The King of Beiyang (IV)

"No. 10, Tang Chaohui suddenly changed direction and rushed into the basket. With the attracting two defensive players of the 12th Middle School, he passed the ball very well to Su Hun on the outside. Su Hun took a decisive move and made a three-pointer! With very reasonable cooperation, all the first passes completely tore the defensive position of the 12th Middle School to pieces, and the second half overtook one point 5-4!" Tiekou commented quickly.

"Good ball!" Qin Zheng shouted, with a sigh and curse around him.

Qin Yan looked at Yan Yufeng on the court with concern, but Yan Yufeng seemed not as frustrated as he thought. He even patted the players beside him, said a few words of encouragement, and then sent the ball from the 12th Middle School to start attacking!

Yan Yufeng took Zhai Yong's ball and led it through the half-time alone. He wandered around a few meters away from the three-point line, waiting for the players to take the place.

After a glance, Yan Yufeng passed the ball to Zhai Yong on the outside, and then immediately ran to the inside.

As soon as he stepped into the three-point line, Tang Chaohui, who was still close behind him, suddenly left and actually went to find Xiang Jie. Yan Yufeng was slightly stunned. Suddenly, he felt a strong body behind him leaning against him tightly. He turned his head to look at it and it turned out to be Mo Feng.

Yan Yufeng took a step back, turned around, and ran out of the three-point line.

Mo Feng did not follow him, but Tang Chaohui leaned over, and Xiang Jie was immediately posted by Mo Feng again.

Yan Yufeng gently raised his sword eyebrows and felt that No. 2 Middle School had begun to change its defensive strategy against him!

There was not much time left. After a few fake moves, Zhai Yong had not yet gotten rid of Su Hu's pressing, and he had no choice but to give the ball to Wang Zhiquan at the right three-point line. Wang Zhiquan took the ball and shouted loudly, not afraid of Tong Shan, who was five centimeters taller than him behind him. He raised the ball and made a shooting position. He immediately lowered his body and slapped the ball forward, took a step forward, and immediately came to the three-second area line. Without pause, he jumped and shot.

Tong Shan never expected that this short forward would be so arrogant. After squeezing away, he shouted angrily, jumped forward and jumped up to block the block.

The ball had already gone out and hit the upper part of the basket and bounced back on the basket. However, because of its great power, it exploded again, which immediately caused a sigh of lamentation on the stands.

The ball flew in the air, and several pairs of hands were stretched out almost at the same time and flew towards it.

"Ha!" Cao Tao's voice sounded, first of all, he grabbed the ball. After landing, he immediately surrounded him with several pairs of hands, and Cao Tao was immediately trapped in a siege!

"Drink!" Cao Tao let out another roar, struggled to twist his lower body, forced the surrounding person to move away, held the ball on the floor with both hands, and slapped it, turned around and threw it.

"Bang!" A black shadow flashed in front of Cao Tao, and the ball flying upward suddenly screamed in pain and flew out in a different direction.

"Fuck!" Fang Tao finally breathed a sigh of relief after Cao Tao grabbed the frontcourt rebound.

A black shadow passed by Zhai Yong, and a huge snow-white No. 9 appeared in his eyes. What followed him was not only Zhai Yong's anger, but also the basketball that fell to him that originally belonged to him.

"Damn!" Zhai Yong yelled, aroused by Su Hun's performance and tried his best to chase him.

Xiang Jie, who fell to the end, also turned around and ran towards his half, while the other players, from No. 12 and No. 2, began to run wildly.

A fast break began like this.

"You can't catch up!" Qin Zheng saw No. 5 of No. 12 Middle School chased Su, and said disdainfully.

You know, I discovered Su Wu in the track and field team. His speed of 100 meters will never be inferior to that of a professional track and field player and the length of a basketball court. Once he is forced to make a comeback, who can catch up?

With a few strokes, Zhai Yong behind him felt hopeless. Looking at Su Wu who had already stepped into the three-point line, and when he was still half a circle, Zhai Yong screamed helplessly.

In the end, Xiang Jie, who has become the first one, has immediately become the only hope to block Su Wu. Everyone has set their sights of hope on the running Xiang Jie.

Su Hu shouted loudly and rushed to the basket with three steps.

