Chapter 114 The Longest Fighting Lion Stolen

"Hello everyone, I am Jiang Bo. Now I'm broadcasting the southern final of the National Nike Cup Men's Basketball High School League. The basketball team of both sides is Nanyang Model Middle School, and the basketball team from Jiangsu Beiyang No. 12 Middle School!" Jiang Bo, who was sitting in the sports live broadcast room of Shanghai Oriental TV Station, said skillfully.

Jiang Bo is still happy that he is going to broadcast this game himself. After all, he is a newcomer and can take advantage of this opportunity to let more people recognize him using the TV. However, what makes him slightly dissatisfied is that the weight of this game is really light. Based on the current ratings, it can be seen that Shanghai is only 6.32 local, and even fewer people from other places are there.

However, despite his disappointment, Jiang Bo was determined to play his role well. He turned to the guest sitting next to him, Li Yao, the editor-in-chief of Oriental Daily Sports Channel, and said: "Teacher Li, do you have any opinions on this game that is about to start?"

Li Yao calmed down and was not willing to be a guest this time. It should be said that because of a certain relationship, someone came to serve as a supporter, but the target was not Nanyang Model Middle School, but its opponent, an unknown team, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

However, thanks to the temporary tutoring these days, he still has a certain understanding of this team. He knows what he should say. After Jiang Bo finished speaking, Li Yao took over and said: "These two teams have different characteristics. Nanyang relies on the outstanding performance of each point, but Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, which wins the game by relying on the role of star players. The reason why this team emerged in this year's Nike Cup is also due to the excellent individual scoring ability of their team, Yan Yufeng, the core player of their team, has achieved the current results. So, in my opinion, if Yan Yufeng performs well, Nanyang will be in trouble, but if it is suppressed by Nanyang, then Beiyang will be in danger!"

"Well! Yan Yufeng, No. 8, I have also read some of his information. He is indeed a very excellent scorer. He plays as a small forward. He scores 20 in every game, and he performs extremely well in other aspects. Of course, we cannot forget how powerful Dan Yu is in the South District MVP, which has been two years old." Jiang Bo talked endlessly and said quickly.

"Neither team has an inside line, just scoring on the outside line, so it can be said that this is definitely a wonderful battle!" Jiang Bo said at the end, not forgetting his own career and added another sentence.

Just as the two were sitting in the live broadcast room chatting, the first climax of the Luwan Stadium also came because the two teams had already started to play and carry out some pre-match preparation activities.

"Here! The two teams are warming up on the court!" Zhang Meng, who was sitting a little bored, touched Liu Xiaoyu who was already lying on the dozing spot and told him.

"Oh! Is that true?" Liu Xiaoyu supported the chair with both hands, sat up a little straight, and said lazily as he looked at the black and blue who were on the stage.

"Sure enough, the height of the South District is still this level, haha!" Jin Dazhi next to him said in a mocking tone.

"Well, the southern team relies on the cooperation between the groups and the accuracy of the outside line. This is their characteristic!" Zhang added, not knowing whether he was against the ambition or making a fuss next to him.

Liu Xiaoyu looked at Dan Yu who was shooting on the court. He still looked the same. In fact, he admired him very much. He had a good sense of ball, an amazing shooting rate, and was the only one in the running position. If it weren't for the overall height difference, Nanyang would have been quite difficult to play.

But basketball is so cruel. Technology alone does not mean anything. Having height and skills is the king.

When Liu Xiaoyu thought of this, he couldn't help but look at the opposite side again. The guys from Beijing 42 Middle School sitting in the stand opposite were laughing and wondering what they were saying. Liu Xiaoyu also saw his biggest opponent Han Shuo, as if he was kneading melon seeds. He couldn't help but sneer, thinking: It's so leisurely, and turned around and said to Zhang Meng: "Mengzi, go buy some melon seeds!"

"How can I knock it?" Zhang Meng said suspiciously.

"Why can't you? Just throw it in the bag after knocking it? Go quickly, I'll wait for you here!" Liu Xiaoyu urged angrily.

"Are you wrong?" Zhang Meng stood up and muttered in his heart: Didn't Yuzi rarely knock melon seeds? Why did he knock melon seeds again today?

"Han Shuo, guess what the score is today?" Ge Hui stopped joking with his teammates, suddenly turned around and asked Han Shuo who was kneading melon seeds.

"Anyway, it should be not low. The Southern team is not good at defending, so they just let go and play, and the scores rise quickly!" Han Shuo said casually without thinking.

"Guess who wins!" Ge Hui asked again.

