"Look at your own people and run sideways. Everyone is alert!" Gao Yuan shouted in a trumpet-shaped voice on the ground.

It seemed to be comparing speed. The ball was sent from the bottom line. Shangzhi didn't even look at it. A throwing hand passed the ball directly and threw it vigorously into the front court. After so long wrist strength training, Shangzhi made obvious progress in throwing the ball directly and passing it directly.

The ball spun very quickly, and a huge parabola flew straight to the front court. When it reached the last point, it suddenly fell. As expected, the ball that seemed to be very far away was just passing outside the three-point line.

Ye Changfeng suddenly stopped the car, letting No. 3 who was following him be thrown away by himself, raised his head sideways, easily caught the ball, and then quickly took action. From catching the ball to attack, Ye Changfeng even made the people in the stands see who threw the ball out.

"brush!"

Three points.

"It turns out that I was fighting for three points. At the beginning of the game, the two teams opened fire and kept attacking from the outside. Look at the time. Now it's only less than a minute!" Jiang Bo in the live broadcast room explained with a slight excitement. Although this may not be the case in his heart, as a commentator, it takes passion to mobilize the audience in front of the TV. Of course, if you want to excite others, you have to make yourself crazy first.

"Beautiful job!" Yan Yufeng and Ye Changfeng slapped their palms and immediately turned around to defend.

The ball came to Cheng Zong's hand, and Ye Changfeng immediately took a half step forward alertly, spread his hand and reached over.

This No. 3 made me surprised and hung the ball in. Ye Changfeng didn't dare to look back, but just stood up straight and stuck closer to Cheng Zong.

Yuan Xing ran over from the other side, caught the ball, squatted and raised his hand, Xiang Jie, who was standing in front of him, suddenly had a flash of eyes, and the No. 5 actually crawled under his waist.

Yuan Xing deceived Xiang Jie, but just flashed inward, squatted and raised the ball.

Han Dazhu, who stood behind Xiang Jie, was the last line of defense, just put his hands on him and raised his hands.

It was indeed a fake move. Dazhu saw the No. 5 support ball in front of him but did not jump up. Before he could finish his mind, the No. 5 raised his body and the ball was raised up again, just like a magnet being attracted. The center of gravity of Dazhu couldn't help but jump up in the flash.

But the toes pressed down, and Yuan Xing's body lowered again.

Or fake action?!

Before Dazhu could finish his thoughts, his eyes suddenly flashed before him. When he was about to fall, this damn No. 5 actually got up and jumped up.

The two of them are so close that they are not quick-witted, and they may not be able to avoid them even if they change to gods.

The two of them jumped up and down, almost in one breath. To outsiders, No. 5 was just slow to react, while the Beiyang center who was defending him was too fast to react.

"Dou!" The referee's whistle sounded sharply, but this was not over. After hitting Dazhu's thick body heavily, Yuan Xing could still lean back. In addition to being suppressed by Han Dazhu below his chest, his hands barely held the ball out.

When both of them fell to the ground, the ball also swayed on the basket a few times and fell into the net. There was a burst of cheers from the audience.

"Score three points!" A thought flashed through Yan Yufeng's mind.

Chen Ping pulled Yuan Xing, who was sitting proudly on the ground, with a blank expression on his face, but whispered in his ear: "It seems like another group of fools who love to dance!"

Standing up, standing upright on the free throw line, Yuan Xing smiled and moved the ball back and forth in his hand, then held the ball with both hands, raised it to the sharp eyes, and threw it out.

All the players in Jeon Beiyang were strangely surprised by this informal free throw posture, which seemed to be a high-rise action with a face-to-face plate! Just when the strange and funny, the ball was not suspenseful and hollow.

Seeing this scene, Yan Yufeng pulled Xiang Jie over and said in a low voice: "Be careful, this No. 5 pitching posture is a bit strange!"

Xiang Jie nodded gritting his teeth and said, "I will definitely pay attention next time!"

When Beiyang came to the frontcourt again, Shang Lin off the field suddenly discovered that Nanyang's defense had changed again, from 32 joint defense to half-time man-game.

