Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

A striking point for the invincible glory of the brave

The sun shines through the shade of the trees and slanted on the ground, faint but extremely bright. The lazy smell of the golden sunlight makes everyone understand that it is already dusk.

The Nine Middle School Basketball Hall surrounded by the woods stands luxuriously there, and the golden sunlight shines on it, emitting a beautiful halo. At this moment, a high shouting sound was raised in this most luxurious and famous stadium in Nanjing, and the sound seemed to have penetrated the stadium and floated in the entire sky.

"Nine Middle School, Nine Middle School, Invincible, Invincible```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

55 to 54!

Two hours ago, no one could imagine this score, no matter what, even the ambitious Yan Yufeng could not imagine it after the first quarter.

Only one point difference!

No. 12 Middle School saw the hope of victory, No. 9 Middle School smelled the murderous intent of the wolf pack, but the more than 5,000 spectators sitting in the stadium inexplicably felt a crisis.

The crisis of destruction.

Everyone began to shout spontaneously, hoping to use their voice to arouse the love and worship of the Nine Middle School basketball team to stand up again and eliminate the crisis.

The sound of shouting sounded loudly throughout the stadium, and everyone shouted in their greatest voice, hoping that their strength could do something for their team.

These cute fans!

Yan Yufeng looked back in surprise and looked at the audience shouting. Some of them were more students of the same age as him. Yan Yufeng knew very well that their blood was hot and their hearts were hot, and they were boiling for basketball, but not for themselves.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Yan Yufeng closed his mouth.

Hu Weidong remained calm. He looked at the crazy shouts of the audience, but he was extremely excited, but there was a huge worry behind the excitement.

If Jiangsu has been rampant for three years, the image of the domineering player will be deeply imprinted in every team's Nanjing Jiu Middle School, which is defeated in this critical game, will be unimaginable.

The Ninth Middle School General lost the best opportunity to win the national high school competition. In the Ninth Middle School, which has a basketball genius led by Lu Di, all of them are considered by the media to be the strongest in history. The record this year also proves this point. In the warm-up matches and trial matches, in addition to the small victory for China Southern Airlines Affiliated High School due to personnel absence and tactics, other games have won every game without exception.

No team was afraid and trembling when they were playing against No. 9 Middle School.

But such strength can only exist for one year. Next year, Lu Di will leave No. 9 Middle School and advance to a higher institution. Everyone understands what this will mean after losing No. 9 Middle School.

Even with such strength, he was beaten by an unknown small team until the end of the third quarter. However, this small team never gave their all. They have always maintained the physical strength of several main players. What are they waiting for?

Xia Tian knows!

He has finally deeply understood the perseverance and ambition of this team. They are not here to play perfunctorily. From the beginning, they came with the idea of ​​winning the Jiangsu championship.

This terrible team!

There is not much time left, and Xia Tian understands that he must come up with a set of plans as soon as possible, a defensive plan that prevents the pace of the 12th Middle School. This decision may be rational, but it is by no means correct. Xia Tian still does not understand what the true meaning of winning the game is. Defense is important, offense is also important, but the most important thing is morale.

Soldiers without morale cannot expect them to win a beautiful victory under their command.

Lu Di knew and understood that this might be the difference between players and coaches. When he saw his former confidence and laughing teammates sitting there, looking lifeless, his heart began to sink.

The shouts from the audience were still loud and enthusiastic, but Lu Di felt a deep chill.

He despised failure and hated the loser, but the winner of this game seemed to be no longer destined to be himself, but the other party. Lu Di took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

He knew what he was going to do now!

The mission of saving No. 9 Middle School must be completed by me!

"The fourth quarter is coming, we should play!" Lu Di said lightly.

The teammates slowly stood up, Xia Tian was still explaining loudly, but no one was listening quietly, including Lu Di himself.

Use your own battle to awaken your teammates!

Lu Di's face was full of a firm expression, and he jumped gently a few times, slapping his teammates one by one, but he didn't say anything.

"Captain!" Di Zhen suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Lu Di turned around, smiled and asked, "What are you doing? Di Zhen!"

"I don't want to fail!" Di Zhen lowered his head and still lowered his voice.

Feeling the captain approaching, Di Zhen did not look up, and Lu Di's soft voice sounded in his ears: "I don't want to!"

"But ````````````!" Di Zhen opened his mouth, but only said one word Dan.

"Come on! Victory will belong to us!" Lu Di hugged Di Zhen gently and whispered in his ear, as if it was comfort, but also as if it was a prophecy.

Di Zhen raised his head and looked at the captain's still smiling face and the fiery eyes. His depressed heart slowly became warm.

"It's time to play!" Lu Di said that, and turned around and walked towards the stadium. His steps were firm and his back was powerful. Di Zhen suddenly felt a strong impulse.

