King of Beiyang (VI)

"Dad, why do people on TV see so many machine guns firing and so many shells explode around them, and they still have to rush forward? Aren't they afraid of death?"

"Silly boy! Yufeng, this is a charge, and the charge has been sounded!"

"Oh, but what does this mean?"

"What does it mean? This means that the battle has begun and there is no way out!"

"Only move forward?"

"Yes, even if there is a rain of bullets in front of you, you must rush forward bravely!"

"What happens if you rush over?"

"victory!"

"victory?"

"Yes! Victory only belongs to brave people! Yufeng! Remember! Victory always belongs to brave people!"

"I understand, dad!"

Dad, although you can't see my game, I want you to understand that your words are correct!

When there were only one minute and thirty-four seconds left in the first quarter, the attack of No. 2 Middle School began to make the players of No. 12 Middle School feel what suffocating!

When No. 2 Middle School stepped into the court after the first timeout, everyone, including more than 9,000 spectators in the audience, felt their madness!

You can hardly receive the ball, because there is always someone behind you tirelessly and crazyly sticking behind you, as if he has already joined you and him!

Terrible and crazy defense!

Yan Yufeng gasped and told himself to persevere. Faced with the crazy counterattack of No. 2 Middle School, his strength was leaking little by little without reservation.

Fast loss!

Don’t waste too much energy on defense, tell yourself, but when you see the opponent’s desperate madness and too much momentum, you can’t help but work hard.

It was the other party's madness that aroused his resistance!

Sweat as much as a cow!

These eight words can be completely placed on Yan Yufeng. Yan Yufeng glanced at the rest mat, but immediately turned back to look at the approaching Tang Chaohui.

Wang Xuechao sighed, and his palms felt wet because they were too tight.

Yan Yufeng! Hold on for another minute!

He looked up at the scoreboard.

18 to 12.

In three minutes, the team relied on Yan Yufeng to break through and split the pass for Zhai Yong, which made Zhai Yong hit a three-pointer. Then Zhai Yong was completely killed by Su Kuo and he didn't even take the ball!

It opened to 6 points again!

Wang Xuechao stamped his feet. He knew that what the players now need is not tactical arrangements, but rest. Even if you can take a breath of air freely, it is good!

This is the game, the real game!

Even breathing becomes a luxury game!

Persist! Twelve Middle School!

“Yeah```!”

Tang Chaohui relied on Mo Feng to pull out the pick-and-roll and made a two-pointer in the right arc.

20 to 12.

Yan Yufeng took a weak breath and was choked by the rapid panting of his chest, and his throat felt a pain and itchy!

"Ahem ````````!

Yan Yufeng coughed loudly, covered his chest and bent down.

"What's wrong!" Xiang Jie saw it immediately and ran over!

"It's okay`````````````````````````` first!" Yan Yufeng couldn't speak.

Xiang Jie saw Yan Yufeng's face that was so red that he was a little red when he was coughing, and immediately stretched his hand to the coach on the sidelines.

When Wang Xuechao squatted down, he felt that it was not a second. When he saw Xiang Jie running up, he immediately raised his hand and immediately signaled.

“Dou````!”

After deliberately throwing the ball out of bounds in the 12th period, the referee signaled to make a substitution.

"What's wrong with Yan Yufeng No. 8? He was replaced by the coach!" Jinzui shouted.

"I don't know, I should have let him rest. The game just now was too intense!"

"Yes! How can one person do five people's work?" Tiekou sighed and looked at Yan Yufeng who was covering his chest and ending up.

"Add to the oil!" Yan Yufeng gasped and said to Long Guang, who had been on the stage, then sat on the chair.

"It's nothing!" Gao Yuan immediately leaned over!

"Cough````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

"No," Yan Yufeng's face was red with coughing and covering his mouth, he spoke to Gao Yuan with difficulty, and even smiled reluctantly.

Gao Press stared at Yan Yufeng's gray face in a daze, and his mouth opened a few times, but he didn't say it!

"Yufeng, is it okay!" Wang Xuechao and Long Guang said a few words, then turned around and asked immediately.

