Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

The brave are invincible and proud and stand in the wind

When the player of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School came on the court, Xia Tian finally showed a sneer. No. 8 Yan Yufeng did not play. When the whole team had to score, what did his not play mean?

Wolf pack?

What a big joke!

Xia Tian sneered and reached out to stop Lu Di and other main players who were preparing to play, saying: "Yang Huo, Ren Fei, Jiang Yu, Yumeng, you four, Lu Di, Chang Meng, Di Zhen, you can rest!"

Lu Di blinked and immediately glanced at the players on the field in Beiyang. When he saw that Yan Yufeng did not play, he was disappointed and nodded and said, "I understand!" At the same time, he also pulled Chang Meng and Di Zhen down and sat down together.

Di Zhen pursed his lips and sat there silently.

Only Chang Meng snorted: "Oh, I thought there would be a big battle today. I didn't expect that I could rest in the second quarter, cut it!"

Lu Di looked at Yan Yufeng, who was sitting there gasping for breath, and his heart was filled with questions.

Lu Di felt that it was understandable about the coach's arrangements. The situation was already very clear. For a team with strength like No. 12 Middle School, it is very reasonable to replace the main players and let the substitutes come on the court to adapt to the game.

However, under such circumstances, No. 12 Middle School replaced an important figure like Yan Yufeng, which really made Lu Di confused!

What exactly is Beiyang? Are you really going to give up?

As the whistle sounded, the second quarter started.

At this moment, Nanjing Jiu Middle School still maintained three main players on the court, including the best sixth man, Tan Baisheng and substitute center Qu Yang, and began to impose greater oppression on Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Ren Fei ran sideways and threw away Xiang Jie who was following behind. As soon as he arrived at the position, the ball had already passed from Tan Baisheng's hand. He received the ball, turned around, and took off. The three movements were completed in one go. The ball drew a small arc, just passing through the right end of the basket, and passing through the left side of the basket.

"Brush!" hollow into the ground.

Ren Fei shook his fingers and looked at Xiang Jie, who had jumped up to cover for no reason, with disdain on his face.

Xiang Jie did not have any angry expression because of Ren Fei's provocative actions. He wiped the sweat from the tip of his eyebrows and ran towards the frontcourt without saying a word.

The ball was still helplessly passing on the outside. Although time passed little by little, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School was not irritable and was still quickly pouring the ball from the outside.

The plateau suddenly moved, and rushed into the three-point line diagonally, only half of Jiang Yu's body position. Zhai Yong, who had worked with the plateau for nearly three years, flashed a cold light in his eyes, and suddenly accelerated, surpassing Tan Baisheng's body position. His hands shook, and almost at the same time as the plateau started, the ball hit the ground and passed into the inside.

Jiang Yu was still turning around at this moment and did not see where the ball was going. He just chased the plateau with instinct.

The ball passed by the river fish and landed on the ground. It immediately bounced up like lightning, just to the side of the plateau.

Gao Yuan shouted loudly, took the ball, took three steps, with a continuous posture and extremely fast speed. He suddenly threw Jiang Yu behind him away and rushed into the inside line.

"Disillusion!" Yang Huo rushed over like a tiger, blocking the castration of the plateau.

A smile appeared on Gaoyuan's face, and on his red and sweaty face, his smile looked so weird.

Yang Huo was stunned, but he heard Jiang Yu's scream: "Back!"

He turned around in horror, but saw Xiang Jie cutting in at high speed from the left, and the ball was in his hand. At this moment, because of his rash attack, there was no one under the basket!

"Bang!" Xiang Jie hung on the basket and roared loudly.

How could the ball come to him? Wasn't it just now in the hands of No. 5? I saw it so clearly! Yang Huo stood there in a daze.

"Yeah!" shouted at the rest seat of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Gao Yuan hugged Xiang Jie and shouted: "Beautiful job!"

Chang Meng asked, "Aren't the ball still in the hands of the No. 5 just now?"

