"Okay! Wang Shang, you did a good job. It's not your fault that No. 8 can get so many points. You can rest, Haoran, Yuelong, you performed well. Now you have tried your best. Take a break, rest, go up next quarter, Gao Jin, you go up!" Zheng Xing cheered up his team members one by one. Suddenly, the depressed and depressed morale of No. 42 Middle School immediately rose. From their eyes, Zheng Xing saw Yu Wang who was eager to fight, and couldn't help but think: Wang Xuechao, I won't let you win so easily! Wait for the real strength of No. 42 Middle School!

"Dou!" The referee blew the whistle of the second quarter.

The players of both teams went on stage one after another. Xiang Jie replaced Li Feng, Hu Yang replaced Zhai Yong, Wang Zhiquan and Long Guang, and Cao Tao also replaced Han Dazhu. Zheng Xing was stunned when he saw it, but immediately laughed and said to himself: "The substitute lineup, look down on us so much, haha, let you eat what it means to underestimate the enemy."

Zheng Xing suddenly clapped his palms and shouted, "Get me hard, beat me harder, let everyone see what your strength is!"

Feng Jing and his party looked at each other and replied in unison: "I understand!"

Forty-two midfielder attacked. After a few passes, Gao Jin suddenly made a big breakthrough, threw Hu Yang away, and bravely penetrated into the inside. Xiang Jie had already played with Gao Jin for a game. He knew that Gao Jin should probably pass the ball, so he didn't stick it up very quickly. He just took a slight step to the right and focused on Feng Jing.

Gao Jin broke into the inside alone, suddenly made a three-step layup, and then took the ball to the direction of Feng Jing. Xiang Jie, who had already noticed, shouted loudly, accelerated and rushed forward, trying to steal it from it.

Gao Jin's eyes showed a cunning look, and his hand who was sending the ball shrank back. At the same time, he took the third step, shouted loudly, jumped up and raised his right hand, and bravely held the ball to the basket in front of Cao Tao and Xiang Jie.

Only then did Xiang Jie realize that he was fooled, he roared, rushed forward, and jumped up to seal it.

"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle. At the same time, the basketball was pulled out from Gao Jin's hand, wiped it off the rebound, and fell into the basket.

"Yeah!" the audience shouted.

Score three points! Gao Jin landed on the ground with a little unstable center of gravity. Feng Jing came over and hugged him, shouting: "Good job!"

Xiang Jie waved his hand in hatred and realized that he was too impulsive just now.

Gao Jin had already jumped up and he still went up to block it. This was an obvious foul action, damn it! Xiang Jie thought hatefully.

Wang Xuechao on the sidelines dissatisfied and thought to himself: "Xiang Jie has no experience after all, how can such a ball be handled like this?

The ball was easily forced into the ball, which caused another cheer.

The score became 25 to 11.

After half of the game, Wang Zhiquan ran out to meet him. Hu Guang glanced at him with a rough look and passed it rashly.

A figure flashed by, the ball responded and changed direction, falling in the half of the 12th No. 12th No. 2.

Hu Guang was shocked and looked closely. Gao Jin was again.

Damn it! Huyang shouted and chased after him.

Gao Jin was very fast, and he had already reached the basket after a few steps. He consciously took it to the right outside line, and the Populus and Long Guang behind him unconsciously surrounded him.

Seeing this, Gao Jin smiled, raised his hand and passed it to the left.

Hu Yang was shocked again and turned his head to look. Feng Jing had already inserted it at high speed, caught Gao Jin's pass just right, and did not stop at all. He drove the ball forward and immediately came to the basket, raised his feet and jumped, held the ball with both hands, and dunked heavily.

"Yeah````````````````!" The audience burst into shouts again, "Feng Jing, Feng Jing`````````````````````````` the girl chorus suddenly rang again.

"Damn it!" Wang Xuechao danced vigorously to vent his dissatisfaction.

Qin Lan, who was behind, showed an unknown smile on her face.

25 to 13.

Hu Yang raised his hand and shouted: "My fault!"