Yan Yufeng smiled hard and said, "I choked, haha, it's okay! Cough``````````````````````````````````````````````````````," and then he couldn't help coughing loudly.

"Stop talking, drink more water!" Wang Xuechao shouted immediately.

Qin Lan brought the water over in panic!

"Thank you!" Yan Yufeng came over the water and said.

"Drink slowly, stop talking, be careful to choke again!" Qin Lan tried hard to calm her tone, but she still felt the trembling of her voice.

"Oh, `````````````!" There was another sigh of relief in the audience. Yan Yufeng immediately raised up and happened to see Mo Feng and Tang Chaohui's high-five congratulations.

"Damn it! The insider can't stand it at all!" Li Feng next to him shouted.

"Don't yell, we insist on not pulling down 12 points in the first quarter! Now the first quarter is coming to an end!" Gao Yuan frowned and said to Li Feng with a comfort and a little lesson.

"Yeah," Li Feng glared at Gao Yuan, sighed, turned his head and stopped talking.

There was silence in the rest seat of No. 12 Middle School, and Kings 2 Middle School was too powerful.

"I didn't go in again!" shouted one person.

Yan Yufeng raised his head again and saw Su Kuozheng rushing over at high speed, and Tang Chaohui and Tong Shan were behind him.

With a few passes, the ball hit Tang Chaohui in the center again.

"scold!"

Tang Chaohui shouted loudly, and shook past Wang Zhiquan who had just run back, made a layup with one hand three steps, jumped up easily and reasonably, and dunked in with one hand.

"Oh shit!"

Li Feng shouted again.

At the same time, Wang Xuechao and Shi Guang beside him shook helplessly and turned around in depression.

The difference is 12 points!

“Dou````````````!”

The referee finally blew the whistle to the end of the first quarter.

Seeing everyone walking towards the rest mat sweating one by one, Yan Yufeng stood up, applauded vigorously, and shouted: "It's okay, good job!"

After patting Zhai Yong's shoulder at the end, Yan Yufeng turned around and returned to his seat, looked at the plateau with a complicated look, and smiled.

Gao Yuan was stunned for a moment. From Yan Yufeng's smile just now, he still felt his confidence.

Yan Yufeng, you have indeed not given up.

Wang Xuechao is quickly arranging the tactics of the beginning of the next section for everyone. Everyone listened carefully. From time to time, a team member would express his own opinions, and Wang Xuechao would immediately explain in detail.

The suspension time soon ended. With the referee's whistle, the 5th tiger of the 12th, with sweat all over his body, stepped onto the court again with a resting body.

"Do you know about racing?" Yan Yufeng suddenly said.

Zhai Yong and others next to them were stunned immediately, with a puzzled expression on their faces, and said, "I know a little bit."

"In racing competitions, the number one with the greatest psychological pressure is often the first place, and the most favored one is often the second place who follows closely!" Yan Yufeng said.

"Why? I must understand that the first place is under great pressure. Then the second place is the most favored?" Xiang Jie couldn't help asking.

"I don't understand either. I only know that the final winner is often the second place, and the first place at the beginning may not even be able to enter the top three!" Yan Yufeng replied lightly.

"Oh, it's really strange!" Zhai Yong lowered his head and thought.

"I don't know why this is the case. This is just what I heard from my father say, but there must be his reason in it!" Yan Yufeng smiled.

"Then why are you talking about this now?" Cao Tao said in confusion.

"I mean, I will keep my feet on Second Middle School and bring the score closer together, giving Second Middle School a strong sense of urgency. I just stick to it like this, hoping to see the psychological collapse of Second Middle School!" Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Yes! We will keep our fingers and make them nervous!" Xiang Jie came over and shouted.

"Yeah, that's it!"

"But how can we catch up? Twelve points!" Wang Zhiquan looked at the scoreboard and said worriedly.

"Go hard to fight. According to coach An's tactical arrangements, I think we will bring the score closer little by little!" Yan Yufeng clenched his fists and said confidently.

"Yeah! It's not in vain to go to the championship and runner-up!" Everyone laughed and shouted in unison.

"The game has begun, please cheer up!" Yan Yufeng glanced at No. 2 Middle School, who had already served and attacked.
To be continued...