"Nanyang! Shan Yu is not bad. Although he has never fought with him, what Liu Xiaoyu can think of should be fine!" Han Shuo replied indifferently.

"Oh, how much do you think you can get the highest score?" Ge Hui asked again.

Han Shuo was a little impatient and said, "Why do you have so many problems today?"

Ge Hui was a little embarrassed and said, "We are making a bet and predicting the result today. If you lose, please invite everyone to have a midnight snack tonight!"

"Oh, then you can write as I said! Just remember one of my servings tonight!" Han Shuo continued to knock on the melon seeds, and casually ordered.

Both sides were practicing the ball, and the natt cheerleaders and his team sat quietly on the back of the basket, accustomed to watching the players warming up the court naturally.

Yilin was touched by his good sister Huaiyin, "Yilin, have you seen it? I found that there are many handsome guys in this team!"

Yilin smiled. They often talked about the side of the court that a certain player is handsome and a certain player is good at playing basketball. Of course, everyone's standards are different. Yilin thinks that no matter how handsome a player is, but not good at playing basketball, it is equivalent to being a coach. But if he plays well and is handsome, he has never seen him before. Even if he sees him, he may not be too old. He is no longer called handsome, he should be called an old man!

"Here, that number 15, with long hair and good skin, which makes me jealous!" Huaiyin held her chest with both hands and shouted exaggeratedly.

Yilin laughed and scolded: "You slutty man, I want the old cow to eat tender grass!"

"What, I'm only 21 years old, I'm sure it's clear! Miss is now young and beautiful!" Huaiyin didn't want to do it anymore.

"But you have to know that everyone on the court is sixteen or seventeen years old!" Yilin said with a wicked smile.

"Tsk!" Huaiyin stopped talking about topics like this, but now this event is their first time, and they are all facing high school students, so it is a bit over the topic of this.

Yilin looked at a young man with dark skin and strong face. As soon as they entered the court and warmed up on the court, he paid attention. His short eyebrows and sharp nose that were slightly taller than ordinary people impressed me a lot.

He was slowly shooting the basket and said a few words to his teammates from time to time. Although he couldn't hear what he was saying, Yilin could feel that he was reminding others that he was raising his hands and was domineering in it.

Yilin was a little surprised. He rarely saw such temperaments and characters. In his impression, even in CBA, he had never seen such obvious momentum.

The boy's eyes were full of spirit, and he looked at each other clearly, and he didn't dare to look at each other.

It's really incredible! Irin thought in her heart.

"Dou!" Wang Jian, the referee of this game, attacked both sides and signaled the two teams to stop warming up, and the game was about to begin.

Yan Yufeng clapped his hands, everyone gathered on the bench.

Shang Lin stood up and looked at everyone gathered beside him quietly. He looked at more than a dozen eyes, and a sense of pride rose in his heart. He lowered his throat and said calmly: "Yufeng, Changfeng, Shangzhi, Xiang Jie, Dazhu, you five starters, defend in the 32 area, first!"

Following his instructions, everyone nodded. If they walked to the court together, Yan Yufeng stretched out his hand, and then everyone's hand reached over and pressed on his hand.

Yan Yufeng waited until everyone's hands were folded. From the team that raised their heads and swept over the heads, his expression suddenly became cold and solemn. He asked in a low voice: "What are we?"

"We are Warriors!"

"What are we going to do?" Yan Yufeng's voice started to rip off.

"Fight!" The whole team began to yell.

"What do we want?" Yan Yufeng asked loudly.

"victory!"

"One, two, three, never win!" The whole team roared in unison. This voice not only shocked the people on the side of the court, but also louder in the stands in the entire museum! Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, with their unique opening remarks, began to let others know the unique charm of this team for the first time.

Shan Yu looked back in surprise and looked at the group of people who suddenly became murderous. They were still silent just now. Suddenly, they were as shocking as soldiers who survived on the battlefield.

Yilin and others were also startled by the cheerleaders. Yilin looked at the black team. The feeling they gave themselves was like wild beasts. Maybe they were still lambs just now, but now they have become extremely ferocious.

In the stands, Liu Xiaoyu was also shocked and suddenly heard Zhang Meng despise him: "sb!" Before he could react, there was a burst of shouts on the east floor of the stands, followed by shouts from the audience.

Han Shuo clearly heard the shouts of sudden sound - Beiyang Invincible, Invincible Beiyang! He wanted to laugh at these eight words, but he didn't laugh out loud, because his heart seemed to be knocked down and never encountered a scene before, and it began like this.

Yan Yufeng and others stood in the center of the stadium, standing in the formation of jumping the ball. Yan Yufeng did not stand inside, but stood alone on the side near the center line of the half-field, jumping gently, moving his hands and feet joints. The shouts in the stands suddenly became clear.

