Bloody Battle Four (Four)

"Are you still playing? I want to drink water!" Sun Ming ran to a big tree with his upper body naked, holding the basketball in his arms, enjoying the coolness of the moment, looking at the stadium under the scorching sun, and gasping for Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng wiped the sweat from his body and stretched out his two thin legs. He did not answer his good friend's words and said, "My legs have been hurting recently. I can't explain the pain clearly! It's weird!"

"Oh, is that right? You didn't take the wrong medicine?" Sun Ming immediately turned over and stared at his good friend with wide eyes.

"No!" Yan Yufeng thought for a while and shook his head.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a few days. Maybe you are growing your body! My mother said that if your feet hurt, you will grow your feet, your hands hurt, you will grow your hands, and your heartache will be over! Haha````````````````````````````` Sun Ming said in frighteningly.

"Go to you!" Yan Yufeng wiped away the sweat that had just come out of his body and said, "How long have we learned basketball?"

Sun Ming bent his fingers and said, "It's almost a year!"

"It's been a year! Our level is so delicious, alas, "Ah," Yan Yufeng suddenly remembered that he was beaten 5 to zero yesterday without mercy, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm so tall. There was one in the group yesterday that was almost 1.8 meters tall. It was so tall! I saw him like a mountain, dark!" Sun Ming said while comparing.

"I went to measure my height yesterday. I was 1.65.5 meters tall, almost 1.66 meters tall!" Yan Yufeng suddenly became interested and said happily as he looked at his good friend.

"Ah! You're going to measure your height again. Are you annoying? You'll go there a few days. Didn't you say you were 1.65.3 a few days ago? Why did you grow 2 mm again?" Sun Ming immediately widened his eyes and opened his mouth and nagged.

"I like it, who wants you to annoy you!" Yan Yufeng was beaten up and turned around.

"You can't even deduct it, and you don't even look at how high the basket is!" Sun Ming continued to attack in anger.

"Anyway, I will definitely dunk in the future! Sure!" Yan Yufeng waved his little hand and said firmly.

"Tsk````````````````` You can't even touch the rebound!" Sun Ming immediately rolled his eyes.

"You ``````````````````!" Yan Yufeng widened his eyes and said, "Anyway, you are not as good as me!"

Sun Ming jumped up and pointed at himself and said, "That's because I'm three centimeters shorter than you!"

"Just know!" Yan Yufeng shrank his feet and retreated under the protection of the tree shade.

Sun Ming exhaled, but after a while, he immediately returned to his smirk and leaned against Yan Yufeng, saying, "Do you think we will grow taller?"

"Of course I can, I don't know you!" Yan Yufeng ignored Sun Ming's compromise.

"You `````````````! I can grow even if you grow. Let's take a look!" Sun Ming vowed not to pay attention to Yan Yufeng first, moved down and leaned against the other side of the big tree, thinking hatefully: Isn't it because you have money to buy water? Otherwise! I am not afraid of you anymore!

The sun slowly went down, and the stadium gradually became cooler, and most of the half had already disappeared.

Sun Ming shook his dizzy head and said, "Afeng, I'll ask you a question!"

"Say!" Yan Yufeng was a little sleepy after lying for so long.

"What do you think of basketball is the most exciting and exciting!"

Yan Yufeng did not answer immediately. He saw the scene in the Power Stadium in early October last year. No. 11 flew high, smashed the ball into the small iron circle with both hands, and then landed, yelling at everyone, yelling something.

I didn't know what I was thinking at that time, but I just thought I was flying so beautifully. He stood in the center of the stadium and shouted, "No one dared to speak, and they were all sitting blankly, so arrogant and majestic!"

I want to be like him too!

Since then, I have started practicing basketball, and gradually, I have started to fall in love with basketball. It has been a year since then.

"Afeng, what are you thinking?"

"I think the most exciting thing is the dunk. When others are happiest, a dunk makes all of them shut their mouths and stand there. Everyone can watch, and you can't speak and shout alone! That feeling is really good!" Yan Yufeng said slowly, his eyes flashing with a luster of yearning and desire.

"Tsk```````````````` You are thinking about it again. Yesterday you were still thinking about making moves to dunk. Now you can't even touch the board and want to dunk. Afeng, why do you always think about this every day?" Sun Ming looked at Yan Yufeng's excited and intoxicated expression in surprise and said worriedly.

"I will do it! You can wait and see!" Yan Yufeng suddenly stood up, looked up at the sky with his arms wide open, shouting, "I will do it!"

"I did it!" Yan Yufeng opened his eyes, the past flashed one by one from front of his eyes, and he murmured in a low voice.

Looking at the people in the stands coldly, Yan Yufeng raised his head and ran towards his half.

The plateau jumped out and shouted: "How did you deduct it? Did you create it yourself?"

"It's not bad!" Yan Yufeng smiled.

"He's so handsome!" Wang Zhiquan hugged Yan Yufeng from behind and answered first.

"Everyone goes back to the competition, the competition has just begun!" Wang Xuechao endured the excitement in his heart and waved his hand to let everyone disperse first.

He patted Yan Yufeng's shoulder vigorously, and Wang Xuechao smiled and said, "Fight well! Fight out the majesty of our No. 12 Middle School!"

