"Pass! What are you doing?" Yang Huo suddenly yelled on the court.

Di Zhen was stunned and looked at Yang Huo with a gray face.

Yang Huo was also in a panic of fire. He got stuck at the position several times, but he wasted by Di Zhen and ignored it and wasted it. He was just entangled with No. 15. What is this?

No. 9 Middle School is not your basketball team alone!

Xia Tian frowned and looked at the time card. The second quarter ended in just over one minute and thirty seconds.

"Suspend!" Xia Tian made a decisive decision.

"Dou!" The referee's whistle surprised every audience, including everyone from Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

"So smart!" Yan Yufeng smiled helplessly, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Ye Changfeng turn around and smile at him.

Several people from Gaoyuan returned to the rest seat sweating profusely. Wang Xuechao greeted him with the first one and said encouragemently: "Everyone has done a beautiful job, come, sit down and rest!"

Qin Lan ran over with her arms full of mineral water and handed it over one bottle by one.

Ye Changfeng nodded and said thank you to Qin Lan. He sat next to Yan Yufeng and tilted his mouth wide.

"Congratulations!" Yan Yufeng's first sentence was this.

Ye Changfeng wiped the water marks at the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed with a happy look, and he whispered: "I finally understand what basketball is? Haha, it's so satisfying, I played so happily today!"

Yan Yufeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Avoid his sharpness and raise his strength."

Ye Changfeng was surprised, stared at Yan Yufeng in a daze, and suddenly sighed: "That's how I understand it! You are so awesome."

"No, I also understood it in the game. It was during the competition between the championship and runner-up with No. 2 Middle School that I truly understood how to compete is the true correct!" Yan Yufeng said lightly.

"There is motivation when you have pressure, haha, it's just a pity!" Ye Changfeng laughed loudly and suddenly sighed again.

"It's a pity that No. 4 didn't take the bait, right?" Yan Yufeng said.

"Well, the coach of No. 9 Middle School is really amazing. When he sees abnormality, he immediately shouts a timeout. I think he will definitely not play later!" Ye Changfeng analyzed.

"It should be like this, but it's good, so it won't make anyone reluctant to lose!" Yan Yufeng said coldly.

"Do you still have confidence?" Ye Changfeng was surprised again.

"Never been more confident than now!" Yan Yufeng said lightly.

"I don't understand!" Ye Changfeng thought for a while and said.

"The game is difficult, but only such a game is heart-warming. If there is no strong opponent, how can we make progress? Actually, I was very conflicted just now. I was afraid that you would take the No. 4 and I didn't want to. But when I thought of victory, I understood that the hope of victory would be more than one point. Haha, but now I don't think so anymore. The pleasure of giving all our might is what we really want to pursue." Yan Yufeng paused, looked at the thoughtful Ye Changfeng and said, "Isn't it?"

Ye Changfeng shook, facing Yan Yufeng's hot gaze, and suddenly a surge of excitement surged in his heart. What else do I want with such a teammate? I have no regrets in this life!

"Let's just fight to the death with the Nine Middle School in the second half!" Yan Yufeng said quietly.

"How do you feel now?" Ye Changfeng asked worriedly.

"The difficult times have passed, we have survived. Now it's time to let No. 9 Middle School taste the pain!" Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with a light, which was a calm cold light, the anger of a lion who had licked the wound and looked at the enemy.

"Dou!" The referee blew the whistle, indicating that the time for the pause had come.

The two immediately turned their heads and looked at the personnel who were playing at the Ninth Middle School. Sure enough, Di Zhen did not play, and Yang Huo did not play. Except for the familiar center Chang Meng, the others on the field were all new. It seems that Ninth Middle School was not ready to launch a new offensive in the last few dozen seconds.

"Smart!" Ye Changfeng said.

"Yes, the coach of No. 9 Middle School did not blow it out!" Yan Yufeng sighed, and he knew very well that in this short period of time, No. 9 Middle School would definitely adjust its mental state immediately, and wait until the third quarter to launch a sharp attack again and expand its leading advantage.

But what if you understand?

Twelve Middle School can only use the word "sponsor" to describe it now. Even if it is a substitute, it is very powerful. It is a great blessing to maintain such a score gap.

Wang Xuechao also responded immediately and immediately sent a full substitute lineup, hoping to squeeze out more time and let all the main players have a good rest.

Yan Yufeng looked at the plateau. He was lowering his head, breathing desperately, reaching out to pat the plateau, and saying, "It's okay!"