Everyone didn't say anything, just took pictures of Huyang and said that they had nothing to do and quickly rushed to the front court.

After several passes, the ball was hanging to Xiang Jie who was standing under the basket. After Xiang Jie received the ball, he immediately turned around and raised his hand to shoot. A black shadow flew over. With a "punch", the basketball smashed out fiercely.

"Scream!" Feng Jing sang Xiang Jie's ball out, shouted and stood on the inside.

"Dou!" The referee signaled that it was the ball from 12.

Xiang Jie looked at the basketball that was rolling to the sidelines with unwillingness, his face suddenly turned red, and he stood back silently and waited for the serve.

The ball was sent out from Hu Yang's hand, and Long Guang made a gesture as soon as he received the ball. Wang Zhiquan immediately ran out from the other side and made a pick-and-roll to block Haoran who was defending Long Guang.

Haoran shouted: "Repair the defense!"

Long Guang shook Hao away and rushed in. When he saw Feng Jing and Li Chuan's double-team, he turned around and turned around and passed the ball back. Wang Zhiquan had already been waiting in the pick-and-roll place for a long time. After receiving the ball, he threw the ball steadily without anyone's interference.

"Brush!" The ball enters the net with hollow.

Liu Wei couldn't help but shout, "Good ball!"

Wang Xuechao glanced at him, pursed his lips, and said in his heart: This time he called cooperation!

27 to 13, the score opened again.

The ball was quickly sent out, and Gao Jin obviously saw that the return speed of the 12th Middle School was slow. He threw a strong pass and flew directly over the half-court and flew towards the empty frontcourt of the 12th Middle School.

A figure flashed out and almost caught the ball before returning to defense, Huyang, who was the fastest, rushed to the basket without hesitation.

"I want to make a layup, but I have no way!" Hu Yang shouted in his heart, and he was angry and chased after him with all his strength.

As a shooting guard, Feng Kun didn't score a single point in the first quarter, and only I knew the anger in his heart. I would never give up this opportunity. Feng Kun looked at the basket getting closer and closer and bravely made a three-step layup.

"Beep!" The referee's whistle sounded again. At the same time, Feng Kun also shouted and reluctantly pushed the ball out under Hu Yang's pushman behind him.

The ball hit the rebound, then landed on the basket, stumbled and bounced a few times, and finally couldn't hold on with the murderous eyes of the whole game and fell into the basket.

"Yeah````````````````````!" The entire forty-two middle school students shouted again.

He scored another three-pointer! Damn it! Wang Xuechao shook his hand in hatred, turned his head to look at him and said, "Plateau, prepare to go on stage!"

The ball was sent out from Feng Kun and bounced on the basket. It didn't hit the free throw and fell out.

Cao Tao looked up at the basketball and flew towards him. He raised his hand in joy and prepared to catch the ball. He appeared with one hand horizontally on his head, gently touched the basketball, and then plucked it down again, pushing the ball outside Cao Tao's range. Cao Tao's heart chills and turned around to look.

It’s Fengjing again!

After Feng Jing took the ball, he didn't make any fake moves at all, and he jumped and shot. How could Cao Tao make him so relaxed? He just opened his hand and covered it.

"Bang!" It was the sound of the thug. The whistle immediately rang, and the ball? He played with his heartbeat on the ring again. He shook his eyes a few times, and finally felt that it was meaningless. He fell into the basket and fell into the basket.

"What's wrong! Have you been possessed by evil?"

Wang Xuechao yelled at the field on the sidelines regardless of his coach's identity.

Another three-pointer.

In just one minute, Twelve Outlets actually made three consecutive fouls and were scored three consecutive three-pointers.

Zhai Yong threw the water cup in his hand to the ground and cursed: "Damn, it's so evil!"

Yan Yufeng didn't say anything, quietly looking at Feng Jing on the field. At this moment, Feng Jing looked excited and crazy. When looking at other players, he was determined and fearless. He couldn't help but shake his head, suddenly laughed, and said in a voice that he could only hear: "It's interesting!"

Gao Yuan's face became serious at this time, stood up, wiped his face with a towel, walked to the statistics table, and prepared to go on stage.

