Good thing!

Yan Yufeng, you are the well-deserved leader of the Twelve Middle School!

When I turned around, I saw the plateau standing there, with an excited look on my face, and there was a hint of admiration in my expression.

yes!

Yan Yufeng, you have begun to make us worship you.

Qin Zheng sat there blankly, looking at the group of players who were in a daze, trembling, but didn't say anything.

Cao Hui finally returned to normal. He looked at the secretary who was still staring at the big screen. The corners of his mouth cracked and showed a hint of a happy smile.

"It's him! No. 8!"

Cao Hui whispered to himself in a happy way.

It seemed that because of Yan Yufeng's shocking dunk, all the players in the No. 2 Middle School began to change their mentality, and their movements were a little unnatural. Even their soul Tang Chaohui seemed to have taken away his soul. Once, he did not catch the ball steadily. Fortunately, Su Xu arrived in time and grabbed the ball back at Zhai Yongqi.

"What are you doing?" Long Dahai shouted loudly on the sidelines.

"A bunch of bastards!" Long Dahai roared loudly regardless of his image as a coach.

“Yeah``````!”

The audience cheered again.

Xiang Jie took Zhai Yong's hitting the earth, slapped the ball, took a big step, and dunked the ball with both hands!

"roar!"

Xiang Jie, who fell down, shouted loudly, and threw his right hand hard, as if he was venting.

"Good job!" Yan Yufeng rushed over and hugged the excited Xiang Jie.

"Hehe, you have a lottery, so I naturally have to show some skills!" Xiang Jie laughed.

"While the Second Middle School has not recovered, let's play a few more! Chase the score before the end of the first quarter!" Yan Yufeng looked up at the score card in the east and said.

8 to 11.

Only 3 points away!

"Yeah! Listen to you, leader!" Xiang Jie laughed.

"Leader?" Yan Yufeng was startled.

"Yes! Our leader!" Xiang Jie ran back and blinked at Yan Yufeng when he came back.

"Haha, the strange title, but it feels pretty good!" Yan Yufeng shook his head with a smile, and ran back.

Everyone started to go crazy, and everyone tried their best to defend. As long as anyone from the second middle school got the ball, someone rushed over and defended desperately.

Everyone who wants to enter the inside line is resisted tightly outside, with no blocking contact between the body, competition between the bulging muscles, and the communication of sweat and mixing falling, and everyone is proving their brave heart.

To lose, you have to fight to the last bit of strength!

We are the 12th Middle School!

"clang!"

The gong sounded at the statistics station with 24 seconds of attack time.

"Damn it!"

Long Dahai threw down the mineral water bottle in his hand. He was always calm and could not bear it anymore.

King No. 2 Middle School was forced into this shape by Twelve Middle School!

asshole!

"Good job!" Everyone slammed each other, congratulating and encouraging each other!

Looking at the sweat flowing from each other's faces and gasping for breath, they burst into laughter.

"Come on, let me fuck him another second-tier second-tier ticket!" Yan Yufeng raised his hand with a loud shout.

"Yes!" everyone shouted in unison.

The ball was passed in Zhai Yong and Wang Zhiquan's hands, and Yan Yufeng ran around on a large scale, holding Tang Chaohui and Mo Feng chasing behind him. Seeing their panic handover and repairing defenses, Yan Yufeng sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Do you want to defeat me by relying on this?

Yan Yufeng ran into the inside again, Mo Feng hurriedly came over, Tang Chaohui turned his head to find Xiang Jie, but was there someone else?

The flying track of the basketball told him.

Zhai Yong understood something in Yan Yufeng's eyes. Just as Yan Yufeng entered the inside line, he suddenly accelerated and rushed to the left. Su Wu was paralyzed by the passing between Zhai Yong and Wang Zhiquan just now, and was immediately thrown away by Zhai Yong.

This half of your body is enough, go ahead!

basketball!

Zhai Yong shook his wrist and the ball suddenly threw it out, and it quickly threw it into the inside line.

Shooting?

Wrong!

A tall figure magically appeared on the right side of the basket, just caught the flying basketball, and shouted with anger. The trembling of the basket and the shaking of the tempered rebound shocked the hearts of the supporters of No. 2 Middle School and all the players and coaches of No. 2 Middle School.

Xiang Jie jumped out of the basket with an ecstasy expression and ran towards Zhai Yong with a laugh.

Yan Yufeng smiled slightly, Mo Feng with a gray face and said, "This move is not effective, you have to change it!"

Mo Feng took a deep breath and knew that he had mistakenly underestimated Xiang Jie's ability!

This guy actually has such good jumping and agility. His size is 1.93 meters tall and happy like a fish in the inside, and his strength is not much different from himself.

Looking at Xiang Jie laughing not far away, feeling his excitement, Mo Feng felt in his heart and thought: I have to find a solution quickly, and the 12th Middle School is about to be crazy.

“Dou````!”

The referee blew the whistle, and Mo Feng turned his head to look at it. It was his team's timeout, sighed, and walked back.

Wang Xuechao hummed with regret and finally forced you to pause the blow!

"here you go!"

Li Feng, Long Guang and others, who were sitting on the bench, shouted.

He poured the water from the water cup on his hot face on his back. Yan Yufeng threw the water cup and shouted: "Water!"

A delicate hand handed a glass of cold water to Yan Yufeng's hand.

Yan Yufeng turned his head to look, Qin Lan's face was flushed, and she was standing in front of him with a glass of water. On her beautiful face, a few fragrant sweat was flowing.

She is working hard too!

Yan Yufeng felt a little moved, and he reached out to take the water cup and whispered: "Thank you!"

Qin Lan's body was shocked. This was the first time Yan Yufeng talked to him like this.

Thanks!

The low and slightly powerful voice roared in my ears.

"Nothing!" Qin Lan felt her heart beating wildly, and a feeling of ecstasy spread throughout her body.

Yan Yufeng turned around and surrounded the coach with his teammates as usual.

Qin Lan stared at the jersey that had been soaked in sweat, with the handsome No. 8 words.

Yan Yufeng, I like you!

Qin Lan said softly in her heart.

I really like you!

Qin Lan once again said affirmatively in her heart.

A few words seem easy, but Qin Lan himself knows how serious he is.

"Everyone played very well. The misaligned defenses of Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie in No. 2 Middle School have begun to loosen. They will definitely have new countermeasures. What I mean is: respond to changes with the same change! Spontaneously change the offensive and defensive strategies on the court according to the opponent's tactical intentions!

All of this is directed by Yan Yufeng!

No problem!" Wang Xuechao glanced at everyone.

"No problem!" Everyone responded immediately.

"Well! Go! Call me another timeout!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand proudly.

"Yes! Coach!" Everyone responded with a loud bang.

"Let's go! Come on, the show has just begun!" Yan Yufeng said in a low voice, but everyone could hear the fearlessness and heroic spirit in their tone.

"On!" all the 12-inch players shouted.

"I don't want to say more. Today is our fourth time standing here to meet the challenge! In the first three times, we experienced the revenge of the old strong team Sunshine. In the third quarter, we were leading by 20. The overall situation has been determined, where is the momentum of rookie Fang Tao alone dominating the basket and 14 points in a row?" Long Dahai looked at Fang Tao coldly and said.

Fang Tao's face was immediately ashamed.

"The second time, Iron Steel, who had run out of nowhere, jumped in front of us. Where did Tang Chaohui go with his own thirty-two points of courage?" Long Dahai shouted.
To be continued...