Gaoyuan's pale face forced a smile out of his smile and said, "Just rest!"

"Well, we still have time to rest, and it's time to get off the break soon!" Yan Yufeng comforted Gao Yuan, and looked at Xiang Jie and others, all of whom were tired, sighing, knowing that the madness in the second quarter had really consumed too much energy.

The game went through without any danger. Soon, the whistle sounded in the second quarter. Yan Yufeng stood up, looked up at the scoreboard, and breathed a sigh of relief. The second quarter finally passed, and the unimaginable second quarter was really over.

Seven points!

Although another goal was shot by nine and expanded the lead to seven points, after all, the second quarter that could not be imagined in the first quarter ended like this.

Yan Yufeng's face showed a hint of inconspicuous smile, and it was my turn to play.

When he returned to the locker room, Wang Xuechao didn't say much, but just ordered everyone to talk less and rest more. Wang Xuechao seemed very guilty about the tactical arrangements, and could only say: I hope everyone can maintain the spirit and competitive level of the second quarter, and cooperate with multiple areas in a small way. In addition, I hope that in the third quarter, I can tightly bite the part.

Yan Yufeng suddenly stood up, looked at the tired teammates in the hall and said, "I have an idea, I hope the coach can accept it."

Wang Xuechao was stunned, but he knew very well that the young man in front of him was always resourceful, so he nodded and said, "Yufeng, tell me!"

"In the third quarter, I just need to go up the night wind, Gaoyuan, Xiang Jie, Dazhu, Zhai Yong, you all try to recover as much as possible. When the fourth quarter, we will gather together to fight against the Ninth Middle School!" Yan Yufeng said calmly, but the words said in this calm tone shocked the entire locker room.

"How can that be done? If we do it, and you are exhausted in the third quarter, then will you gain and lose something?" Gao Yuan immediately thought of Yan Yufeng's original intention after thinking about this, and suddenly felt that it was inappropriate and stood up and opposed it.

Yan Yufeng shook his head with a smile and said, "Believe me, I am like Ye Changfeng, and I understand how to maintain my strength! Right? Changfeng!" After that, he turned to look at Ye Changfeng.

Ye Changfeng nodded funnyly and said, "At the beginning of the second quarter, I was crazily consuming my physical strength like everyone else, but by the time I was hit, I had gradually learned how to control my physical energy consumption. If I were asked to summarize the efforts in the second quarter, I think the physical energy consumed in the second half of the quarter would be far lower than the physical energy consumed in the first half of the quarter."

Looking at everyone who didn't understand, Yan Yufeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, we have to let ourselves explain clearly. We don't know where to start. We can only say that Changfeng and I understand what to do and what to do, and try our best to avoid unnecessary physical energy consumption. I think Lu Di, the core of the Ninth Middle School, also understands it."

The plateau was silent. Everyone could see the explosion of half of the second quarter of Ye Changfeng. He was the person who scored the most in the second quarter, but his current expression told himself that his physical fitness was far superior to him.

What kind of strange logic is this?

Gao Yuan couldn't understand, but he only knew one thing. Yan Yufeng and Ye Changfeng's understanding of basketball had been separated from everyone, and they were no longer people of the same level.

"I really can't understand that you two monsters. Since that's the case, let's sit on the sidelines and watch you perform!" Gao Yuan shook his head and smiled, with a calm look on his face.

Zhai Yong looked at Ye Changfeng, as if he understood something, sighed, but then he became happy again and said, "Okay, let's watch you two's wonderful performance!"

"I think Yufeng's idea is feasible. We can rest and maintain psychological pressure on No. 9 Middle School, so that they dare not do their best. In this way, I think the winner will definitely be able to escape the fourth quarter. At that time, we will work together to fight No. 9 Middle School together!" Xiang Jie thought for a while and expressed his opinion.

"Yes, that's right, we can play appropriately, make fouls against some sure-scoring goals, and suppress the attack of the lower nine midfielders!" Long Guang suddenly said.

Yan Yufeng looked at Long Guang deeply. He has been silently serving as a substitute. Until now, he is still working hard to make contributions to the team. He is very moved and said, "Yes, there are ten people in Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, each of us is a part of the team, and they are all a contribution to victory. The two quarters of the game have passed. We have learned the three axes of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School. Now it's time for us to take action!" As he said that, he turned around and looked at Wang Xuechao and said calmly: "Coach, it's time to make a decision!"