"I understand, coach!" Yan Yufeng nodded and walked back to the court.

The stands gradually recovered a little bit of anger. The students from No. 4 Middle School slowly woke up from the shock just now and whispered to everything they saw just now.

"The incredible jumping power is really right today!" Chen Dingjun took a deep breath, tried hard to calm his emotions, and couldn't wait to lift the telescope again.

Tang Chaohui was still shaking his head, as if he didn't believe what he had just seen. He suddenly turned to look at Mo Feng, hugged him, and shouted: "Thank you!"

Mo Feng was a little confused by Tang Chaohui and hurriedly said, "Captain, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Chaohui let go of his hands and looked at Mo Feng: "Do you know? This is the most elegant and beautiful dunk I have seen in my life! If you didn't tell me today, I would have lost this opportunity! Thank you!" After saying that, I wanted to hug him again, but Mo Feng was prepared to dodge him and shouted: "Captain, are you still awake now?"

"I'm very sober. He is a very strong opponent. Although I have never seen how powerful Ye Changfeng in Tiegang is, I decided to guarantee that this No. 8 is stronger! This year's league is really interesting!" Tang Chaohui suddenly became solemn, with an excited light flashing in his eyes.

"Not bad! This is stronger than Ye Changfeng!" Huang Fei, who had seen Ye Changfeng with his own eyes, said affirmatively.

"If the night wind is light and elegant, Qi Zhenglie's football style is strong and strong, and Yan Yufeng has the style of the two of them. He is strong and elegant, and there is a brutal force in the light and explosive power, it is so perfect!" Huang Fei continued to sigh.

"I still don't believe my eyes!" Long Dahai covered his eyes.

"Yeah````````````````````! Qi Zhenglie, I love you!" A shocking cry suddenly broke out around him.

Huang Fei's body trembled and blurted out: "No. 4 is finally on the court!"

"Here you come! It's going to start a dragon-tiger battle!" Long Dahai nodded.

"Looking forward! Mo Feng, who will you bet on winning?" Tang Chaohui said.

"Yan Yufeng!" Mo Feng said firmly without any hesitation.

Wang Xuechao watched No. 4 walk into the field with murderous intent, his eyelids jumped and he said to himself: "It's going to fight!"

Liu Weixin started to jump again: The exciting time is coming again!

Yan Yufeng raised his eyebrows and watched Lie walk in. When Lie just walked in front of him, he said, "Come on!"

"Here you come!" Lie's face was calm and there was a huge explosive power hidden.

"Okay!" Yan Yufeng turned around and walked away.

When the ball came to Lie's hands, the howling shouts of the whole audience became even louder. You can feel the power of the sound wave almost anywhere in the Feixiang Arena.

It seemed as if the whole world was cheering for it.

In the eyes of the Fourth Middle School, Lie is the God of Victory. His crazy style of football, his thunderous slam dunk, and his shot to the extreme. Each of them makes everyone in the Fourth Middle School feel that Lie is the God of Guardian of the Fourth Middle School.

Yan Yufeng bent down slightly, bent his knees and spread his weight steadily, looked straight at Lie's murderous eyes, and his right hand came out, and he hooked his hands towards Lie.

Lie's eyes suddenly burst out with fire-like light, and his body suddenly changed. Almost everyone did not see clearly that the lower side of his body changed direction and pointed to the right side of Yan Yufeng.

"What a fast speed!" Huang Fei blurted out.

Tang Chaohui's eyes showed a sense of excitement.

How wonderful and anticipated it is to compete with two such powerful opponents!

Yan Yufeng stepped on one side and stepped on his left foot, blocking Lie's rushing momentum. Lie turned around immediately, then jumped up, raised his hand and shot, and the ball reached towards the basket with almost no arc.

"Pu!" The ball rubbed strongly through the net, making a rapid sound.

"Yeah````````````````!" The audience burst into cheers.

"Stop me!" Lie roared at Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng's mouth twitched for a moment, turned around and ran towards the frontcourt.

After pick-and-roll, Yan Yufeng caught the ball and broke in with a low body.

Wu Yang and Cao Hui quickly stuck all their ways.

Yan Yufeng suddenly paused, turned around and jumped up. Cao Hui jumped up sideways and tried to cover it.

Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with cunning expressions, but his raised hand shrank down, and his low hand actually passed between Wu Yang and Cao Hui.

Xiang Jie magically appeared under the basket on the right, steadily caught the ball from Yan Yufeng, and easily jumped up and hit the ball into the basket.

"Good ball!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand vigorously. Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie could always play some wonderful cooperation at the basket, passing and receiving, and such a touching relationship!

Haha! It seems that it is true that Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie are on the court at the same time.

23 to 17.

The scores opened again.

Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie attacked each other, and Zhai Yong next to him shouted: "What a beautiful cooperation!"

"Let's go, they're about to serve!" Yan Yufeng shouted and took the lead in running back.

All the players followed him and quickly returned to defend in the half.

Wang Xuechao in the distance nodded with relief. The plateau was not there, and Yan Yufeng had a spontaneous self-bearing all obligations and command responsibilities.

The soul of the twelve of the future!
To be continued...