"I can't score!" Yan Yufeng whispered in Lu Di's ear.

Lu Di raised his eyebrows, but immediately lowered his eyebrows and walked away calmly.

Yan Yufeng looked at his back, smiled slightly, accelerated his speed and rushed back to halftime.

The ball was passed on the outside line a few times and rushed into the inside line. Chang Meng caught the ball. He slapped the ball with a side shot and immediately exerted force. Cao Tao, who was defending him, suddenly felt a huge force coming. He could not resist this force no matter what. In a sudden change of mind, he had been resisted heavily. Chang Meng suddenly felt empty behind him, and shouted, holding the anger he had just been insulted, turned around and raised the ball and wanted to make a big button.

One hand slapped hard as he raised the ball.

It was like a poisonous snake that had been waiting for a long time. It took action as the moment the prey entered its attack range.

"Bang!"

This is the sound of a ball hitting a hand.

"Oh!"

That was Chang Meng's exclamation that made him feel empty.

Yan Yufeng picked up the basketball ball that fell to the ground with one hand, shouted loudly, and accelerated to run forward.

Ye Changfeng understood at the first moment, and dodged Di Zhen next to him and ran forward with all his strength.

Lu Di, who was far away from the three-point line, also understood at the same time. He did not turn around and return to defense, but paused and ran towards Yan Yufeng.

The two of them were only three meters away. With all their strength, three meters was too small, and the reaction time they gave was extremely pitiful. In this short time, Yan Yufeng had to face the calm Lu Di. He told himself with a calm face that he would not let him be flashed by like this.

The light of the light of the flute, Yan Yufeng responded.

This was a wonderful reaction. When the game had passed for a long time, Lu Di still felt so surprised and unbelievable when he recalled it. He said that until now, he still didn't understand how Yan Yufeng did it. He really deserves to have all the talents and talents of a great player.

The body was still rushing, the steps were still accelerating, and the direction was still firmly pointing ahead, while Yan Yufeng's eyes were extremely calm.

His wrist moved, and his right hand holding the ball was carrying the ball, as if part of his body, he was swaying freely. At this moment, Lu Di was in front of him. His handsome face, calm eyes, and even his very peaceful breathing were felt one by one.

Yan Yufeng's body suddenly twisted, like a light and thick rattlesnake. Every twist of his movement seemed to be deceiving the person blocking him.

Where to provoke? Left? Right?

It’s impossible, at such a close distance, he can’t flash past me at all, it’s impossible!

Lu Di was asking himself, and in the end, he made a decision.

Lu Di didn't move, but he stood there half-squatted, with his hands spread out, looking at Yan Yufeng in front of him, standing at the door like a kind mother, ready to hug the wanderer who was going home.

Yan Yufeng's twisting body suddenly straightened, and he suddenly straightened up, just like the rattlesnake, thrusting his half of his body in the moment before the attack.

The wonderful start!

The forward feet suddenly changed. The left foot rotated outwards with the toes as the center, but the right foot stretched out and turned to the left in a spiral.

Yan Yufeng's body began to rotate. He was almost rotating in place, but with inertia, his body posture became leaning forward, so the whole movement became extremely weird and beautiful.

Putting it on Lu Di's body, Yan Yufeng really threw himself into his mother's arms like the wanderer who went home, but then turned naughtyly, spun out, and came behind his mother.

Lu Di's calm eyes finally became confused and panicked. He opened his hands and hugged them together, trying to use a foul to stop Yan Yufeng's still spinning body.

Although he didn't know how Yan Yufeng did it, he didn't know why the ball suddenly disappeared, although he didn't understand all the questions about how Yan Yufeng should take the ball over even if he passed by him.

But Lu Di still made his first reaction. He didn't believe that Yan Yufeng really flashed past him, but his body, his auditory organs and visual organs really told him that Yan Yufeng had already moved behind him.

Yan Yufeng cheered, just like a child won a victory with his own intelligence, and the happy bird called it up.

Lu Di finally turned around, and he looked at the basketball magic-like in Yan Yufeng's right hand, while Yan Yufeng still maintained his stance towards him, running towards his half at a faster speed, the empty place.

Looking at the back of the passionate streamer and the huge number 8, Lu Di knelt down with a trembling heart, feeling the feeling of failure in his heart for the first time.

How did he do it?

How did the ball pass?

Is what I see true?

Question marks flew around Lu Di's chaotic mind, leaving him almost without knowing where he was now.

Yan Yufeng reached out to his hands and arched his waist, running with the ball between Ren Fei and Yang Huo with constant speed. The ball suddenly disappeared again. Ren and Yang turned around and searched for him. No. 15 jumped high, almost catching the ball next to Di Zhen.

Ye Changfeng understood that it was the most critical moment. While resisting Di Zhen, who was also jumping, he took a deep breath. The moment the ball entered his hand, his hand shook vigorously and released the ball back into the sky.

Go! My baby!

Ye Changfeng and Di Zhen fell down in a messy and unbalanced manner, but his eyes were always on the rolling basketball. There were too many things it placed on. If it didn't go in, everything Yan Yufeng did just now would be bleakly to put an ellipsis.

The basketball touched the rebound and changed direction immediately, and fell towards the basket while all the spectators held their breath.

After turning around, then turning around again, the basketball suddenly stood up on the basket, like a spiritual object, and it stopped naughtily in everyone's wide eyes.

It finally moved and slowly fell into the nest without hesitation.

"brush!"

The basketball passed through the nets, flicked lightly on the ground, and slowly rolled towards Yan Yufeng who was standing not far away.

Kneeling on one knee, Yan Yufeng picked up the basketball, lowered his head and kissed the basketball lightly, and silently said in his heart: Thank you for your favor.