Wang Xuechao and Shi Guang blew each other, and both saw the helplessness and surprise of each other. These children had learned how to compete, brave and resourceful, advance and retreat. Thinking about the past, how dare I have my own ideas? I just obey the coach's intentions and fight according to the coach's plan, and how could I think of anything else?

Wang Xuechao nodded and said, "Okay, let's decide like this! You, Changfeng, and Cao Tao, Zhiquan, and Long Guang are the main players in the third quarter. Everything depends on you!"

Yan Yufeng smiled, stretched out his hand, clenched his fists, and said, "I promise, the third quarter will be very exciting!"

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In another locker room in the arena, Xia Tian's calm voice rang in the room.

"I don't want to say more about the performance in the second quarter. I can only say that I'm very disappointed!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became suppressed and suppressed.

Xia Tian glanced at the entire team and suddenly said, "Di Zhen!"

"Here, coach!" Di Zhen stood up and lowered his head.

"Yang Huo!" Xia Tian shouted again.

"Here!" Yang Huo also pulled his head and stood up.

"What did you do on the court? Say it yourself!" Xia Tian said coldly.

Di Zhen and Yang Huo looked at each other, then turned their heads to look at the ground, not daring to speak.

Lu Di's mouth opened for a moment, but he still refused to speak.

"Okay, I started to argue in the competition. Do you still think you are part of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School?" Xia Tian raised his tone by eight decibels and started roaring.

"Is there anything to say?" Xia Tian lowered his voice and said with a dark face.

Di Zhen and Yang Huo, who were full of energy on the court, are now like a little mouse, and are hunching their heads and lowering their heads there. Unexpectedly, Xia Tian, ​​who has always been called the Confucian coach, would have such a great deal of energy.

"There's nothing to say, okay! Then I say, facing such a Yu Nan team, I've only been ahead by seven points until now. Are you worthy of Nanjing Jiu Middle School? Is it worthy of the audience shouting: Domineering No. 9 Middle School, invincible in the world. Are these eight big words? Well? I have no fighting spirit. What's the difference between you and a bad team? What Domineering No. 9 Middle School, is all fart!" Xia Tian became more and more angry, his face became very ferocious, and even Lu Di closed his mouth that he wanted to open several times in a row.

"In the third quarter, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School will definitely counterattack. Everyone present should be very clear about how to do it. Whoever can do it will go up, whoever can't, whoever can go down, no matter who it is! Give me some energy and give me a momentum to show off, what do you look like? You are a group of quarrels!" Xia Tian was still teaching a lesson.

"Coach, I think the opponent's No. 8th third quarter should be on the court. I hope I can stop him!" Lu Di finally spoke.

Xia Tian turned his head to look at Lu Di, his eyes calmed down, and he nodded and said, "That No. 8 is very good. He has already rested for a quarter. I think his physical strength has been replenished. In the third quarter, it's time for him to play. Lu Di, it's up to you!"

"I understand, coach!" Lu Di nodded and assured.

"Okay, now I will talk about the tactical arrangements for the third quarter. Based on the opponent's defense in the second quarter, we should "```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

The atmosphere in the southern box was the same as the locker room of No. 9 Middle School, a bit dull. Xu Qiang looked bored at a sports weekly newspaper in his hand. Jiang Bo was sending a text message with his cell phone, and Hu Weidong was leaning on the other side as before, thinking.

"Old Hu, it seems that today's Ninth Middle School is a bit difficult to play!" Jiang Bo said after sending a text message, seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, and said.

"This is how the exciting game looks. If we can see the ending clearly now, what's the point of watching the game?" Hu Weidong replied lightly.

"That's right, I just didn't expect that the Ninth Middle School would actually hit this scene, which is unimaginable!" Xu Qiang sighed.

"This team from Beiyang is really resilient. Ordinary people have given up long ago. Unexpectedly, the soldiers took risks and survived the situation without the 8th. Now, the third quarter has become the time for them to fight against the Ninth Middle School!" With a surprised tone, Jiang Bo explained the strategic intention of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School in the second quarter clearly in a few words.

"The third quarter, the third quarter, if Xia Tian still shows some level, we may all be disappointed!" Xu Qiang said.

Hu Weidong looked at Xu Qiang, shook his head, and said, "The coach's factor is one of the victory, but the key is still to the players' own performance. If you have a good plan but no good soldiers, it is useless!"
To be continued...