I want to fight with the captain!

Yan Yufeng was already standing on the field. Behind him, Ye Changfeng, Gaoyuan, Han Dazhu, and Xiang Jie stood there with their hips on their hips.

Lu Di's heart trembled because he saw the determination in the eyes of the five people in front of him.

After three ups and downs, Lu Di firmly believed that the five starting players of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School were no longer the five panicked and weak openings, but the five real tigers.

Lu Di clearly realized that the eyes of these five people were all on him, with his eyes being alert and cautious, but his expression was fearless.

He smiled softly and turned to look at his teammates. Lu Di's gentle expression suddenly became sharp and he shouted loudly. All his teammates looked at him in a daze.

"Everyone cheers me up!" Lu Di was like a different person, and he was so murderous at this moment.

No longer looking at the expressions of his teammates, Lu Di turned around again, bowed his body, inserted his jersey into his trousers with both hands, and suddenly stared at No. 8 in front of him.

Yan Yufeng also heard Lu Di's roar, smiled faintly, turned his head to look at his teammates, then clapped his hands and shouted, "Time is coming soon, are you ready?"

"No problem!" the four of them replied with a loud smile.

"Haha!" Yan Yufeng turned around with a laugh.

It's time to solve the outcome!

The ball was sent from the backcourt of Nanjing Jiu Middle School, and Lu Di personally took the initiative and took the ball to the frontcourt.

Yan Yufeng walked forward slightly, stood there half-bowed, looking at Lu Di three meters away.

Lu Di stood there, as if he was casually waving the ball on the spot, but his eyes were watching the whole half.

Lu Di suddenly raised his left hand and raised his index finger high. He immediately, Ren Fei, who was standing on the right bottom line, rushed over. Yan Yufeng immediately understood something, looked back at the entire situation, and shouted loudly: "Make up!"

Lu Di moved. Just as Ren Fei rushed to Yan Yufeng quickly, he moved along the three-point line along the three-point line to the center like a cunning rabbit, and cleverly inserted from the inside line to meet Lu Di.

Lu Diton lowered his body, and just as the plateau was about to be attached to his body, he suddenly accelerated again. After a break, his body changed direction again, and he jumped over from the other side of the plateau with a big leap.

Gao Yuan had no time to think about it, so he turned around and pulled it, because he understood that if he let him pass, he would not let Lu Di enter the inside line.

It's too late!

Lu Di shouted loudly and got up and shot. Even under the interference of the plateau, he still maintained a stable shooting posture. Even if the thirteen center forward had already rushed over and Zhang Wu his huge hands, Lu Di was still as calm as water.

Go!

The wrist trembled gently, and the ball rolled away like a spiritually flying.

"Beep!" The referee blew the thug's whistle.

Lu Di and Gao Bai hugged each other in a mess and sat on the ground.

Lu Di immediately started to bounce back and yelled loudly, but this time it was not a roar at No. 12 Middle School, but a face to his teammates.

All the teammates could be stunned and stared at the captain with an excited expression.

Yan Yufeng looked at the basket in surprise, looked at the score again, and shrugged his shoulder helplessly.

Two points are valid, and there is a penalty once!

"brush!"

Free throw!

58 to 54.

Lu Di turned around and ran towards his half, shouting loudly as he ran.

Yan Yufeng received the ball, but immediately passed it to Ye Changfeng's hand. Ye Changfeng swung his body and dribbled the ball to the left. The body that moved quickly to the left suddenly stopped the moment he received the ball, spread his body, and without hesitation, he opened his hand and shot.

"brush!"

Ye Changfeng changed his teeth and recovered two points!

Yan Yufeng and Ye Changfeng briefly hit the palm and immediately went into defense again.

The ball was passed on the outside twice and then hung into the inside line. Yang Huo received the ball, but the ball did not pause in Yang Huo's hands for half a second, but left his hands again.

The ball flew parallel in the air, and a pair of powerful hands caught him steadily, and then kicked up on the ground.

He twisted his body in the air, held the ball with one hand and changed a beautiful small curve in the air, avoiding the big hand that Xiang Jie had sealed, and then shook gently and headed towards the basket.

60 to 56!

Lu Di jumped gently under the basket a few times, then ran out of the inside with murderous intent, like a commander who was full of blood, still persisted, using all his strength to shout his teammates to quickly return to defense.

Yan Yufeng leaned down and looked back at the silent night wind.

Ye Changfeng raised his head and looked at Yan Yufeng, pursed his lips, and slowly said, "He seems to be going crazy!"

"It's not that I'm going to get angry, but I'm already starting to get angry!" Yan Yufeng smiled, then clapped his palms and shouted loudly: "It's our turn to us, we'll cheer me up. We can't let him score just by hitting the wall like this!"
To be continued...