"Why, it's boring again?" Han Shuo glanced at his lazy partner and smiled.

"Well, it's a bit. The second quarter was quite exciting, but I was a little annoyed when I saw the tactics. The two teams basically went back and forth, and it seemed that there were no twists and turns!" Ge Hui replied leaning against his seat.

Han Shuo nodded and said, "I hope this No. 8 will not let down the expectations of such a fan. Give us the gods to our Master Ge!"

Ge Hui laughed heartily and said, "I hope so!"

Yan Yufeng touched Shangzhi's head and encouraged him: "I did a good job, go down and have a rest!"

"Boss, come on, you have to be careful of that No. 5. This person is very good at making fake moves!" Shangzhi reminded that he had received it once on him, and even Shangzhi was fooled. It is conceivable that the pressure on the entire Beiyang by this No. 5 was too low to Shan Yu. Because of this, Shan Yu was replaced with confidence. Now, in addition to Chen Ping and Cheng Zong, there are three starters in the field that are supporting the overall situation. Even so, Beiyang's disadvantage has begun to appear.

Yan Yufeng looked at No. 5 and saw a hint of cold light in his eyes. This time, he must not let him have a good time.

When Shan Yu saw Yan Yufeng on the court, he couldn't help laughing, then looked at his head coach. The old man also glanced at him. The two of them looked at each other, and the old man reached out and made a pressing action.

Shan Yu shrugged her shoulders without any objection and sat back in her position with peace of mind.

It seems that the old man is very confident!

Yan Yufeng touched the basketball in his hand, gently stroked the slightly rough surface of the ball, took a deep breath, and felt very good in his hand, and he was still in a state. He looked at the front court, Yan Yufeng threw the ball forward and then walked forward.

My game is about to start again!

When Yan Yufeng walked slowly through the half-time alone and came to Nanyang, he slapped the ball and took a casual look at No. 21, which was standing in front of him, and when there were two meters away from each other, he moved unexpectedly.

Just leaned forward, the right hand holding the ball stretched horizontally to the left, and then pulled back to the right side like lightning. At this time, Yan Yufeng's body was extremely tilted into a very wonderful strange curve. The right foot, which exerted force, kicked up again. While bounced, Chen Ping lost his figure of No. 8 again.

It was really `````, Chen Ping was moaning in pain. He didn't expect that when he came on the 8th, he not only did not restrain himself, but also did not accept the lesson. He began to make a breakthrough again. The most frustrating thing was that he was once again speechless, not to mention blocking, he didn't even react.

At this time, Yuan Xing was still on the outside on the right, and even Yan Yufeng broke through, he didn't know. He only heard the sudden burst of shouts from the audience, and then he turned around and saw what was going on.

Yan Yufeng kicked the ground with his left foot. He did not hit the ground with his toes as usual. Instead, when the entire foot completely touched the ground and kicked the ground, no one could notice all these subtle movements, but Yan Yufeng knew that just now, even if a sword mountain suddenly appeared in front of him, he still had the spare energy to deal with it.

The speed did not decrease. It was only a moment since the sudden breakthrough was launched. In the blink of an eye, Yan Yufeng had already stepped into the forbidden area of ​​Nanyang, the dark yellow three-second penalty area.

There was someone in front of Yan Yufeng, that was Nanyang's number one center forward Long Wei, and on his side, there was a teammate there. Yan Yufeng's attack this time seemed not to be smooth sailing.

Long Wei did not move, but moved calmly to the right and straightened the opponent's attack direction. At this time, the teammates next to him had already rushed forward, and Long Wei could even sneer.

If you want to make a layup, dream!

Yan Yufeng jumped, and he chose the most stable and dangerous jump to complete his second move. Stabilization means that he will never cause an offensive foul because of this, and the most dangerous one is that when his feet land, he will become extremely fragile, because that means that in the next move, in addition to jumping into the air, you will always be nailed to the point where you land, and the opponent will have countless ways to create a three-second violation.

Everything was not carried out through brain reaction and calculation. If that were the case, Yan Yufeng's head would not be in line with the IQ of this era.

Instinct, everything is instinct.

Yan Yufeng jumped up, and as soon as he fell down his feet, he jumped up like a spring.

"Scream!" Long Wei shouted angrily and finally jumped up. At this time, he believed that it was an excellent time.

Boy, wait and eat the hat!

Something horrible happened!

Yan Yufeng's body suddenly became distorted. To be precise, the upper body suddenly turned completely to the side. This was obviously done by the strong flexibility of his waist. The right hand holding the ball was raised high and placed. Under the high-speed capture of the camera, it can be clearly seen that it was completely controlled by using his hands.

This is impossible!

Long Wei was frightened to find that No. 8 in front of him did not meet him as expected, but incredibly forcibly twisting his body in the air and coming to his left, allowing his upper body to completely penetrate his defense and reach the back he protected.

Even the best center forward in Nanyang heard the No. 8 that had already passed by to him, and suddenly snorted coldly from his mouth.

This is simply perverted!

Long Wei cursed everything that happened at this time because he knew that no matter whether the ball entered or not, the foul was a foregone conclusion.

The whistle sounded brilliantly, and the referee finally started serving No. 8 in Beiyang for the first time!

Yan Yufeng fell heavily on the floor. The force on his waist just now made him lose his final balance. It was already what he expected to fall out.