Long Guang was replaced, with a look of depression on his face. Li Feng greeted him, took a photo of him, and said, "It's okay! They just get angry occasionally!"

The game was caught and the players of Forty-two Middle School now seemed to take stimulants, and they rushed to the inside with the ball.

Because everyone knows that after which team fouls 4 times in a quarter, they will be free throws regardless of any form of foul. Therefore, everyone in the 12th is careful and try to avoid physical contact.

So, everyone's defense seemed a little useless, and Wang Xuechao was so angry that he was a little helpless. He didn't know the reason.

The students in the audience also clearly saw that the home team began to launch a counterattack, and the loud drums were loud. As long as the No. 12 Middle School got the ball, they began to boo. The offense of No. 42 Middle School was to cheer up loudly. Every player's touching ball would be called to the name by the students. Suddenly, the overwhelming advantage and momentum achieved by No. 12 Middle School in the first quarter were all reversed, and the atmosphere of the whole venue reached a new climax.

"Beep!" The referee's voice sounded again, and Wang Xuechao's heart was shocked. He quickly raised his eyes to look at the referee's gesture, and his heart was chilled when he saw it.

The referee pointed to Gaoyuan, made the gesture of No. 11, and then put his hands on his hips to judge Gaoyuan to block the foul!

The students in the audience immediately started shouting, and several students shouted together: "Punish him, punish him!"

Wang Xuechao became popular and rushed to the referee standing next to him and asked: "This ball is clearly a collision, how can we block it! Do you see clearly?"

The referee turned his head and raised his hand to sit down Wang Xuechao, then turned to the statistics table and waved his hand, pointed at Wang Xuechao, and actually judged Wang Xuechao to make a technical foul! Shi Guang next to him saw that something was wrong, and immediately dragged Wang Xuechao back.

"Dou!" The referee signaled the free throw twice, then signaled to continue to make a technical foul and once, and the ball was still from 42.

Zheng Xing, who was standing far away, patted his feet and laughed: "Wang Xuechao, you have today too!"

Feng Jing did not waste any chance, and made three free throws and three moves. Then, while serving the sideline ball, he took advantage of his momentum and shot a three-pointer from the three-point line.

The ball fell into the basket with a beautiful arc very simply.

"Yeah!!!!!!!" The audience burst into shouts again.

Feng Jing roared, turned around and waved his hand toward Jian, shouting loudly: "Do you know who I am? I am Feng Jing No. 20! See clearly!"

"Fengjing, Fengjing!``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` chorus was played again, but this time, it was a chorus of men and women!

Wang Xuechao felt a dark feeling in front of him, and he looked at the scoreboard-25 to 23.

He actually recovered it, 15 points in a row???

Liu Wei shook his head, looked at the 12 Middle School player with a frustrated expression on his face, and thought to himself: I was still a little stunned! I have no experience! How can I play like this in such a game! Alas!

My heart suddenly changed and I couldn't help but feel happy again: It seems that No. 8 is going to play again! The opportunity is here!

Sitting in the noisy crowd, Qin Yan silently silenced, looking at everyone's expressions like a virgin. Basketball? It really has such a great charm. Look, everyone is crazy about their team's performance just now. The expression on their faces completely read: "Crazy"!

Looking at Feng Jing's excited and deformed face, at this moment, Qin Yan suddenly felt that he was not annoying at all. At this time, when standing on this stadium, Feng Jing had become a hero, a hero of forty-two!

Alas! He is? Qin Yan couldn't help but look at him sitting alone on the sidelines to rest. He stayed there quietly with his face on his back, not panic at all, as if he was watching a game.

What are you thinking? Qin Yan can't help but become crazy.

Feng Jing, you did not disappoint me. The game will not be boring at all! Yan Yufeng looked at the crazy faces of the audience and the noisy curses, and a smile appeared on his cold face: It’s interesting, the game has just begun to become interesting now.

Long Guang walked over and said softly: "Yan Yufeng, the coach asked you to prepare for the field!"
To be continued...