Rioting the stadium (2)

Yan Yufeng returned to his defensive position, and Li Feng, who was standing behind, shouted: "Boy, let's have another one!"

Wang Zhiquan and Long Guang on the sidelines shouted desperately: "Yan Yufeng, I want your signature!"

Gao Yuan shouted: "Come on, they are here!"

Yan Yufeng lowered his waist and looked ahead with concentration.

The players of Forty-First No. 42 Middle School seemed to have not yet come back to their senses from the shock just now, and they set off an attack formation absent-mindedly. Feng Kun peeked at Yan Yufeng and saw him staring at the basketball in his hand tightly. His heart trembled and he hurriedly passed the ball out.

Yuelong caught the ball, Feng Jing immediately ran out of the inside line and made a disassembly. Yuelong rushed in immediately, looked at Li Feng and Han Dazhu's blockage, and passed the ball horizontally. Feng Jing, who ran towards the inside line after the pick-and-roll, took the ball, shouted, took another step in, raised his hand and threw it towards the basket.

The ball bounced gently on the basket a few times, but fell out again, and a sigh suddenly sounded from the stands.

Han Dazhu reached out and grabbed Lan Ban firmly. Zhai Yong ran over and Han Dazhu handed the ball to him. Zhai Yong took the ball and immediately pushed it into the frontcourt. Five of the 12th Middle School quickly arrived at the half of the 42th Middle School and launched an offensive posture.

Gao Yuan took the ball and moved to the left. Zhai Yong passed by him. With the attention of Feng Kun and Wang Shang, Gao Yuan rushed forward and jumped up to pass the ball to Zhai Yong who had already penetrated into the inside. Zhai Yong did not shoot immediately after receiving the ball. After making a fake shooting action, Li Chuan, who was defending in the middle, was immediately tricked to jump up.

A smile flashed in Zhai Yong's eyes, and he hit the ball shortly and passed it to Li Feng, who had been ambushing the basket.

Li Feng slammed Feng Jingka behind him and steadily caught the ball. Instead of dribbling the ball immediately, he shook his body left and right. Suddenly he slapped the ball and squeezed towards the bottom line of the basket. Feng Jing was immediately pushed out of the defensive position. Li Feng didn't know that, and he felt empty behind him, shouted loudly, and held the ball with both hands to hit the board shot.

The ball did not hesitate at all, and made a three-pole rebound on the rebound and entered the basket very simply.

When everyone saw that the attack was successful, they immediately quickly returned back and defended.

Zhai Yong ran over with a laugh and said, "Avenge me! You really have it!"

Li Feng shook his sturdy body, glanced at Feng Jing, and said, "It's as easy as eating!"

Li Chuan took a photo of Feng Jing and said, "It's okay, I'll help with the defense next time!"

Feng Jing glanced at Li Feng who was happily talking to the team members and said, "It's okay, let's see how I'll hit him."

Forty-two outings quickly came.

The five players shrank the defense line here very well, and vaguely excluded the players of the forty-two from the outside.

Yue Long shouted loudly: "Pull it open, pull it open!"

After saying that, he passed the ball to Wang Shang on the sideline, Yan Yufeng rushed up and Wang Shang immediately hung the ball to Feng Jing on the inside.

Feng Jing turned around when he took the ball, faced Li Feng's defense, raised his hand and shot. Li Feng shouted and jumped up to cover it. He knew that he had fallen into a trap. After Feng Jing tricked Li Feng, he dribbled the ball and came to the basket while stepping. He leaned against his 1.95 meters tall. With the momentum, he actually jumped up and had a big dunk with both hands.

"Peng!" The basket was slightly deformed by Feng Jing. Feng Jing roared, raised his hand and hit his chest.

4 to 7.

The students in the audience finally cheered, and the basketball court after being silent after Yan Yufeng's dunk just now became noisy again.

Gao Jin shouted at the rest seat: "Good boy!"

Haoran danced the towel in his hand and waved it vigorously.

Zheng Xing clenched his hands tightly and screamed as if he was venting: "Good!"

Zhai Yong glanced at the depressed Li Feng, laughed and said, "Go back to him and leave!"

Yan Yufeng didn't say anything, and had already arrived at the other party's halftime alone.

Wang Shang immediately posted it over, and Yue Long and Feng Kun also stood vaguely to protect him.

Gao Yuan arrived immediately. Zhai Yong glanced at the front of the field and raised his hand to pass the ball vigorously.

Gao Yuan jumped up and caught the basketball. As soon as he landed, Feng Kun rushed over.

At this moment, there were only Yan Yufeng and Gao Yuan in the frontcourt. Gao Yuan looked up at Yan Yufeng, and a light flashed in Yan Yufeng's eyes and suddenly ran towards him.

