And this time? Xiang Jie was still in his half, and the entire half of the main team was empty, with only Yan Yufeng and the other three.

Yan Yufeng and the plateau slowly rose up, and time seemed to slow down, at least in the eyes of the plateau, he suddenly saw a light burst out in Yan Yufeng's eyes, who had not yet raised the ball. What does that mean? Confidence?

Yan Yufeng's body was very natural but unexpectedly leaning back, and his upper body, his hands and the ball fell backwards. The hand that was originally close to Gaoyuan, which was suddenly far away from Yan Yufeng and the ball. Gaoyuan's heart was filled with lightning: Lean back!?

The body of the plateau has begun to fall. At the same time, Yan Yufeng also fell the same, but the two of them have completely different falling speeds. The plateau has fallen too fast, but Yan Yufeng is still slowly falling backwards. The moment the plateau lands, the ball finally took action and threw a high arc and floated towards the ring.

Gao Yuan and Zhai Yong looked back together, and a "boom" sound came from behind, which was the sound of Yan Yufeng falling on the floor.

The ball finally landed on the basket, trembled a few times, and fell out unwillingly.

A sigh immediately sounded inside and outside the venue. The two plateaus couldn't help but feel a little regretful. They looked back at Yan Yufeng, but Yan Yufeng had already climbed up and ran to the half without expression.

Wang Xuechao recalled the scene just now and he was absolutely right. It was a tilt, a very prepared tilt. Although he didn't go in, it was not only a similar figure but also a similar spirit!

Yan Yufeng did it on purpose. He deliberately slowed down and waited for Gaoyuan and the others to defend. Then he used a courage of approximation and ignorance to jump up and shoot back under the double-team! Such a shot is absolutely unstoppable. Although Gaoyuan is eight centimeters taller than Yan Yufeng, he still seems so powerless under such a shot.

Oh my God? What did he learn? I didn’t see him using it before. Yan Yufeng, how many things do you still have not used?

The training continued. Gao Yuan made three fake moves in a row, and finally tricked Yan Yufeng and accelerated into the basket. Facing Xiang Jie's backup defense, he passed the ball to Han Dazhu, who had been waiting at the basket. Han Dazhu deliberately caught the ball and jumped up to score the ball.

One hand slapped Han Dazhu on the basketball raised high, and a powerful force made Han Dazhu feel empty when he was not mentally prepared, and his heart suddenly burst into pieces: it was covered.

After falling down, Yan Yufeng left him with a back.

Damn, why are you always covered by him? Han Dazhu stomped his feet and thought to himself.

"Serve!" Yan Yufeng picked up the ball and threw it to Zhai Yong, and said in a cold voice.

"What a cool thing!" Zhai Yong caught the ball, walked to the sidelines helplessly, muttering in his heart.

I don't know when Shi Guang was already standing next to Wang Xuechao. Since then, Shi Guang obviously didn't dare to face Wang Xuechao, but Wang Xuechao seemed to be not caring at all and gradually calmed down and focused on preparing for the league that would start soon.

"Let everyone have a rest!" Shi Guang said.

Wang Xuechao nodded and said, "Yes!"

"Everyone can rest!" Shi Guang clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the side of the field, drinking water, and looking for towels to wipe sweat. Suddenly, the sound of the racket on the ground sounded, and everyone couldn't help but look back.

Yan Yufeng walked to the basket with a ball alone, shot it out, picked it back from the basket, and shot it out from another angle.

"What's wrong with him?" Shi Guang looked at Yan Yufeng who was constantly shooting and asked.

"How could I know!" Wang Xuechao looked at Yan Yufeng and said with a wry smile.

"There are three days left to the league. We don't need to train to save our physical strength tomorrow. Maybe Yan Yufeng feels that there is not enough time!" Wang Xuechao thought for a while and explained.

"Oh, this child is ```````````````!" Shi Guang looked at Yan Yufeng with complicated eyes and sighed.

"Let him go, after all, hard work is not a bad thing!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand and walked away.

"Thirty-two, thirty-three, ``````!" Yan Yufeng thought to himself, ran over again, picked up the ball and ran out a few steps, turned around and threw it. The ball did not fall from the basket. "Hi!" Yan Yufeng spitted it out, wiped the sweat from his face, and ran over to pick up the ball again.

There are three days left, the high school league I dream of is about to begin. It has been three years. Just for today, work hard and work harder, I will do my best. I cannot fail. I will let everyone know in this league, who am I? I am the god who dominates the stadium! Yan Yufeng shouted in his heart.

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" Yan Yufeng threw the ball out, and the ball fell into the basket very accurately, making a wonderful "brush".

Yan Yufeng closed his eyes, bent down, and supported his hands on his slightly bent knees. He gasped uncontrollably, and sweat fell directly from all parts of his face like rain. Looking at his sweat, Yan Yufeng shook his head, and his hair, which was already slightly longer, immediately threw the sweat out of his head.

Come on! League, I'm ready!

Come on! League

Great Qin Bingbing
Chapter completed!