"Disillusion!" Xiang Jie's angry shout rang behind Su Hu.

Yan Yufeng, who was on guard, felt relieved and Xiang Jie finally caught up!

A sneer flashed in Su Wu's eyes. Under Xiang Jie's drag, he held the ball up and moved to his left hand. Suddenly, he shook and threw the ball towards the basket in a hurry!

"Not good!" Yan Yufeng shouted.

A flying figure explained why Yan Yufeng shouted like this.

Tang Chaohui once again glanced at the basketball that was already churning in the air, adjusted his pace, and suddenly jumped up with his feet, caught the basketball that just flew to the top of the right side of the basket, thrust his waist, and poured the ball into the basket with great force.

"Yeah```````````````````````````!" Jinwu shouted loudly.

"After the 12th Middle School failed to attack, the 2nd Middle School launched a wonderful fast attack, caught the basketball thrown by Su Kuang, and the most valuable player of Beiyang, Tang Chaohui, jumped up tacitly, and gave the 12th Middle School basket a harsh and ravaged it!

7 to 4!

Kings No. 2 Middle School began to show why it can dominate Beiyang's powerful strength!" Tiekou shouted loudly.

"Fuck!" Xiang Jie bent down and picked up the ball, screaming angrily.

"It's okay! Let's come again, the competition has just begun!" Yan Yufeng had already arrived next to Xiang Jie and said in a deep voice.

"Yeah!" Xiang Jie handed the ball to the referee, then took the basketball from the referee and threw it to Yan Yufeng, saying.

"Play a steadily!" Yan Yufeng dribbled the ball after halftime and Gao Yang began to direct loudly.

Wang Zhiquan and others began to run frequently, pulling the defender, intending to pull out the gap.

Second Middle School was unmoved at all and still used joint defense to deal with it.

Yan Yufeng was walking around the outside line with the ball, while Tang Chaohui was tightly covering Yan Yufeng at the three-point line.

Wang Zhiquan and Zhai Yong's pick-and-rolls did not work. Seeing that the 24-second attack time was about to come, Yan Yufeng bit his steel teeth! He shook behind him, accelerated and changed direction and took a parallel to the right, and suddenly jumped up and took action.

The ball hit the basket and exploded, and Fang Tao grabbed it with one hand.

Yan Yufeng looked at the basketball in Fang Tao's hand tightly, and turned around and ran towards his half.

"Damn it!" Sun Ming cursed, and Fang Xiang next to him looked unwilling!

Matsuko's brows began to frown and her expression began to become serious.

The pressure brought to Yan Yufeng by 1.95 meters is extraordinary. Facing the tall and quick-responsive Tang Chaohui, Yan Yufeng is not easy to get rid of. If this continues, the 12th Middle School will need to be beaten again. After frozen Yan Yufeng, the 12th Middle School is equivalent to a person who is about to die with only one breath, so he can only wait for the whistle to end the game!

Yan Yufeng, you have to work hard!

Wang Xuechao's brows had already frowned, and he took a step back and forth in annoyance.

Yan Yufeng! Now I can only see you!

Wang Xuechao prayed secretly.

"Haha, I thought about this level of Tang Chaohui? How could it be so easy!" Qin Zheng laughed loudly, his face full of pride.

"Dad! Sister is from No. 12 Middle School!" Qin Yan couldn't help it anymore and spoke.

"Oh, hehe, I forgot, No. 12 Middle School is actually not bad, it's already great to be able to fight No. 2 Middle School like this!" Qin Zheng saw the baby girl angry, and then saw his wife's dark face, and immediately changed his mouth.

"Hmph!" Qin Yantou was angry once, hummed, turned his head to look at Yan Yufeng on the field, and prayed in his heart.

Yan Yufeng, don’t be angry, come on!

"Oh!" The audience who supported No. 12 Middle School sighed again.

"Beautiful, this year's newcomer king winner Yan Yufeng failed to make a shot, No. 2 Middle School launched another fast attack. No. 9 Su Hun, No. 10 Tang Chaohui, No. 13 Tong Shan finally formed a three-for-two situation, and Tong Shan easily scored!"

shouted Jinkou.

9 to 4.

