The King of Beiyang (Nine)

Yan Yufeng leaned on the chair, drank water in big mouthfuls, ignoring the strange eyes of his teammates around him. Gao Yuan was nothing, but it was obvious that the team members who had just finished the field looked strange. Following his eyes, he immediately understood who they were looking at. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, touched Yan Yufeng and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Yan Yufeng replied calmly.

Yan Yufeng knew very well why Xiang Jie and others looked at him like this. When there were only a few minutes in the third quarter, when the team had no timeout, he once said that there was a way to deal with the foul tactics adopted by No. 2 Middle School, but until the end of the third quarter, he did not take any action, which immediately made his teammates start to wonder.

The score did not narrow, and even reached a 10-point gap. Facing the final fourth quarter, the hand of victory seemed to no longer wave to the 12th Middle School.

But I didn't take action at all, which was completely normal for everyone to be uneasy.

"The opponent is using foul tactics and using the substitute players who are constantly replaced to commit fouls, and relying on free throws to open the score. Unexpectedly, the second middle school's eyes are so vicious, and I still understand the weakness of our 12th squadron players' basic skills!

The players, the fourth quarter is about to be played. This is the most critical time. Don’t be able to fight because the score is 53 to 63, with a 10-point difference. There are 10 minutes left, and we still have a chance!" Wang Zhiquan preached with cheering morale.

"Everyone should try not to foul. In addition to a few main players, the other substitute fouls have already reached three times. Everyone has also seen that in the last two minutes, the second middle school has stopped the injury tactic. Therefore, it can be seen that at the beginning of the fourth quarter, they will not perform this tactic again!" Shi Guang also analyzed from the side, but his tone still seemed helpless. Although the second middle school no longer uses this tactic because his players have already committed a lot of fouls, no one with a discerning eye can tell that the reason why the second middle school stopped the foul tactic was because the purpose had been achieved. He smiled and held his head high with a 10-point gap and entered the most critical fourth quarter!

When there is already a gap in each other's power, under the leadership of Mo Feng, the new leader No. 4, which emerged from No. 2 Middle School, how can 12 Middle School defeat King No. 2 Middle School with a 10-point difference?

No one can be sure of it.

In this section, Yan Yufeng did not perform well and scored fewer points. Faced with the crazy counterattack of No. 2 Middle School, Yan Yufeng looked a little powerless.

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Yan Yufeng lay on the chair before he could pass by, which surprised Gao Yuan next to him. He looked at Yan Yufeng, but found that he was closing his eyes and resting.

Yan Yufeng, what's wrong with you?

Gao Yuan looked at Yan Yufeng with a red face and began to feel uneasy.

Yan Yufeng closed his eyes, as if he was in a state of meditation like a Buddha monk, his face was very calm, but what about his heart?

Still the same calm.

No!

Yan Yufeng was resting quickly, hoping to recover his strength before the fourth quarter, and his head was also thinking quickly.

This tactic cannot be exposed to Second Middle School so early, no!

This idea flashed through his mind in the last stage of the third section, when Yan Yufeng was about to take action.

We must never underestimate the strength of No. 2 Middle School and their coach's reaction ability.

I wanted to beat No. 2 Middle School to death with one stick, but I felt that I couldn't let No. 2 Middle School come up with a countermeasure again.

This itself is a game with huge strength. In addition to going all over, you also need wisdom.

When I started the game, I didn't expect that Tang Chaohui would fall and Mo Feng would stand up. I didn't think too much about Mo Feng's existence. I really underestimated Mo Feng's strength, thinking that Xiang Jie could withstand his attack, but now it seems that Xiang Jie is still slightly inferior to Mo Feng.

There can't be any more mistakes now, you must not burst until the end.

Kill the Second Middle School with one stick!

No. 2 Middle School can no longer give another chance to turn over.

Yan Yufeng bit his teeth and his expression suddenly became firm.

I need more physical fitness, so I must recover soon.

Until now, Yan Yufeng realized that his physical fitness was still unable to meet the needs of the entire game, and he also saw his shortcomings in many aspects. But now is not the time to regret it. He must win the game and there must be no mistakes.

Fight!

This is the first time Yan Yufeng has such an idea.

The proud Yan Yufeng finally understood the supreme pressure brought by a whole.

One person beats five people?

Hehe, it's so bitter!

If you win, you must not be like this again in the national competition.

"Yan Yufeng!" Wang Xuechao's voice suddenly rang.

Yan Yufeng stood up, walked to everyone, and said, "Here!"

"Why don't you come and listen to the tactical arrangements together?" Wang Xuechao's voice was a little blamed, but it was more strange.

"I'm sorry, coach, I didn't hear it just now!" Yan Yufeng replied.

Wang Xuechao just said kindness, maybe he was too tired!

"This is the tactic. We must always implement this defensive idea. We can put the outside line, but we must never leave the inside line and give it to others. Even if we let No. 2 Middle School get points from the outside line, we cannot change this tactical idea. Do you understand? Everyone!" Wang Xuechao glanced at the players.

"I understand, coach!" the team members answered one after another, but they could feel the fatigue of everyone in their tone.

"Starting the fourth quarter, Yan Yufeng, Xiang Jie, you two will go first, Zhai Yong, Li Feng, Wang Zhiquan, Long Guang, Cao Tao, you will play 131 formations instead, focus on defending the inside line!" Wang Xuechao's voice suddenly became serious, which shows how much he pays attention to the importance of the inside line.

