The King of Beiyang (Eight)

"Dad, I won't practice anymore!"

"Why?"

"What's the point at the basket? I'm going to play outside!"

"Haha`````````Son, do you know where you want to play in the future?"

"Power forward! Dad, haven't you told me a long time ago?"

"Haha, then do you know where the power forward is going to stand?"

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"Son, tell you a truth. Score is always closer to the basket, the easier it is to score. Although the closer you step, the greater the resistance you encounter, but don't be frustrated and line up all the resistance. When you do all this, you will find that scoring is so easy!"

"How do I move the resistance?"

"Use your strong body and flexible footsteps to carry or dodge the defenders!"

"Oh! But I still want to throw the ball in from the outside, and there is also a place!"

"Son, you think you'll score a few shots from the outside, and you'll score a few more shots from the basket, tell me!"

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"Remember, dominating the inside is equivalent to dominating the game! Do everything you can to grab rebounds, fight everything to score points, and use your crazy and suffocating body to make all opponents feel frustrated by the game!"

"Yes, dad, I understand!"

It's been seven years, Dad, you taught me so much, and I still remember that under the warm spring sunshine, you and I were playing basketball happily under the basket, and every word of your teaching seemed to echo in my ears.

I have never tried to be a savior, and now I seem to have a chance, hehe!

A smile appeared on Mo Feng's cold face.

“Dou````````````````!”

The referee blew the whistle that the time-out time has arrived.

The coach behind him was still crazy, but he stopped under the whistle. After a while, he heard Long Dahai say weakly: "Go on the field!"

The team members turned around silently and all their gloomy faces came on the stage.

The players of the No. 2 Middle School immediately caused boos. When did Kings No. 2 Middle School be treated like this? Mo Feng turned around and glanced. Everyone's face was like that, who wanted to cry but was very frustrated.

"Courage! Aggrieved! Anger after self-esteem was trampled on! I still lose confidence a little bit, and I am depressed!" Mo Feng said with a low voice, deeply understanding the difficulties that No. 2 Middle School is facing now.

Such a team cannot defeat the current 12th Middle School, which is full of momentum. Even if there is a third-rate team in front of you, it may not be able to win.

Everyone's fighting spirit must be inspired to get out of the shadow of the lost soul-losing figure Tang Chaohui.

Holding his hands tightly, a strong battle gaze burst out in Mo Feng's eyes.

Then let me wake you up!

Standing inside, watching the rushing of the five tigers from the 12th outing, Mo Feng growled in his heart.

The battle like a tide began.

No. 12 Middle School completely controlled the game. In each position, everyone began to bravely show their strong fighting spirit and strength to those who defend themselves.

And everyone in the Second Middle School was instinctively resisting, silently blocking like a group of mutes.

The ball had already been hung into the inside line. Xiang Jie strongly stuck Fang Tao behind him. Facing Fang Tao, who was much taller than him, Xiang Jie was not afraid. He arched his back and chopped hard twice, then turned his body, carried Fang Tao away with his shoulders, jumped up and threw it.

A hand was first used to stoke the ball in front of the flying basketball and stooped it hard.

The basketball suddenly shouted and was spoiled out of the sideline.

"ah!"

Mo Feng glared in anger, stood in front of Xiang Jie, and roared loudly.

Xiang Jie stared at the same time as insulted, and his anger suddenly filled his eyes.

Mo Feng turned around, looked at Fang Tao who was silent behind him, punched him in his chest, and shouted loudly: "Have you fallen?" Fang Tao was shocked and looked at the angry Mo Feng in front of him in a daze.

"Like a man, don't be like a woman. If you suffer a little blow, you can't get up!" Mo Feng turned his head, looked at the twelve shots that had already sent the sideline ball, and threw out a sentence: "Don't let me despise you!"

Fang Tao's depressed eyes slowly burned.

Yan Yufeng looked at Mo Feng, who was standing in the inside line with murderous aura, was stunned for a moment and thought: Do you want to be the savior? Mo Feng?

The ball was passed on the outside, and after three passes, it was hooked into the inside again. Cao Tao steadily caught the ball and squeezed it tentatively to the inside, but immediately felt an unprecedented breath coming.

Cao Tao was shocked. He could not stop this power at all. He quickly stood on horse stance and blocked Fang Tao behind him. The sound of breathing like a beast in his ears was in his ears.