It got so fast! Shang Lin thought to himself, it seemed that the other party’s coach was not a vegetarian, so he immediately found a solution to deal with it.

Because the opponent's defense suddenly changed, Beiyang could no longer guide the ball on the outside, so the ball could only be controlled by Shangzhi's hand for the time being.

Shizuchi waved his little hand while signaling his teammates to pull and run, while cleverly protecting his ball. Suddenly he shook his body, causing his opponent to pause, immediately dribble with a change of hand, and rushed to the right arc.

Before he could take a few steps, his eyes flashed in front of him, and the No. 23 Shan Yu, who was always talking about, suddenly appeared in front of him.

Shangzhi was startled and quickly changed hands and dribbled again. At the same time, he turned his body and made a fake move that was about to turn back.

What surprised me was that No. 23, who had been smiling on his face, was not fooled, as if he hadn't reacted at all, and he still stood there honestly.

Shangzhi stopped, pushed his foot forward, distanced himself from him, and then looked at the whole audience again. The block just now made him move towards the sideline, attracting his opponent to chase back, and thus breaking all the intentions of pulling out the gap. Shangzhi now had to find another way.

There is not much time left!

Shangzhi also knows, Yan Yufeng also knows, but everyone is stuck, except for anyone to be cut off. Should Shangzhi take action by himself? Don’t joke!

Yan Yufeng suddenly accelerated and rushed straight from the sideline. After someone pulled him a few times, Yan Yufeng struggled to break away. Finally, he ran to the 45th degree arc on the left side of the three-point line.

The ball was passed out in time, and Shangzhi became more and more powerful when mastering the passing opportunity.

Holding the ball, Yan Yufeng was calm and looked up at the chronograph. There were still 7 seconds left!

Enough!

It was indeed No. 21 to guard me. Yan Yufeng looked at No. 21 who was catching the ball, and almost stood at No. 21 in front of him at the same time. He snorted contemptuously, with his left foot slightly stepped forward, and his right foot swayed after shaking his body. At the same time, his right foot suddenly exerted force, and he pushed the ground and inserted straight into his right.

The whole set of movements was naturally smooth. After shaking to the left for a moment, his body was already slanted to the right. The opponent in front of him did not react at all and was immediately passed by Yan Yufeng.

Chen Ding immediately reacted when he had been beaten, and turned his body and chased him back, but at the same time he was already full of surprise.

This guy's positioning change direction is really powerful!

Chen Ping was not worried because, as the training did, his task was enough to make him feel the threat behind it.

After Yan Yufeng flashed past No. 21, he just took the first step. There was still a lot of space in front of him. Suddenly, a person appeared. This was completely wrong with his calculations. His foot force had already been kicked out and the brakes were not even very good. After hitting the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, a whistle sounded at the same time. A thought flashed through Yan Yufeng's mind: Who has committed a foul.

After holding the ball tightly, Yan Yufeng barely stood firm, he quickly turned around and looked at the referee, and he was stunned when he saw the gesture.

Offensive violations!

"Impossible! It was clearly him who moved first!" Yan Yufeng thought angrily, but he had known for so many years that once the punishment was awarded, it would be impossible to change. He let go of his hand in disappointment, threw the ball on the ground, and turned around and walked towards his half.

Shang Lin frowned gently in the distance. He was not sure that the opponent had committed a foul just now, because when Yan Yufeng took the ball and flashed the first step, he didn't notice whether the guy had moved.

Seeing the man lying on the ground being pulled up by his teammates, Shang Lin raised his frown again.

It's this guy again!

"Beautiful job!" Chen Ping was really happy now, and patted Yuan Xing's butt heavily and laughed secretly.

"That's right, as soon as that guy ran away just now, I knew he was going to do it alone and focused all his attention on him. But to be honest, you are useless and you will be passed by someone all at once!" Yuan Xing looked proud, but at the end, he said meanly.

"Didn't I do what the coach arranged?" Chen Ping was angry. He was really embarrassed after being just now. He was a famous defensive expert in the South District.