"Yu Peak, Yu Peak, Yu Peak`````````````````."

The staggered shouts began to become consistent, and therefore became louder and louder. Listening to the shouting with a slightly Beiyang accent, Yan Yufeng learned the origin of the caller.

But his face still did not change, and he maintained a calm expression, which made everyone who knew him and who knew who was shouting in the stands couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Shang Lin looked at Yan Yufeng standing there waiting for the ball to jump, looking at his back, he could imagine that his expression was so firm, and suddenly thought with relief in his heart: Yan Yufeng, you are beginning to mature.

There was a little noisy in the stands, and the local audience was a little confused. If it weren't for the live TV station, who had blocked the sounds at the scene as usual, I'm afraid the audience in front of the TV would be a little surprised.

Liu Xiaoyu listened to the audience's voice and felt incredible. Why had the game not started yet, but someone started shouting? This momentum seemed to be worshipping the savior.

"What is Yufeng? Is the player's name?" Dazhi asked behind him in confusion.

"Who knows?" Liu Xiaoyu said with a wry smile.

The same situation appeared in the stands opposite, and Ge Hui asked Han Shuo in surprise: "What is Yufeng? Is the fans' slogan?"

"It should be the name of a person!" Han Shuo frowned and guessed that no matter what, he began to be jealous of such treatment. After playing for so long, he rarely heard someone shouting his name in the stands. He called him a few times, and he never encountered it before. He just started shouting without playing at the beginning. What surprised him even more was that he had been shouting for at least one minute, but the voice became louder and louder and there was no sign of stopping.

This really surprised Han Shuo.

Ye Changfeng and others' moods were revealed on their faces at this time. Everyone peeked at Yan Yufeng for a few times, but did not notice any abnormal expression. They couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but they were soon surrounded by the strange feeling that ignited in their hearts. No matter who they were calling, it was all Beiyang's shout. Yes, I have been fighting for so long, and I have been in exchange for blood and tears.

"Dou!" The referee Wang Jian walked into the court with the ball. The atmosphere on the scene also surprised him a little. But as a person who had seen a big scene, he still walked into the court according to the regulations and signaled the jump ball to step into the middle circle and prepared to jump the ball.

Under Wang Jian's long voice, a huge shout erupted from the audience, and the shout of "Yu Peak" came to an end for the first time.

Long Wei touched the ball first, but unfortunately, the ball was not in his complete control. With Han Dazhu being interfered with, the ball still bounced towards the opponent's court.

Yan Yufeng saw the ball clearly, jumped up and caught the ball. He suddenly paused slightly. When he saw the Nanyang Model Middle School retreating like a tide, he passed the ball to Shangzhi, who stood there and reached out to ask for the ball, and then began to jog forward by himself.

Shangzhi caught the ball, ran into the Nanyang half-time like a butterfly, and then began to judge the dribble at the three-point line.

When Feng Degang saw Beiyang's first landing, his brows frowned slightly. It was different from what he expected. At the beginning, Beiyang actually launched the full-on-outside play, and no one entered the inside!

As practiced by the Institute of Tactics, the five Beiyang men began to pull and run on the outside of Nanyang. They did not run around on a large scale, but instead deployed a 23-line outer formation and performed area cover-type play on both sides.

Nanyang began to consciously pull the formation outward, and what Beiyang was waiting for was at a moment.

Ye Changfeng ran to the bottom corner, and the one who followed him was Chengzong No. 3, but before he could slid a few steps, Ye Changfeng suddenly ran back again. He hurriedly caught up, but hit someone, knowing that he had been picked and dropped, so he quickly turned his head and saw No. 15 taking the opportunity to run to the inside line, and at this time, the ball had just passed into his hands.

not good!

Chengzong thought of it.

Chen Ping rushed out, and a smile flashed in Ye Changfeng's eyes. He shook his hand and passed the ball parallel to Yan Yufeng who rushed through the three-point line and rushed in.

Yan Yufeng caught the ball, almost stopped his behavior at the same time, and got up and took action.

"brush!"

A very beautiful and simple cut-off and protrusion distribution.

Amid the sound of drinking sounds in the audience, Beiyang pushed away like a tide.

Nanyang's position was very fast, chasing Beiyang from behind. The ball was only passed three times, from the backcourt to the frontcourt, and the ball just passed into the opponent's half, Shan Yu almost stood on the three-point line and took action without hesitation.

"brush!"

The ball enters the nest with hollow.

The audience supported Nanyang and those who revenge also cheered loudly for this.
To be continued...