Gao Yuan smiled and suddenly stood up. He picked up his hands and looked like he wanted to pass on. Feng Kun really stood up immediately, dancing with his hands. Gao Yuan laughed loudly, and he rushed to the right. He instantly reached Feng Kun's left.

After passing Feng Kun, the plateau became wide open. With a cheer, the plateau slowed down. The light of his eyes saw Yuelong coming at high speed. Yan Yufeng had already rushed to the basket in his position just now, followed by Wang Shang.

Gao Yuan paused again and rushed to the inner line in the opposite direction of Yan Yufeng. Yuelong had already stuck it over after the deliberately waiting for the plateau to pause, and Feng Kun, who had been thrown over, also reacted quickly from the back.

Gao Yuan was immediately trapped in two bread clips.

But what Gao Yuan wants is this effect. He took Yuelong's body and forced a step inward, raising his hand and suddenly threw the ball towards the basket.

Feng Jing, who had returned from defense, immediately shouted: "Oh no!"

Gao Jin and Haoran on the sidelines also shouted at the same time: "I fell into the trap!"

Listening to the sound of breathing closer and closer behind him, Yan Yufeng sneered in his heart: What are you doing?

Looking up at the basketball that had already flown, Yan Yufeng ignored Wang Shang, who was chasing closely behind, took a big step forward, jumped high, and steadily caught the basketball when the basketball flew to the ring, then inhaled and tilted his stomach, then thrust his waist and bent his knees, and his body suddenly changed from a javelin to a giant bow of beautiful arc. He shouted loudly, paused like a sign in the air, and suddenly exerted force and smashed the ball into the basket.

Absolute moment, absolute stagnation, absolute visual enjoyment.

In everyone's eyes, it seemed that only a moment had passed. After just a blink of an eye, Yan Yufeng had already fallen, but it felt as if Yan Yufeng had been in the air for a long time. At the moment he received the ball, almost everyone saw him incredibly stagnant in the air. He paused in the air in a steady state, and dunked like a double-holding hammer. In just one minute, Yan Yufeng gave everyone present an even more incredible aerial relay performance.

Zhai Yong and Li Feng, who were standing in the middle circle, looked at each other and shouted in unison: "Beautiful!"

Wang Zhiquan, Long Guang, Cao Tao and others who were on the bench couldn't help but stand up and couldn't control their shouts.

Liu Wei was trembling under the basket. He leaned under the basket. He could feel the trembling of the skin that was transmitted to his body, and he could faintly smell the buzzing metal shaking sound in his ears.

What is this? Who is this No. 8? How could his bounce and stagnation be so terrifying? Liu Wei shouted in his heart. As a reporter, he instinctively realized that he had finally caught the treasure today. This No. 8 is definitely a treasure. The trump card of the 12th Middle School has an incredible attack ability than the plateau!

Oh my God, why didn’t I take a photo just now, what am I doing? No! I want to take all his actions, I want to tell the editor loudly that there was a more powerful guard than the plateau at the Twelve Middle School! His name is No. 8! A number the same as the most dazzling No. 8 in NBA!

Liu Wei was so excited that he sweated heavily, his hands trembled and his heart was beating! Even he didn't know why his heart was beating so fast, he just knew that the opportunity he had always dreamed of suddenly appeared in front of him, how could he not panic!

Calm down, calm down, relax! Take your time, he will definitely dunk. I want to take the coolest photo and let everyone know that Beiyang has another shining superstar.

Gao Jin glanced at Haoran next to him, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I began to worry about the ring of the best basketball court among our 42nd!"

Haoran once again looked deeply at Yan Yufeng, who was clapping high fives with Gaoyuan to show his happy cooperation, and said with a depressed face: "I hope he is not too cruel. He is simply ravaging our Forty-Two Middle School."

Zhang Wei murmured unconsciously: "I only know what dunk is now, my god! I have been studying basketball for 5 years, and I only know now!"

Zheng Xing didn't understand his mood at this moment, was he angry or disbelief? Who is this No. 8? He is just a first-year high school student who just started from the third grade of junior high school. What did he do just now? He scored 4 points, and all dunks! How did Wang Xuechao teach his students? Do you want to dunk the basket of Forty-two Middle School? Damn it!

This is the three-back tactic. After I got Yan Yufeng, I worked hard to study the ultimate tactic. Two super-capable defenders can at least attract the attention and defense of three to four of you. Then another one organizes the defender to pass the ball. The center and a power forward perform necessary pick-and-rolls on the inside or outside. Such an attack is absolutely unstoppable by a team!

Wang Xuechao let his hands down, stood on the sidelines, proudly raised his head, his eyes full of pride.

