"Good ball!" Yan Yufeng walked past the plateau and said softly.

"Yeah! Go back to defense quickly!" Gao Yuan nodded and looked at the player of Forty-two Middle School who had served and instructed.

The students in the audience started shouting together, and amid the shocking shouts, No. 42 Middle School quickly came up.

After receiving the ball and passing it again, the forward pulls each other on both wings and immediately tore the 12th Middle School position. Wu Fei, the organization guard of the 42th Middle School, immediately saw that Feng Jing had already stood in place, and the one who guards him was Zhai Yong, who was lower than him, immediately decisively hung the ball over.

Feng Jing put down his center of gravity tightly and leaned on Zhai Yong's body. He raised his hand and caught the ball. He arched twice. Zhai Yong shouted, but he couldn't bear to take it and took two steps back. Feng Jing shouted softly, then suddenly turned around and threw the ball into the basket.

"Yeah`````````````````````````````````````!" The audience shouted, and a girl's voice shouted in unison in an extremely organized manner: "Feng Jing, Feng Jing```````!"

Zhai Yong hummed lowly and said to Li Feng: "Next time, you come to guard against it, I can't resist it!"

Li Feng nodded and looked at Feng Jing, who had returned to his half, and said, "Look at how I will hit him!"

The ball quickly passed through the half, and Gaoyuan ran out to receive the ball. The defender of Forty-two Middle School was the shooting guard Yuelong, Yuelong lowered the center of gravity, opened his hands, and looked at Gaoyuan tightly.

Gao Yuan held the ball and made a few fake moves in front of Yuelong. Yuelong immediately moved his steps nervously. Gao Yuan smiled slightly, and suddenly dribbled the ball to the left and inserted directly into the inside line!

(Almost all players who play basketball are used to attacking with their right hand, and the defense side also has the chance to focus on the right-hand side. Breaking to the left is very sudden, but the speed of the left and right is naturally not as fast as the right, and you need to feel the left and right. If you have no problem with these two points, then breaking through will become a very easy thing!)

Yue Long was immediately thrown away, but his reaction speed was fast enough, so he immediately chased after him. The center Li Chuan, who was standing in the inside and Feng Kun, who was defending Zhai Yong on the left, also immediately came to the inside.

Gao Yuan shouted and immediately passed the ball to the left bottom line before being double-teamed by two people.

Zhai Yong continued the ball steadily, looked at whether he was standing outside the three-point line, and then got up and shot very easily.

The ball was very fast. When everyone was still on the plateau where they broke through, the ball had already entered the basket and lifted up the net, which was like a huge rock fell on the water.

5 to 2.

Gao Yuan and Zhai Yong hit each other, haha, showing a happy cooperation.

Qin Lan frowned, sat on the rest seat, used her knees as a table, and then quickly recorded the following line of Gaoyuan and Zhai Yong's name in the document book: Gaoyuan 2 points, one assist. Zhai Yong scored 3 points.

Zheng Xing shouted on the sidelines: "Protect the inside and put the outside, just like this, keep the formation!"

Feng Jing patted Yuelong on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, help me with it!"

Yuelong nodded and ran forward.

The ball was carefully passed among the players of Forty-two Middle School, and everyone was calm and stood one and a half meters away to defend. Only the cheers of the students from all over the audience shouted one after another.

Yan Yufeng frowned at the harsh sound and hummed. Seeing Wang Shang catch the ball, he looked at himself defending him and actually got the ball.

Hehe, want to find me to make a breakthrough? Yan Yufeng thought sneered.

Wang Shang felt that 23 seconds were coming soon, so he made a false move to the left, and then suddenly rushed to the right. Yan Yufeng was not fooled at all and came into the inside line. Wang Shang had no choice but to make a layup under Yan Yufeng's tight grip, so he had to make a three-step layup.

I just took two steps to pick up the ball and was about to lay up. The basketball in my arms was suddenly empty. I turned my head to look at it. Yan Yufeng had already shot it and rushed forward.

As Yan Yufeng cut off Wang Shang's ball and went forward with a fast attack, the nine people who were still besieging and defending just now immediately ran forward together.

