Yan Yufeng looked up and looked at the time. There were still three minutes left to end the second quarter!

There is still time! Yan Yufeng thought to himself.

"The coach asked me to tell you, beat you hard, don't show mercy!" Long Guang said hatefully. He was originally conveying the coach's meaning, but it could be seen that Long Guang was also annoyed by the crazy away atmosphere.

Yan Yufeng stood up, walked towards the statistics station, and said a sentence from afar: "I understand!"

"Brush!" Feng Kun forced a breakthrough, and under the concerns of Gaoyuan, he squeezed into the basket and scored with the board.

"Yeah```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

Plateau looked at the scoreboard with a little downturn - 25 to 25!

Damn it, what medicine did the Forty-two Middle School take? Is it crazy? Gao Yuan thought hatefully.

"Come on, let's continue to cooperate!" At some point, Yan Yufeng was already standing beside him. Gao Yuan raised his head and looked at Yan Yufeng's calm face. He suddenly calmed down and laughed: "Okay, let's continue to cooperate!"

Yan Yufeng nodded, walked away, and said in the wind: "Pass more balls to me, I want to play singles!"

"Single-only? Good boy!" Gao Yuan repeated his remarks, with a smile on his face.

Qin Yan's heartbeat, he was on the court again! He was on the court again! For some reason, he kept repeating this sentence in his heart, but his eyes were looking at Yan Yufeng standing proudly on the court without blinking.

Qin Lan glanced at Yan Yufeng, turned the pen in her hand in a complicated manner, glanced at the scoreboard, sighed contradictoryly, and lowered her head.

Gao Jin saw Yan Yufeng's appearance, and his heart broke out, touched Feng Jing next to him, and said, "He's on the field!"

Feng Jing looked up at Yan Yufeng with a cold face, and said, "Don't think about anything, just fight whatever you want!"

Gao Jin looked at Feng Jing with confidence, responded loudly like an infection, and shouted to the team members around him: "Come on!"

"Come on!" the team member next to him shouted loudly.

Yan Yufeng turned his head and looked at them with a warlike look on their faces. He suddenly laughed and stopped talking.

Liu Wei became excited and took the camera, and there was only one target, Yan Yufeng!

The ball was sent out, Yan Yufeng stood outside the right three-point line, and the plateau came over. After looking at Yan Yufeng, he opened his hand and passed it over. Yan Yufeng stepped forward, caught the ball steadily, bent down slightly, put the ball on his waist, and watched Feng Kun nervously pounce on him, and suddenly his body shook on his left and right.

Feng Kun immediately moved the center of gravity at high speed to the left and right speed, but could not control his backward two steps backwards.

Yan Yufeng's eyes showed a disdainful expression, and he suddenly dribbled the ball and rushed to the left. The ball almost fell, and his feet took the first step. He integrated the man and the ball, like lightning and thunder, surpassing Feng Kun, who was still unclear what was going on.

Liu Wei, who was sitting under the basket, had an idea flashed through his mind: his first step had definitely reached the international level, too fast, it was like a gust of wind, but his body and the ball were so natural that the referee could not judge whether to walk.

After Yan Yufeng passed Feng Kun, who had no idea what was going on, he stepped to the free throw line in one step. Without any hesitation, he took three layups with the trend. When all the players of the Forty-Two Middle School were awake, Yan Yufeng's speed had reached its peak. Feng Jing and Haoran looked at Yan Yufeng who was alone and rushed into the inside. Suddenly, a stream of blood surged up on his head, and he took a big step forward from the basket at the same time, blocking it regardless of fouls and injuries.

Yan Yufeng had already seen Feng Jing and Haoran's crazy faces in front of him. The blood surging made the first swear word in his life: Go to die!!!!!!

While shouting, Yan Yufeng finally took the third step, jumping up faster than ever before. Without any tricks, Yan Yufeng grabbed the basketball wrapped in his hand high from his right hand and threw it into the basket.

A huge pain came from his body, and Feng Jing and Haoran's upper body immediately hit Yan Yufeng's body. Yan Yufeng shouted in pain, and used even more force on his hands. He thrust his waist, grabbed the ball with his right hand and smashed it hard at the basket that had reached his eyes with the greatest force.

"Clang!" It was the painful moan of the basket. Yan Yufeng felt the basketball hit his face directly after passing through the basket and then flew out. All the pain on his face surged into his heart. Yan Yufeng roared, and the pain turned into more force and poured it into his right hand, pulling the basket heavily.

"Gacha``````````````````````!" The basket was seriously deformed, moaning as if begging.

Yan Yufeng fell down with extreme domineering momentum, half-squatted, looking at the stunned audience in the stands where all their mouths were opened, and Feng Jing and Haoran who were lying on the ground slowly stretched out their right hand to their lips and raised their index finger.

Shut up!!!!!! Yan Yufeng yelled in his heart.

After making the gesture, Yan Yufeng turned around and walked out from the inside line of the 12 Middle School with high hopes.

Wang Xuechao shouted regardless of any face: "Good job!"

Everyone on the bench rushed to the sidelines, waving towels to roar at Yan Yufeng who was gradually walking over without knowing anything.

Gao Yuan hugged him from the side and shouted, "Good stuff!"

Yan Yufeng smiled faintly, covered his pain point and his right hand that had been red all over, and said with pain: "There are better!"

Liu Wei's hands were trembling uncontrollably. The calmness he had when he took the photo just now has collapsed. It's so domineering! Damn, how could there be such a domineering and heavy-slapping in the high school league????

Looking at Feng Jing and Haoran who had already stood up, a burst of numbness rose in their hearts again.

He is definitely a superstar. If this continues, he is definitely a superstar of the emperor! It must be that I finally saw my opportunity! Liu Wei's heart was beating wildly.

Qin Yan covered her mouth, her eyes full of incredible expressions.

The referee was stunned. After a while, he remembered Feng Jing's foul. His mouth trembled a few times before blew the whistle. He pointed at Feng Jing and made a gesture to block the foul.

Yan Yufeng stood in the center of the venue and glanced at the silent audience, shouting in his heart: You shout again! Scream!

Qin Lan closed her eyes and understood that Yan Yufeng's button just now would never be able to forget it in her memory.

At a moment, Qin Lan could no longer remember the night wind, and her eyes were filled with Yan Yufeng's appearance of stretching out his fingers in his mouth!

He was fighting against the whole audience, and he was alone in the audience! Qin Lan thought tremblingly.

Looking at Yan Yufeng standing proudly on the free throw line, Wang Xuechao felt Yan Yufeng's kingly aura for the first time. What is his future? I dare not think about it, I really dare not think about it!

The competition has just begun, and I want all of you to remember me today.

Remember me! Wearing No. 8 Yan Yufeng! Yan Yufeng roared in a low voice.

Rioting the stadium (2)

Great Qin Bingbing

2004.6.17.

This is very similar to Yan Yufeng's dunk. It is Kobe's dunk in the NBA's top ten goals in 2001. Take a look! You will see that Kobe's domineering aura is actually the same as Carter. Who can stop him? In addition to asking God!
Chapter completed!