Lu Di shook his head and said, "When No. 5 started the second step, he had already hit the ball with a low hand and passed it across the ground. Yang Huo was attracted by the fake move of No. 5's three-step layup. He only looked at his upper body, so he would not look down at the ground!"

"Good cooperation!" Di Zhen said lightly.

"Beiyang finally got 2 points with cooperation! Alas!" Lu Di smiled and sighed.

Chang Meng suddenly shook and shouted: "Danger!"

Lu Di immediately looked over, and the smile still hanging on his face suddenly froze.

A man flew up obliquely, and threw the basketball that was almost parallel to him forward and angrily the moment he landed on the ground. When the ball was rescued, he immediately changed direction and flew towards the half of Nanjing Jiu Middle School.

Originally, the ball could not be saved. The players of Nanjing Jiu Middle School were just standing there, waiting to send the sideline ball, but saw a black figure running towards the basketball, jumping out of the sideline with the basketball, miraculously saving the ball back.

All the players of Nanjing Jiu Middle School were stunned. No one was ready to return to defense, but the people of Beiyang Jiu Middle School were already ready because they believed in Zhai Yong!

Believe in his desire for victory.

Xiang Jie and Gao Yuan shouted at the same time, and ran forward with force. There was no one there!

Gao Yuan bent over to catch the ball, threw it forward again, and shouted: "Xiang Jie!"

At this moment, Xiang Jie had to run faster than at any time and focus more than at any time. He caught Gao Yuan's pass, with his dangerous rescue to Zhai Yong, and with his anger at No. 9 Middle School, Xiang Jie jumped high again. This time, he jumped higher than at any time. He was not as technically difficult as Yan Yufeng, had a stagnant air, nor was he as elegant as Ye Changfeng. But at one moment, in the eyes of all the players in Beiyang, Xiang Jie's powerful and heavy dunk was the most perfect slam dunk in the world.

"scold!"

Xiang Jie roared, waving his right hand towards the cheerleaders of the Nine Middle School who were booing him, demonstrating fiercely.

"Damn, you did a pretty job!" Gao Yuan jumped up at a distance, rushed towards Xiang Jie, and shouted.

"Do it well! Let's get the score back before the Ninth Middle School has changed the main force!" Xiang Jie clenched his fists and shouted to Gaoyuan.

"Yeah! Let's go!"

At this moment, on the other side of the stadium, Yan Yufeng and others had already run to Zhai Yong who was still lying on the ground. "Zhai Yong!" Qin Lan, the opposite sex who had the best relationship with him in the team, shouted nervously.

"I'm fine. When I landed, I used my big butt to fall first. Oh, my butt hurts!" Zhai Yong didn't dare to sit on the ground, and stood on the ground, and got up with everyone's support.

"It's okay!" Yan Yufeng hugged Zhai Yong.

"It's okay, it's just that my butt hurts a little!" Zhai Yong forced a smile.

"Do you want to replace Long Guang with you?" Wang Xuechao looked at Zhai Yong with a painful expression and said in panic.

"I haven't fallen yet!" Zhai Yong broke free from Yan Yufeng's hands, limped towards the field, turned around and pretended to be a smile that was even worse than crying.

"Oh!" Shi Guang sighed worriedly.

This is only the first time, there will definitely be a second time, the third time, what should I do!

"Let's go back!" Yan Yufeng greeted everyone with a expressionless face, and walked towards the rest seat first.

This is just the beginning!

I know there are still many difficulties waiting for you, persevere, my cutest brothers!

The score has always remained at the nine-point gap, but this gap will increase by 2 points after almost three rounds, because Nine Middle School's offensive rate is far beyond that of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Yan Yufeng's brows were frowning. Ninth Middle School did not become easy to deal with because of the three main players such as Lu Di. Only Yang Huo has put 12 Middle School under tremendous pressure. Moreover, there is Jiang Yu on the outside. Ren Fei's scoring masters of this generation are eyeing the outside. The situation of Twelve Middle School is still in critical condition!