He raised the ball and immediately reacted behind him. He seemed to be pressing over by a mountain. He was immediately unable to resist. In shock, he immediately passed the ball out.

Zhai Yong caught the ball, and did not make any adjustments at all. He got up and shot, because he knew that the delay would soon arrive in the 24-second offensive time. If he didn't shoot, he would be offensive violations.

The ball hit the basket and immediately bounced.

Xiang Jie shouted loudly and jumped towards the ball that fell to his own range.

One hand grabbed the ball faster than him, and then the other hand closed the ball hard, making a loud sound.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound shook everyone's nerves. Looking at Mo Feng, who was as fierce as the god of war, Yan Yufeng's heart trembled.

What a great guy, what a powerful backcourt rebound.

"attack!"

With Mo Feng's angrily shout, the team members of No. 2 seemed to be knocked by the morning bell, and immediately woke up a little, began to change their normality, and ran forward.

Long Dahai couldn't help but say, "Good!"

Mo Feng let his eyes down like that, he is indeed the future leader of No. 2 Middle School.

Perhaps under his leadership, the severely injured No. 2 Middle School will wake up and show its strength to defend the championship honor of King No. 2 Middle School.

It's up to you, Mo Feng.

Long Dahai prayed in his heart.

He caught the ball, turned around, made a fake shot, and then did not go away Xiang Jie, and Mo Feng slapped the ball sideways, then took a big step, and made a heavy blow with both hands.

After pulling the ring into deformation like venting, Mo Feng let go and yelled arrogantly.

Yan Yufeng touched Xiang Jie and said, "It's okay!"

"It's okay, I just don't understand why this No. 4 seems to have taken medicine and becomes so strong all of a sudden?" Xiang Jie covered his chest, which was still a little painful, and said depressedly.

"Hehe!" Yan Yufeng smiled, looked up at Mo Feng who had already run back, and the white No. 4 behind him was floating there.

A PF who wants to be a savior.

The competition has become more exciting because of you. Mo Feng, thank you!

Yan Yufeng thought to himself, turned around and shouted to everyone: "Don't let No. 2 Middle School play out its momentum, and get back two points!"

"yes!"

Everyone answered in unison.

After a few passes, the basketball was still patiently passing on the outside, and No. 2 Middle School began to slowly wake up. As Mo Feng stood in the inside, like a commander, the defense began to become sharper again.

Yan Yufeng ran out of the outside line quickly, Zhai Yong passed the ball quickly, Yan Yufeng turned around immediately, facing Chen Sheng, who replaced Tang Chaohui's shooting guard, shook twice, and then swam around and took the ball towards the bottom line.

Chen Sheng was naturally not much worse for Tang Chaohui's substitute. Moreover, now he is in full strength, and his lack of energy to defend closely, which makes Yan Yufeng a little uncomfortable. Yan Yufeng made a gesture, and suddenly changed direction in the opposite direction. Yan Yufeng pulled back and drove back.

Chen Sheng shouted loudly and immediately chased after him.

A body was blocking Shen Xing without mercy. It was Xiang Jie.

Chen Chengton shouted angrily: "Repair the defense!"

Tong Shan next to him immediately leaned towards Yan Yufeng.

As soon as Yan Yufeng left Chen Sheng's defense, he immediately rushed forward. Looking at Tong Shan who was pounced on him, he suddenly jumped up and stuffed the ball in.

"nice shot!"

Sitting in the studio, I saw the pass and blurted out.

Xiang Jie, who had just made a pick-and-roll for Yan Yufeng, turned around and quickly inserted into the inside line, which happened to be at a straight 45-degree angle with Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng rushed in and immediately attracted the attention of Su Wu, who was originally in the middle lane, gave up his defense position and came over. Xiang Jie seized this opportunity and inserted his sharp knife into the inside of the second middle school without hesitation.

A beautiful pick-and-roll.

A textbook-like tactical cooperation.

He easily caught the ball, Xiang Jie took advantage of the situation and took a step forward, stopped immediately, raised the ball with his knees, and then slapped it low, and his body was slanted into the basket on the right.

After cheating Fang Tao, who was guarding the basket again, Xiang Jie did not hesitate and wanted to use his hands to slam it with both hands and give Mo Feng a powerful counterattack, who scored the same method just now.

But can he succeed?

Mo Feng's roar told him.
To be continued...