God is lucky to take care of me, Wang Xuechao, and fortunately, we were given the plateau and had a stronger Yan Yufeng, two powerful shooting guards. I think there is anyone who can resist Beiyang!

"Return to defense, hurry up, don't be too slow!" Wang Xuechao shouted. This is not the time to be proud. On the court, even if you are twenty points ahead of the opponent, you should treat the game as if you are twenty points behind and try your best to defend and attack. This is the quality of a strong team that should be able to become a king!

Gao Yuan heard the coach's roar, patted Yan Yufeng and said, "Let's go, the game has just begun!"

Yan Yufeng glanced at the audience who was beaten silently by himself, smiled at the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Not bad! The game has just begun!"

Qin Lan wrote a little angry and embarrassed after Yan Yufeng: 4 points, one steal.

Plateau: 2 points, second assist.

There was anger in my heart, but it was irresistible by another uncontrollable emotion.

I didn't expect that he was really so strong. On the court, he ruled the world like a king, full of domineeringness! Seeing his dunk after the basket, his roar, his crazy expression and the indifference afterwards were so strong, Yan Yufeng! What do you want to do? Qin Lan thought in a contradictory and responsible manner.

Just when Qin Lan was thinking complicatedly, Qin Yan's heart in the stands was taken away by Yan Yufeng at this moment. His strong momentum, graceful posture, and the roar after venting, all of this made Qin Yan's heart beat.

The ears were full of amazement and indecent curses. All the forty-two people were like a group of perverted sadists. They were slapped hard by others. They wanted to be angry but were moaned so hard that they were moaned by the painful pleasure brought by the slap.

Who is he? How come he has such great magic? Basketball! The barbaric sport that he has always despised himself seems as graceful and elegant as ice ballet.

Oh my God! Is he interpreting the true nature of basketball? Qin Yan couldn't help but moan.

Yu Guang saw Jin Yan next to him, and saw that his eyes were already staring at the stadium, and it was exactly looking at him! Looking at the people around him, it was unimaginable that everyone had only one look-he! He was wearing the No. 8 jersey!

The game continued, and the suffocating defense made the attack of Forty-two Middle School look so incompetent and pale. The only outcome of the attack that could not be hit was a fast attack. The small Zhai Yong suddenly made a sudden pass, Yan Yufeng and Gaoyuan ran in and out. The three of them seemed to be performing, passing the basketball in front of the 42nd Squadron returning to defense, and scored like juggling.

Qin Lan could no longer feel excited. She was following the names of Yan Yufeng, Gao Yuan and Zhai Yong without any support, and cursed in her heart: Can't you be a little kinder? It's already 23 to 8, why do you still kill like this?

"Brush!" Yan Yufeng shook for a moment, pulled away Wang Shang, who was already a little exhausted, got up and jumped up to shoot, and the ball quickly shot into the basket.

Yan Yufeng jumped on the ground a few times, waved his hand, slapped the plateau that was walking over, and ran back.

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"Wow!" Feng Jing bent down and looked at the ground with sweat drippingly, and the sweat drippingly remained.

"My God! It's too strong, I can't resist it at all!" Feng Jing thought to himself in frustration.

"Let's go, let's get it back next quarter!" Li Chuan, the same hard-working center, comforted Feng Jing, who had taken on the offensive task in the whole quarter, and said very well.

Feng Jing turned his head and looked at his teammates who were drinking water while resting, and suddenly laughed: "Anyway, we might as well take out all our strengths and let the people of No. 12 Middle School see that our No. 42 Middle School is not vegetarian!"

Li Chuan was silent for a while, and his tone suddenly became firm: "You can't let them play like this, we must fight back!"

"Yes! Let's make a comeback in the second quarter!" Feng Jing stood up and said with an equally firm expression.

"Good job, I will practice troops here and practice other tactics when I rest in the next quarter," Wang Xuechao clapped and said with great interest.

Yan Yufeng and Gao Yuan looked at each other, laughed, sat casually on the ground, picked up the water cup handed over by Qin Lan, and drank it in big mouthfuls.

Everyone is very interested. The strength of Forty-two Middle School is the same as expected, and the attack and defense are average. It is naturally very easy to play against such a team.

At the rest seat of Forty-First Middle School, less than 20 meters away from No. 12 Middle School, Zheng Xing did not fall behind 17 points at all. He patted and said, "Everyone has worked hard in this quarter. Everyone has seen the strength of No. 12 Middle School, which is stronger than before. This is certain, but I hope everyone can see and see around. This is our home court. More than 3,000 alumni are shouting for you here to show the majesty of our No. 42 Middle School. Next quarter, I need you to perform better! Do you have confidence?"

"Yes!" Feng Jing shouted.
To be continued...