slids, reached out and stuck his waist. All the movements were done in one go. When he touched Yan Yufeng's jersey, he understood that the opportunity had come.

Yan Yufeng's breakthrough has always been the most eye-catching focus on the Beiyang training ground. The length of his first step is unimaginable, but the second step can be transformed from one acceleration to the second acceleration at such a rapid speed. The destructiveness achieved by the synthesis of two speeds can already be said to have the momentum of destroying cities and villages.

The jersey that Che Jingang touched disappeared. Although he had been fucking against each other many times, Che Jin still felt trembling and weak. His brain quickly responded, abandoning the defensive route just now, and Che Jinxiu turned around and strode straight to the basket.

I know what you are going to do!

Che Jin thought angrily.

When Yan Yufeng stepped on the white line that was standard inside, he understood that the time was coming!

He jumped up and Yan Yufeng raised the basketball in his hand with both hands, and jumped like a basket with the rebound at an angle of just 45 degrees.

Che Jin jumped up in charge and leaned forward with his hands. He wanted Yan Yufeng to understand what it means to fight against tooth!

It is surprisingly similar. The scene at this moment is exactly the same as Yan Yufeng's cover-up Che Jin just now, except that one is one with one hand and the other with two hands.

Hua Junqing couldn't help but take a step forward, looking at the current scene with his eyes tightly. He knew Che Jin's air stagnation power, and he also knew the power of this No. 8, but he still hoped that Che Jin's battle of revenge!

His hand had already sealed the ball. Che Jin roared and pressed it hard. The ball suddenly disappeared, disappeared out of thin air, and disappeared like a ghost in Che Jin's sight.

Zhang Xiu could no longer hold it back and let out a light sound. Now, only he could see the brilliant attack of No. 8.

With both hands swirling the ball from the top of his head to the waist, then back in front of his chest, completely avoiding the enemy who came. When he saw the ball again, it had already appeared on the other side of the basket.

An unparalleled small spiral hook layup in the air was so wonderful that Zhang Xiu's heart, who had been a referee for twenty years, stopped beating brightly for this.

Che Jin slapped his hands hard on the rebound, but the ball had already fallen into the basket and fell towards the white net.

Che Jin's heart was also falling.

He understood that he lost again!

Turning around and looking, the floating number 8 was dazzlingly showing off its strength in his eyes. Che Jin looked up at the ceiling with a dizzy head.

Let's see you next time!

Yan Yufeng turned around and looked at Che Jin.

His face still looked like that. Haven’t you been knocked down yet? Well, let’s continue playing!

Yan Yufeng chuckled in his heart.

The third section is shocking, with no tactics to talk about, but it makes every audience present unable to control their throats.

The two teenagers were in a showdown for their grudges and dignity, as if God had begun to be attracted by this place, and the loud cheers and silent breathing were terrifyingly blending.

The audience shouted for every exciting goal, but in the first few seconds of each showdown, they were willing to shut their mouths.

Everyone was watching like a devil. Even Hua Jun and Shang Lin, the two coaches were standing there, watching silently the game that had long become gladiators.

This is a bit crazy, it is surprising to others, it is not allowed by modern basketball, it is even desecrating the sport of basketball, but it does happen, and it happens in the third quarter of the final battle between Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School and Beiyang No. 1 Middle School.

A brilliant festival!

No one went to help, nor did they make trouble. Those who should pass the ball and those who should walk away, the eight people on the field were so uncontrollable but naturally fulfilled their obligations.

Watching each other's souls fight, is there anything in this world that is more heartbreaking than this?

The answer is no.

So, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School and Beiyang No. 12 Middle School handed over their victory to the most dazzling person in their hearts!

Che Jin!

Yan Yufeng!
To be continued...