"Come on!" The two of them fought and ran through the half, easily landing in a good position. Suddenly they found that the ball was not as powerful as they imagined. At least for now, the pressure given by Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School is much stronger than theirs.

Shan Yu passed through the bottom line, and the enemy in front of him was like standing in a stance, and was easily avoided by himself. As soon as he ran to an open position, the ball had already come sideways. This is Shan Yu's most comfortable way to get the ball. He catches the ball, returns to his body sideways, raises his hand to plug the ball, and everything is as perfect as training.

"brush!"

Shan Yu got another two points!

Looking at Yan Yufeng who had just chased him, Shan Yu smiled disdainfully, ignored the opponent's expression and turned around and ran towards his half.

Yan Yufeng stood there, took a deep breath, and looked at the shaking white No. 7, and his heart gradually became angry.

"Look at people, remember to block people and lock the bottom line!" Yan Yufeng shouted to his teammates.

Nanyang came out in full swing, and all five people stood on the outside. As long as one opponent ran into the inside, the two people around would immediately chase back and the other would move slightly back to block the pass route.

Facing this seemingly familiar human-tagging defense, but under the tactics that made Beiyang confused in the changes, Beiyang's offense began to become unstructured.

Shang Lin stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, and he took all the chaos in the scene, which he did not expect. It was only three minutes before the game started, and the opponent had three changes in defense. Such changes were very subtle. If an outsider looked at it, he would feel that the dust remained unchanged, but Shang Lin knew very well that the current changes were fatal to Beiyang.

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This is completely tailor-made for Beiyang.

Shang Lin held it with one hand, feeling a little disappointed.

Disappointment with yourself.

It seems that I am still careless!

"Stop!" Yan Yufeng suddenly roared and flashed past Dazhu. Dazhu's conditioned body stretched out and stopped No. 21, who was chasing him.

But after just stopping for a moment, No. 21 seemed to have expected that yes, and he left his body and flashed past like jumping into the railing.

When Chen Ping chased him to No. 8 again, he was already facing him head-on, and his heart suddenly became excited and hesitant to understand that No. 8 was going to play single again.

Yan Yufeng felt very angry, and everyone was blocked again. He was also defended by this damn No. 21, with an octopus-like defense. There were people leaning against him, forcing him to run around to pull out the space to catch the ball.

Fortunately, Shangzhi was not completely suppressed at all, and the ball could still be passed, which is a blessing in disguise.

Yan Yufeng sighed in his heart. The training ground was fine, but when it came to the competition, he had to fight it himself!

Calm down, Yan Yufeng looked at his opponent. There was not much time left, only a few seconds left, and each time it only took a few seconds, forcing himself to not consider the attacking methods well.

This was just a flash in Yan Yufeng's mind. After receiving the ball, Yan Yufeng had already moved the ball as soon as he was straightened, and the ball just bounced down on the ground. Yan Yufeng suddenly shook his body with a huge amplitude. The ball pulled back from his left hand to his right hand. At the same time, his body swayed again, like a snake, pressing forward. Almost at the moment when his body leaned forward, Yan Yufeng exerted force again. This time, he changed direction, not to rush to the right side of the better speed, but completely pulled past No. 21 and pulled up from the left.

Chen Ping felt a flash of his eyes, and No. 8 disappeared from sight again.

So fast!

Chen Ping cursed in his heart, turned his body and chased him back.

Yan Yufeng took the first step heavily and exerted force hard. This was his habit and the most important part of his breakthrough. All speed, all strength, and all subsequent movements were completely accomplished by the power brought by the left foot to the ground.

A blue shadow appeared in front of him again, and Yan Yufeng even saw the guy's face clearly. While his body was colliding with him, Yan Yufeng felt the person blocking in front immediately fall back and forth, and almost at the same time, he heard the referee's whistle and the man's scream in his ears.

It's finished!

This is Yan Yufeng's only thought.

He looked at the referee by chance and happened to see the referee Wang Jian's expression serious, put the whistle in his mouth, pushed his hands forward, and made a move to hit someone.

It's so damn!
To be continued...