At the last quarter of the game, the players of each other had almost used up their physical reserves. At this time, the shooting rate of the outside line must be reduced. In addition, Tang Chaohui has gone down. Now the only place where No. 2 Middle School can get points, and the heavy points are the inside line!

Only by controlling the inside line will there be hope for victory.

Wang Xuechao understood this very clearly.

And it was also a gamble to prevent Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie from playing in the fourth quarter.

It is obvious that Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie have no physical strength, especially Yan Yufeng. Judging from his performance in the third quarter, the physical strength of this 16-year-old boy is almost exhausted. Although his physical strength is better than that of the players, the tasks he has to shoulder in the game are very heavy.

He himself is the shooting guard, and when Zhai Yong is too tightly defended by Su Mi, he still has to be the current organization guard. When he cannot open the score, he has to go into the basket and score the power forward position.

This is really too tiring!

It is very good that Yan Yufeng can persist until now.

Wang Xuechao breathed lightly, looked up at the ceiling of the Power Stadium, and prayed in his heart: Now I can only hope that you can recover your strength quickly, and in the last time, use all your strength to fight the second middle school to the death!

“Dou```!”

The fourth quarter game finally began.

The audience began to get excited, and the most critical time was coming. In the first three quarters when the situation was falling and rising, both teams had advantages with each other, but the advantage of No. 2 Middle School was even greater. The score never surpassed No. 12 Middle School. This is a good proof.

In the last quarter, who is the real winner?

Everyone is looking forward to all Yan Yufeng’s friends, all those who support No. 2 Middle School, and more than 9,000 viewers in the Power Stadium, sitting in front of the TV to follow the people of Beiyang who are the new King of Beiyang.

All expectations will be revealed after this last quarter.

Who will be the King of Beiyang?

Let's see it for yourself!

"Ah! Why didn't the two main players of No. 8 Yan Yufeng and No. 10 Xiang Jie not play??" Jinzui looked at the players who played at No. 12 Middle School and couldn't help but shout.

"Yes, what does Twelve Middle School mean?? At this critical moment, the two most important main players were not sent to the field? What was Coach Wang Xuechao thinking?" Tiekou also said in surprise.

Not only him, but also the audience began to discover this strange thing.

Did No. 12 Middle School decide to give up?

"Hmph, what a twelve thunderbolt, I'm not willing to accept it yet!" Qin Zheng sneered.

"What do you mean? I think the No. 12 Middle School has given up!" Under the influence of her husband, his wife Long Jinzhi also knew a little bit of strength. When she heard her husband's words, she couldn't help but ask strangely.

"Didn't you see that No. 8 has no excellent performance in the third quarter?" Qin Zheng said.

"Yes, it seems that it is not as eye-catching as the first two quarters. Alas, this kid!" Long Jinqi looked regretful.

After all, it’s still a child, so it’s normal for unstable performance!

"Do you know why he didn't perform?" Qin Zheng asked again.

"As a child, it is normal for unstable performance!" Long Jinshi's tone was very certain.

"Wrong, the reason why No. 8 did not perform is because he was too tired!" Qin Zheng sneered.

"Too tired?" Long Jinxian was surprised. Not only her, but also Qin Yan was shocked by her father's words. The mother and daughter blurted out almost at the same time.

"The reason why the No. 12 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School have not been defeated yet is entirely because of No. 8. He took the banner of attack alone. Although he didn't score many points, you must clearly see that his assists have reached 12. He is completely the spiritual leader of No. 12 Middle School!" Speaking of this, Qin Zheng sighed, not knowing whether he was sighing for Yan Yufeng's ability or for the No. 12 Middle School to obtain such good talents.

"He plays several people alone. Even if he is an Iron Man, he can't hold on to the whole game. So when he reaches the third quarter, his physical energy consumption begins to make him look ordinary. Coach Wang Xuechao saw this clearly and made up his mind to replace him, hoping to pray that No. 8 will soon recover his physical strength in a short period of time.

So I said that No. 12 Middle School is not willing to do it yet!" Qin Zheng added: "But I see that his intentions are of no use. No. 2 Middle School has recovered, and basketball is not like football.

Maybe by luck, the weak team can score a goal and then rely on defending to win the game!

But basketball is different. It depends entirely on its own strength to determine the final winner of the game.

The weak team is the weak team. In every position, the 12th Middle School is weak and the 2nd Middle School. This is simply a one-sided game. It is just because of Yan Yufeng's existence that the 12th Middle School was not pulled down by the 2nd Middle School. But even so, there is still a 10-point difference now. How much difference will the score be before Yan Yufeng plays?

Hehe! I still don’t believe in the existence of miracles because I know!

Basketball depends entirely on strength, not on luck!" Qin Zheng waved his fist and shouted with great momentum.

Dad's words rang in his ears, and when he looked at him silent on the sidelines, Qin Yanxin tightened slightly.

Yan Yufeng, you have to work hard!

Feeling someone touched his shoulder, Yan Yufeng opened his eyes, turned his head, sat up immediately, and said, "Coach!"

"Well, lie down quickly, I'm just talking to you!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand and quickly signaled Yan Yufeng to lie down and rest.
To be continued...