This is the Nth time that Xiang Jie has fallen down. The scene of him rubbing his chest from time to time made Yan Yufeng feel heartbroken, but every time he sees himself, Xiang Jie always raises his hand, shows a pretend smile on his face, and shows him showing a good look, saying that he is good.

Very good, very good? Xiang Jie, how long can you last???

Zhai Yong was obviously injured during the rescue just now. From his walking posture, he was trying to endure the pain in his buttocks. Gaoyuan's purple noodle hall told him that he had reached the point where the oil was dry and the lamp was exhausted and he wanted to rest, but he didn't raise his hand to signal to replace him, and he was still crazily consuming his remaining physical strength to recover the score on the court.

Dazhu had just left the court, not for rest, but because he was hit hard by Yang Huo on his chin, a hole was cracked, and bleeding continued to stop and he left the court for treatment. After a simple bandage, Dazhu forcibly prevented Cao Tao from playing and ran back to the court.

Friends, friends, you are really the cutest people in the world.

Yan Yufeng let out a long breath, and his heart was filled with endless anger.

He was much better. After a short rest, Yan Yufeng felt his physical strength recover quickly, which made him very surprised.

In fact, it is normal for such a situation to occur. If you suddenly exercise without intense exercise, your body will immediately show abnormal physical performance. Such performance can make you feel exhausted, breathing continuously, and weak all over your body. However, after a slow rest, your body will adapt quickly. Your physical energy will be fully activated at this time, which will obviously make you feel full of strength.

(This is not YY, I have experienced it myself. For example, if you did not make any major warm-up preparations, you suddenly played the game. When every attack needs you to complete, in just a few minutes, high-intensity sports will immediately give you a sense of strength. However, this is just an illusion. After consciously slowing down your movements and slowly adapting, you will gradually feel the physical strength rebound. At this time, your physical strength is truly activated! I wonder if you have this feeling when you are playing basketball?)

Yan Yufeng was moving his muscles and bones. He had made up his mind to play as soon as possible and replace his teammates who were still persevering so that they could get a short rest soon.

Lu Di looked at the coach sideways, but Xia Tian still sat there expressionlessly, "I was chased for four points! 22 to 15, only seven points away!" Lu Di thought to himself.

Di Zhen had already started to move his hands and feet there. Lu Di waved his hand to stop him and said, "We haven't gotten on the court so soon!"

"Oh!" Di Zhen said coldly.

"You have to believe Yang Huo and the others! I think the coach means that too!" Lu Di said to Yang Huo, who was beginning to angry on his face.

"If Yang Huo gets angry, hehe!" Di Zhen stopped talking, but his face was full of sneer.

Lu Di smiled and pursed her lips. The whole team knew Yang Huo's temper. He was crazy and he didn't recognize anyone. He would have to hit him down. Even Chang Meng sometimes dared not come forward to block it.

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Huo was about to get in place, his lower body sank, put Xiang Jieka behind him behind him, and raised his hand to ask for the ball.

The ball immediately came from Tan Baisheng's hand. Yang Huo turned around and slapped the ball sideways, looking like he was about to be heavy.

"Uh!" Although Xiang Jie had already tried his best, he still couldn't bear Yang Huo's huge explosive power and sat down again.

"Go to die!" Yang Huo suddenly felt a lighter behind him, he felt happy, turned around, jumped up and dunked towards the basket.

After the light of his eyes, he saw a black shadow flying towards him.

Feeling that his hands were empty and his body lost control, Yang Huo fell to the ground in a panic, and beside him, a tall figure stood there.

"Don't think this is a kindergarten!" Han Dazhu looked at Yang Huo coldly on the ground.

When the presence of the heavyweight Chang Meng, Han Dazhu suddenly became much less pressured. The moment Xiang Jie fell to the ground, Dazhu realized what the No. 11 was going to do, so he covered up his strength and seized the opportunity. He went forward and had a big hat and incited No. 11 and the ball and people together.

Yang Huo stood up slowly, then walked backwards, pointing at Han Dazhu and lit up repeatedly, his eyes full of fierce light.
To be continued...