"The Dark Horse No. 12 Middle School seems to have no activity at the beginning, so the players, including their core newcomer Wang Yanyufeng, also seem to be in poor condition. It has been three minutes since the start of the game, and the score has been opened by five points! It seems that after losing the shooting guard Gao Yuan and the main center Han Dazhu, the dark horse of the 12 Middle School has faded a lot!" Tiekou said.

"Well, it's good. To this day, it can be seen that Tang Chaohui has completed the task of defending Yan Yufeng well, and is also very outstanding in offense. He has scored 4 points, one rebound, and a second assist. He is worthy of being the most valuable player in Beiyang!" Jinzui sighed.

"Now it depends on how the 12th Middle School is unable to attack and cannot defend! If this continues, the 12th Middle School will agree soon!" Tiekou judged.

"It should be like this, oh, the 12th Middle School has served the ball, let's see how the attack is this time!" Jin said.

Yan Yufeng passed the ball to Zhai Yong, and he immediately got into the inside line. Sure enough, Mo Feng immediately came over, and Tang Chaohui also ran towards Xiang Jie. Yan Yufeng turned around and finally understood the tactical intention of No. 2 Middle School.

"Come on! Let me see if you, Mo Feng, have the strength to defend me!" Yan Yufeng shouted in his heart, took a big step to the right, suddenly sinking down, standing on the side stance, pinching Mo Feng's body with his right hand, then holding up his left hand high and reaching out to ask for the ball.

Zhai Yong was stunned for a moment and still hung the ball over.

Yan Yufeng looked at the ball coming, thrust his body, crossed his right foot backward, spanned his left foot forward, and leaned his left hand upward, steadily catching the ball.

"Idols have to play singles and pull the basket!" Fang Xiang, who was very impressed by the last fierce battle against Tiegang, saw Yan Yufeng catch the ball in the inside and screamed excitedly.

"Look back, hit him, hit him!" the piglet and the monkey shouted.

Sun Ming stood up and stared at him.

All those who followed Yan Yufeng's eyes widened. All the audience who had watched Yan Yufeng's last game poked their necks. All their eyes were shot at Yan Yufeng who was standing at the three-second zone line and Mo Feng behind him.

The former appointment is finally about to happen!

Yan Yufeng held the ball in both hands, shook his body left and right, and felt the powerful aura coming from behind Mo Feng.

Like a mountain!

A cold light burst out in Yan Yufeng's eyes!

With his right foot as the support point, Yan Yufeng suddenly turned half a circle to the right, raised the ball and shot it in a stance. Mo Feng behind him shouted loudly, but did not jump up. Instead, he took another step forward while Yan Yufeng turned around and squeezed Yan Yufeng to death.

Yan Yufeng shouted, squatted, slapped the ball with his left hand, and his body arched into a bow and squeezed towards Mo Feng.

After Yan Yufeng cut down with all his strength, Mo Feng took a small step, then grabbed Yan Yufeng's waist with one hand, held the other high in front of him, spread his legs to form a horse stance, steadily blocking Yan Yufeng's attack.

No time!

Yan Yufeng shouted in his heart.

He bit the steel teeth, and half turned around and retreated his left foot, kicked his right foot, and Yan Yufeng was finally about to lean back.

Mo Feng roared, his feet changed their bow steps, stepped forward with his right foot, jumped up with all his strength, and reached out to cover.

He took a deep breath, thrust his waist, his upper body slanted, and his left foot finally left the ground, and his whole body suddenly fell backwards at a 45-degree angle with the ground.

Mo Feng's huge palm slowly moved away from him, and his firm and cold face slowly blurred in front of him. Yan Yufeng shouted lightly, his wrist trembled, and the ball flew into the void.

Matsuko stood up and looked at the basketball flying in the air.

Wang Xuechao also stood up straight and stared at the orange basketball.

Qin Yanqing couldn't help but let out a sound, leaned upward, and looked at the basketball with big eyes.

Cao Hui also shouted, his eyes widening!

A high school student actually leans back, but his posture is so elegant!

Jinzui Tiekou also widened his eyes and looked at the basketball. He couldn't help but hold the microphone on the table tightly and lift it up.

The audience held their breath and watched.
To be continued...