Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

The brave are invincible (IV)

"5 to 2, I won!" Lu Di said with a smile, wiping the sweat beads on his face.

Di Zhen looked at the basketball still rolling on the ground in silence, and could not believe that this was the truth.

For six years, I have been practicing my football skills. In my life, basketball is all about him. In the third year of junior high school, I have swept all the courts in Nanjing. I didn’t expect that I just entered the Ninth Middle School and was just selected for the Ninth Middle School basketball team, but I lost so badly.

Putting one hand on his shoulder, Di Zhen followed his hand and saw Lu Di's smiling face.

"You are very good, you can actually score two goals in me, very good!"

"Who are you?" Di Zhen suppressed the surprise in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

"Hello, my name is Lu Di, and I am the captain of the basketball team of No. 9 Middle School!" Lu Di stretched out his hand and grabbed Di Zhen.

"You ``````````, are you Lu Di?" Rao Zai Zhen was still stunned.

"Welcome, Di Zhen!" Lu Di still smiled.

The young man smiling in front of him is Lu Di, who is known as the number one SG in Jiangsu, a member of the Jiangsu Nangang Youth Team, a strong CBA team, and a national Nike Cup Jiangsu District MVP in two years. He was selected as the best team in the South District.

"Hello!" Di Zhen could feel Lu Di's sincerity and joy of his arrival, hiding his admiration for this number one SG in Jiangsu Province. Di Zhen finally put aside his indifference and said sincerely.

"You are very strong, regardless of speed or skill, otherwise I would not recommend you to the coach to come to No. 9 Middle School, haha!" Lu Di said happily when he saw the cold boy in front of him.

"Did you recommend me?" Di Zhen was shocked.

Originally, I reported to Nanjing No. 1 Middle School, but for some reason, the notice from No. 9 Middle School was placed on the table at home. With questions and surprises, Di Zhen came to No. 9 Middle School and told you that you have been selected into the school team from No. 9 Middle School. All this made Di Zhen too unable to understand and understand, but now, he finally understands it.

"I paid attention to you half a year ago. I believe in my judgment. You will become the leader of the new generation of No. 9 Middle School. Haha, so I introduced you to coach Xia Tian, ​​and I hope you don't mind." Lu Di's voice sounded in his ears.

"I am the leader of the new generation of No. 9 Middle School?" Di Zhen was surprised again.

"Yes, I am a senior high school student this year. After playing this high school league, I will go to college. After I leave, I hope you can train to become the new generation of SG of No. 9 Middle School in this year's competition. Do you have confidence?"

"Why are you so sure and trust me?" Di Zhen was still shocked.

"Believe me and believe in you, let your confidence become your eyes and your strongest weapon, lead No. 9 Middle School and continue to be strong." A hot light flashed in Lu Di's eyes. This light moved Di Zhen and became Di Zhen's greatest courage.

Di Zhen turned his head and looked at the captain An who was sitting there. He had a confident smile on his face. Di Zhen turned his head and looked at No. 15, who was full of provocation in front of him, and said in his heart: Captain, I will not let you down.

I'm here, 15th.

Di Zhen suddenly stretched out his toes, and his whole body arched like a cheetah, full of breathtaking power and beauty.

"Huh!" Ye Changfeng pressed his body down even further and spread his hands. He had already felt that the No. 4 in front of him would do his best to this duel.

"Where did you suddenly?" Ye Changfeng asked in his heart.

Don’t hesitate to be extraordinary, and don’t use your brain to think about which breakthrough move to use before this. As long as you come to the opponent and release your powerful explosive power in an instant, that is the most important thing.

The showdown between masters exists between this breath and an inhalation!

Di was shocked. The one holding the ball was his right hand and the one tilted was his left shoulder. When his feet were wrong, his left foot stepped out of lightning, and the right toe that was poked up instantly exploded. In this second, the wind was his favorite.

In the blink of an eye, Di Zhen was already terrified on Ye Changfeng's left shoulder, and his whole body was parallel to Ye Changfeng. "Scream!" Di Zhen let out a shout, like a cheetah lurking for a long time. After starting, he rushed into the inside line of the 12th Middle School with full murderous aura.

The halftime was too small, and the three-point line area was even more important. Under Di Zhen's terrible explosive power, everyone had no reaction at all, including the teammates of No. 9 Middle School.

"Huh!" Lu Di, who had always been calm, blurted out a scream and stood up at the same time.

Bounced, stretched, twisted his body in the air, and held the basketball with his right hand high, Di Zhen ended the showdown with a very pleasing master layup.

The ball quietly passed through the nets, landed on the ground, flicking lightly.

Ye Changfeng turned around and looked at the basketball with his eyes fixedly.

The basketball was caught, and Gao Yuan stood at the bottom line without expression and sent the ball out.

Yan Yufeng glanced at Ye Changfeng's eyes, and there was a deep clean place, making it impossible for others to see what was hidden.

Ye Changfeng suddenly stretched out his hands and looked at Zhai Yong who had just received the ball. Zhai Yong was stunned, but the ball was immediately passed to Ye Changfeng's hand.

Moving the unique friction on the surface of the basketball, Ye Changfeng let out a long sigh, a smile appeared on his face, waved his hand, signaling his teammates to move forward, and then slowly dribble the ball towards the 9th halftime, where Di Zhen was waiting for him.

It depends on you!

Yan Yufeng said silently.

Ye Changfeng dribbled the ball to Di Zhen, stabilized his pace, and looked at Di Zhen coldly. When everyone thought he would play Di Zhen alone and avenge the revenge just now, Ye Changfeng passed the ball to the plateau running towards the bottom line on this side.