Feng Kun was standing outside and was naturally the fastest to return to defense. When he ran back angrily, a gust of wind suddenly passed by in front of him. When he saw it, he was shocked. Yan Yufeng had surpassed him and rushed towards the empty frontcourt.

Very fast speed. Feng Kun thought in surprise.

Yan Yufeng had already increased to full speed, but after surpassing Feng Kun, he still did not slow down and rushed to the basket.

Gao Jin and Haoran, who were sitting in the rest seat, stood up almost at the same time, glared at the same time, and said to themselves: "It's time to perform!"

Zhang Wei also stood up, looked at Yan Yufeng who had reached the three-point line and said, "Performance?"

Qin Yan watched Yan Yufeng run into the half of the 42 Middle School at a very fast speed. Although she didn't understand basketball, she seemed to be in trouble with her team and couldn't help but feel nervous.

Jin Yan next to him murmured: "I'm going to be scored!"

Running forward to the plateau, he also saw Yan Yufeng who had already entered the basket. He couldn't help but slow down. Looking at Yan Yufeng's running back, he felt Yan Yufeng's murderous intent in his heart in an instant.

Liu Wei looked at Yan Yufeng who was still accelerating at the basket in a little puzzled manner, and thought to himself: Don’t he know that he needs to slowly reduce the speed to make a three-step layup to get the ball into the basket and score the most guaranteedly?

Is he going to dunk? This thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Wang Xuechao stood up, squinted his eyes and looked at Yan Yufeng's back, thinking to himself: I'm going to hold it back again! Cough!

Let you see what basketball is! Yan Yufeng shouted in his heart.

Yan Yufeng suddenly threw the ball up, and the ball was tumbling in the air, tumbling very quickly, causing everyone to feel that the ball was slowly rolling upwards.

What are you going to do? Gao Jin shouted in surprise.

This question is almost the question that people familiar with Yan Yufeng need to ask, and some people in the audience couldn't help but laugh——— They actually took a three-step layup and took a break, haha!

These thoughts flashed through everyone's minds almost instantly, but Yan Yufeng immediately answered their questions with actions.

After looking at the eye, Yan Yufeng paused forward. In this short period of time, he adjusted his feet and jumped up. Seeing the rolling basketball slowly getting bigger in his eyes, Yan Yufeng shouted, turned around and flipped over, skimmed over the basketball and went to the front of the basket.

Half spin behind, Yan Yufeng grabbed the basketball that had already flown to his head like magic, then sank his hands, held the ball and placed it on his waist, then rolled the basketball with his right hand alone, drew a beautiful half circle, and threw the basketball into the basket sideways!

"Bang!" The basket made a painful moan. Under the moaning and rippling nets, Yan Yufeng fell to the ground with a little choking. He turned around and looked at the 42 Middle School students on the side of the basket and roared loudly.

"What's this?" Gao Jin said to himself in a daze.

"Don't ask me, I don't know!" Haoran next to him stood still.

Zhang Wei opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, but his lips were trembling.

Gao Yuan stared at Yan Yufeng who was yelling and said for a long time: "Good boy!"

Wang Xuechao had already been completely lost by Yan Yufeng's tick. He took a deep breath and said, "Why do you always give us so many surprises?"

Qin Yan covered her mouth, her face full of silence.

Jin Ran next to him was already moaning: "What is this? What did I see just now?"

Feng Jing didn't know what he laughed anymore, so he shook his head and said dumbly: "It seems that I have to change my idol!"

Qin Lan accidentally dropped the folder to the ground. Everything just now made his visual effect reach the top level. His heart was suddenly hit hard, and he couldn't control his moans.

"Oh my God! What did I see just now?" a boy shouted suddenly out of control.

Looking at the basketball that was still flicking gently on the ground, Liu Wei, who was right in front of him, finally said: "Self-dunk 180-degree small windmill dunk?"

What is this? Who is this number 8? I'm not in the NBA!

The whole audience was silent for a long time. After Yan Yufeng yelled, he ran back slowly alone, looking at the speechless people in the audience, thinking hard: What are you surprised? The game has just begun!

Rioting the stadium (I)

Great Qin Bingbing

2004.6.16.
Chapter completed!