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it```````````````````!" Cao Hui widened his eyes and shouted repeatedly in a mess.

"How did you go through it? I didn't see clearly at all!" Jiang Bo jumped up and asked loudly. No one answered him, and even the cameraman could do nothing.

There was still no one breathing in the audience, just like the moment when the basketball was still on the basket just now, more than 5,000 viewers in the audience praised something with the unbelievable expressions on their faces.

This is silent praise, the highest form of praise. Yan Yufeng went in like a magic trick, deceived everyone with one, and avoided everyone's extraordinary conquest of the whole audience.

Laughing and hugging Ye Changfeng, Yan Yufeng felt uncontrollable happiness himself.

"Man, tell me quickly, how did you live!" Ye Changfeng whispered in his ear.

"Hehe!" Yan Yufeng smiled foolishly.

"That's it, I deliberately turned around before turning, and followed the trend of turning around. When I turned my back to him, I hit the ball with my backhand from his crotch, then turned around, and came behind him, and picked up the ball from the ground. Haha, what I thought of temporarily! How about it? Is it beautiful?" Yan Yufeng was still smiling. Maybe at this time, when the ball entered, he finally became extremely proud of his genius.

"It's not beautiful, but amazing!" Ye Changfeng sighed. Although he was still a little confused about how the ball passed, he understood that he would definitely not make such frequent and high-speed movements within such a short distance.

Because there are so many things to use.

Genius, a genius extraordinary person.

The audience finally woke up. They looked at each other, talked, and made various unbelievable expressions and actions. The quiet audience suddenly turned into a noisy vegetable market.

"Who can stop him?" Wang Xuechao said like a dream. He really wanted to extend his hand to thank God for making such a gorgeous and amazing player a member of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Yan Yufeng, your future is not something I can imagine.

Wang Xuechao exclaimed.

"It's still a game!" Yan Yufeng suddenly calmed down, took pictures of Ye Changfeng, who was still thinking, greeted other teammates, and returned to his defensive half.

Lu Di suddenly walked over. He didn't have that kind of anger or madness. He came to Yan Yufeng with residual surprise on his face, "Tell me, how did you pass by me!" Lu Di asked quietly, but his tone was full of expectations.

Yan Yufeng lowered his head and thought for a while, raised his head, suddenly showed a childlike smile, and said quickly: "I forgot!"

"You forgot!" Lu Di blurted out.

"That's right, I forgot!" Yan Yufeng shrugged his shoulders, his posture was very free and easy, and turned around with a bit of naughty smell and ran forward.

Lu Di looked at Yan Yufeng's back depressedly, and his expression became helpless and funny.

"I actually exasperated myself to me!"

Lu Di cursed in anger.

"Captain, it's time to attack!" Di Zhen walked past Lu Di with the ball and shouted.

Lu Di was shocked, looked at Di Zhen's basketball, looked up at the score card again, and his calm expression returned to his face, "Okay, let's get the score back!"

Lu Di said softly and firmly, and Yu Tongdi Zhen ran forward.

The game was in progress. Under the leadership of Lu Di, who had recovered from calmness, Ninth Middle School still carried out a powerful offensive on the position of Twelve Middle School. After each loss of points, Twelve Middle School can always make up for the score again with the cooperation of Yan Yufeng and Ye Changfeng, and the wonderful goals were presented to the audience again and again.

"This game was really exciting. The first time I saw such a wonderful game, it was so great!" A spectator could not control himself and shouted to the audience next to him.

No one showed any angry or contempt for the audience's misconduct, because in this way, it was what everyone who saw this game wanted to say and wanted to say.

This is a feeling of wanting to express to anyone around you. It is an impulse, an excitement, which influences everyone, making them cheer, tremble, and incoherently for every score, every loss, every wonderful movement, every fierce collision.

In addition to using wonderful things, incredibly intense things, and in extreme excitement, what language can express their excitement? This is a game that cannot even be expressed in words. After the first quarter of the first side, the second quarter with tragic and strange peaks, we came to the wonderful third quarter. The first three quarters of the entire game seemed to be like a Hollywood blockbuster for the New Year, which made every audience present intoxicated.

"Shi!" Yan Yufeng swept into the air, spread his body, and the big roc spread his wings and lifted his hand. Before Yanghuo blocked it, he gently pushed the ball up.

The ball simply passed through the board, and Yan Yufeng, who fell, did not make any celebration at all, turned around and rushed towards his half.

No one on the court did anything to do for this score or loss of points. Although this goal was very exciting, in such a fierce scene, in such a tense atmosphere, even breathing felt like you had to squeeze out secretly. So what could you do if you score?

Work hard, work hard, work harder.

Persist, persevere, and persevere again.

The loser's side repeatedly serves like a part on a machine, and then runs to the opponent's defensive position.

The scoring side took action, ran back to his half, then set up a formation and began to defend frantically.

Time is lost every minute and second, and the score is raised every minute and the balance of victory has never fallen to anyone. When the third quarter game passed for nine minutes, no one could tell who was the final winner.

At this moment, the Twelve Middle School is as tough and terrifying as a pack of wolves as Long Dahai and Xia Tian said the day before.

Long Guang was replaced helplessly with five fouls, but it was worth it. The result of five fouls was that five extremely threatening attacks from Nine outings turned into eight free throws.

Five of eight penalty shots.

After earning three points, if Longguang says it is worth it, then you don’t have to ask.

I think it's worth it if I can earn a point.

This is not just what Long Guang wants to say, but what the entire Beiyang No. 12 Middle School wants to say.

Looking at Long Guang's back, Wang Zhiquan still persisted.

He has already committed fouls for four times, and he will be sent off even if he is waiting for his fate.
To be continued...