"Shh!" A boo sounded in the audience.

But the matter was not over. After Ye Changfeng passed the ball, he almost stopped. He flashed and forcibly rushed into the inside line. Di Zhen, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was stunned and instinctively touched him.

"Ball!" Ye Changfeng shouted loudly.

Gao Yuan shuddered and immediately understood. With a trembling hand, he passed the ball across Jiang Yu who was defending him.

Jiang Yu knew something was wrong, but Gao Yuan had just received the ball and passed it out again. He had no time to react at all, so he could only look back instinctively.

What entered his eyes was Ye Changfeng's continuous flowing movements of receiving the ball, twisting his body, sliding, and laying, as well as his usual arrogant teammate Di Zhen's helpless move to stop him.

"Dou!" The referee blew the whistle, first bent his finger and made a downward movement, and immediately pointed at Di Zhen and made a thug gesture, turning around and facing the statistics station.

"Beautiful!" Wang Xuechao stood up and couldn't help shouting.

Ye Changfeng pointed at the plateau with expressionless face and stretched out his thumb.

Gao Yuan laughed and stretched his thumb back, and the two met their eyes, sparking a spark of confidence.

Yan Yufeng slowly sat down and took a deep breath.

It turns out that it feels so good to be an audience! Yan Yufeng looked up at the ceiling full of lights and felt relieved.

Ye Changfeng was indeed reborn under pressure. Yan Yufeng dared to conclude that Ye Changfeng's current state is more perfect than any other time. Although he has exhausted his physical strength, what can this be done?

The night is long and windy, you finally learned how to compete!

"Brush!" Ye Changfeng simply sent the ball in, turned around and ran back, and a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Coward, have the ability to have a single hand with me!"

Ye Changfeng turned around coldly, and looked at the angry Di Zhen with a look that seemed to be looking at a child.

"How old are you?" After throwing a cold sentence, Ye Changfeng turned around and ran towards his half.

"You `````````````!" Di Zhen was so stuffed by Ye Changfeng's words that he couldn't speak.

Lu Di frowned. He had been playing for nearly four years and had a professional basketball game for one and a half years. He knew very well that when a player loses his mind during the game, even if his skills are superb, it would be useless.

"Coach, Di Zhen, he`````````````````````" Lu Di said to Xia Tian, ​​but the lower half was interrupted by Xia Tian's wave of his hand.

"I know, you should trust Di Zhen. Since it was the one you recommended him, you should trust him more than me!" Xia Tian said lightly.

"I understand!" Lu Di nodded and replied.

"Good ball!" The audience suddenly burst into cheers, and Lu Di immediately looked up.

Di Zhen looked excited and shouted loudly at Ye Changfeng, then ran back with his teammates arrogantly.

"Good job!" The coach's voice sounded beside him, and Lu Dixin was also cheered up, comforting himself and thought: Maybe under such a confrontation, Di Zhen would break through himself like No. 15 and enter a new realm.

"Changfeng!" Yan Yufeng shouted to Ye Changfeng on the sidelines while Zhai Yong served.

"What?" Ye Changfeng ran over and asked, wiping the sweat on his head.

"That number 4 is already a little abnormal, keep teasing him!" Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with a light of wisdom.

The long-lost smile appeared on Ye Changfeng's face, shook his head, reached out and slapped Yan Yufeng, and said lightly: "Look!"

"The second quarter is not long, so I can't let others remind him. Do you understand?" Yan Yufeng continued.

"No problem!" Ye Changfeng turned around and ran towards the 9th half.

In the western box, Hu Weidong was still silent.

It is obvious that the 15th one had already exploded, and he became more and more aware of how to play. This is a bad omen. Before the 8th one was playing, he could already bite the Ninth Middle School alone. Although the Ninth Middle School is still leading now, from the 11 points in the first quarter to only 5 points, everyone knows that this small team from Beiyang has begun to explode as a whole.

The shouts from the audience were still loud and enthusiastic. Although the Ninth Middle School still maintained a strong offensive, Hu Weidong felt a chill on his back.

But there is another thing that makes me feel at ease, that is, Lu Di, whom I value, did not play. Once he plays, the attack power of Nine Middle School will increase exponentially. Yes, that's right!

The situation at No. 9 Middle School is still very good, and you won’t lose, you won’t!

Di Zhen was getting more and more angry. He could feel the odious hands of No. 15 pushing and pulling on him. Although he also understood that this was just a reasonable defensive move, Di Zhen could not tolerate the disdain on No. 15's face and the ridiculous look contained in his eyes.

Whenever he got the ball, the No. 15 would immediately press it against him, using all his dirty means to defend him until he had no choice but to pass the ball out.

So shameless!

Di Zhen has never been as angry as he is today. He really wanted to punch No. 15 hard, but reason told him that he was playing now, but his anger was as hard as the suppressed volcano, becoming more and more difficult to control.

On the 15th, as soon as he got the ball, he immediately chose to pass the ball, and then ran around, leading himself to follow him everywhere, and looked back at himself from time to time, and his eyes looked like a dog.

Calm, calm down!

Di Zhen kept telling himself, but he became more and more irritable, as if he had only one thought left in his mind, which was: to fight him one-on-one.

Xia Tian's brows became more and more frowning, and he naturally saw Di Zhen's increasingly irritable expression. As the core of the team's offense, opportunities have flowed away from him several times.

Should he be replaced?

Xia Tian is asking himself.
To be continued...