He got up happily. Yan Yufeng did not go to see the big center who was standing at the basket and violated his own rules, but instead provoked his chin to the bench in the distance and raised his chin slightly.

Dan Yu, you should play!

Han Shuo also cheered with cheers from the audience: "Good ball!"

"The waist is good!" Ge Hui added, from the perspective of this stand, the No. 8 just now almost folded his waist to complete the goal. It looked very strange. As a basketball player, Han Shuo and others would not cheer for a score like others. What they valued was the process of scoring.

This number 8 looks like it has some skills.

Shang Lin shook his head, not knowing whether he was angry or happy, and cursed in his heart: "How come this guy dares to break into the inside line? Don't you want to play basketball?" Suddenly, he found that everyone else was staring at him. Shang Lin immediately understood and smiled bitterly: "It was not what I asked him to do!"

After sending the ball in, Yan Yufeng walked back along the sideline. When he arrived at the bench in Nanyang, Yan Yufeng glanced at Shan Yu who was sitting there, pouted, and then walked in and landed.

Shan Yu's eyes narrowed and stared at Yan Yufeng's back, his face full of blue.

Yan Yufeng began to be good at psychological warfare for a long time. In the first quarter, I lost, so now, I should have everything back.

Nanyang's offense still follows the rapid movement policy, using large-scale running to open the gap, thereby consuming the opponent's physical energy. However, it seems that after this calculation, when Yan Yufeng, who has a very abundant physical energy, he encountered a problem immediately.

No matter who gets the ball, no matter whether there is anyone in front of him or not, Yan Yufeng will appear on the side of the person who takes the ball. Such a large-scale running to attack and defend against the ball is the floating-style attack that Beiyang has trained for a long time.

Such a strange tactic immediately put Nanyang in a crisis of dead ball.

Yuan Xing took the ball. Cheng Zong knelt on the floor and finally handed the ball out from under the opponent's crotch. But when the ball was just taken, No. 8 suddenly appeared on the front.

A standard hamburger-style slamming, under such slamming, I'm afraid few people can protect the ball.

The ball was lost and was photographed by Yan Yufeng in front of him.

Beiyang is rushing, and the plateau and the long night wind are running forward. At this time, the situation instinct makes them turn around and run wildly. This is the tactical literacy that is deeply rooted in Beiyang.

With the loss of the ball, Nanyang quickly began to retreat and retreated in a planned manner. Chengzong had already gone to chase Ye Changfeng, and Deng Xiaofei, who was fast and had a scree, also caught up with the plateau.

Everything started to become more exciting again.

If Shangzhi was present, Yan Yufeng would throw the ball to him without hesitation, but he was not there, the speed of the plateau and Changfeng was not very good, and they were already showing signs of being caught up. So, what are you doing now?

There is only one answer!

Run wildly!

When Yan Yufeng broke the ball and leaned over to hold the ball, he rushed forward and drove the ball forward. The people from Nanyang retreated and three of them had already retreated across the center line, and the annoying No. 21 beside him was already in danger.

From the stands, three of them crossed the center line, and the strangest thing is that the three of them, like a football game, almost kept two straight lines.

The situation became extremely strange.

Chen Ping tried hard to catch up with him. The speed of No. 8 was surprising, but he relied on the first step of retreat to take advantage of the defense. Now, he is using the distance to exchange space.

"Stopped!"

When he was safely parallel to No. 8, Chen Ping shouted happily.

hey-hey!

Someone was sneering suddenly.

The figure in front of him suddenly disappeared. This time, it was not because he suddenly changed direction, but because of his inertia, he was thrown forward hard, causing his eyes to lose his target in the corner of his eyes.

When Chen Ping was embarrassed and wanted to move forward but was thrown to the ground by inertia, Yan Yufeng jumped up.

And just at the side of him, Feng Degang and his proud disciple Dan Yu's pupils shrank at the same time.

No one can describe how Yan Yufeng jumped and shot at the time, because from every angle, his pupils would shrink as if they were stabbed in front of him.

Yan Yufeng jumped high. Because of inertia, his body was still floating to the right side, but his whole body was in a tilt position, thrusting forward with his left foot forward, and his right foot slightly bent backward because it was the main force foot, and the ball ended in front of the nose bridge. Then suddenly, his whole body suddenly became determined, the right hand of the shooting, the void was opened, and the left hand of the ball protecting the ball remained the same.

A flash passed by, and I don’t know which cameraman recorded this moment. For many people, this freeze is the value of having unparalleled.

"brush!"

The most beautiful sound after the stillness.

Yan Yufeng fell to the ground again. This time, he did not get up, but once again looked at him sitting on the side, still standing on a slightly stunned Dan Yu's face.

Shan Yu felt it. He looked directly at Yan Yufeng sitting on the ground. His gaze seemed to be looking down at him, not himself, and his smile could no longer be maintained.

Yan Yufeng chuckled softly, supported himself on the ground, with his back facing Shan Yu, and raised his hands high to the audience facing his extremely noisy stands.

Shan Yu felt a blood-red light flashing in front of her eyes, and looked up at the score card - 51 to 46.

The score between Beiyang and Nanyang has been so close for the first time.

"Coach, I think I should be on the court!" Shan Yu stood up and said quietly.

Feng Degang's expression remained unpredictable calm. Hearing Shan Yu's request, he just nodded slightly. This time, his hand did not press down, but instead slashed forward with force.

Shan Yu slowly took off her coat and turned toward the technical mat.
Chapter completed!