Wang Xuechao's brows were frowning tightly. He looked at the stadium nervously, walking back and forth uneasyly on the sidelines, constantly cheering for every cooperation of his team, and sighing for every score of Nanjing Jiu Middle School, waving his hands like an ventilating.

Yan Yufeng received the ball, turned around, and then swayed violently to the left and right, then turned his whole body with his left foot as the center axis, got up, leaned back, and shot out.

The basketball almost flew over the bottom line, rubbing the edge of the rebound high, falling like a basket.

"call!"

The audience blurted out about this wonderful backward shot.

Sitting on the ground, Yan Yufeng looked at Lu Di who was still in the cover position, slowly stretched out his right hand, raised his index finger and gently shook it in front of his mouth.

Lu Di looked back at the basket helplessly, as if he still didn't believe that the ball had entered, but immediately regained his expression and pulled Yan Yufeng, who was sitting on the ground.

"Come on!" Yan Yufeng whispered in his ear.

"So too!" Lu Di responded.

The two wings ran repeatedly, pulled the formation, Ren Fei and Di Zhen rotated in pick-and-roll. After twenty-two seconds, Lu Di broke through Yan Yufeng shortly and got up and threw himself.

"clang!"

The ball simply hit the inner edge of the basket and bounced into the basket.

"yeah!"

The audience burst into shocking shouts.

I went in again and opened the score again!

Lu Di raised his right arm high and clenched his fists tightly.

Every audience member had an excited expression on his face, and no one was immersed in the exciting game, and his breathing seemed to start to suck with every bounce of the orange basketball.

"It's so cool!" a viewer shouted in ecstasy.

In the short three minutes of the opening game, Nanjing Jiu Middle School and Beiyang No. 12 Middle School had a wonderful offensive battle. Both sides each got three offensive opportunities, without wasting one, and all hits.

Under the leadership of their respective leaders, the offensive and defensive rhythms of both sides were extremely fast and smooth, and no one allowed every audience present to have a leisurely time to think about anything or care about anything. Everyone could only devote themselves to it.

Lu Di got the ball again, and didn't think about anything at all. Zhang Shu shot the basketball in his hand one step outside the three-point line on the right.

Yan Yufeng didn't expect this time, so he could only try his best to go to the front side cover.

"brush!"

Another crisp sound.

The audience finally heard unanimous shouts: "Lu Di, Lu Di, MVP, MVP`````````````````````````````````!"

Lu Di shook his head lightly, stepped back, suddenly jumped up, turned around, looked at the crowd shouting at the stands, raised his hands vigorously, and made a stimulating gesture with louder voices.

"MVP,MVP``````````````````````````````````````! This time, the voice became louder and more crazy.

Lu Di turned his head, put one hand in his ear, and made a listening posture.

"Lu Di````````````````````````````!"

More than 5,000 spectators in the audience suddenly stood up and shouted vigorously to the heroes in their hearts.

The blue ocean was floating, and countless waving hands formed this exciting scene.

The teammates' faces were filled with excitement and excitement, and their eyes burst into fearless momentum.

"Lu Di is crazy!" Ye Changfeng said to Yan Yufeng with breath.

"I saw it!" Yan Yufeng smiled bitterly and shook his head gently. Now the atmosphere in the audience has irresistible.

The overlord of Jiangsu finally raised his proud head high again.

"Don't be affected, beat him hard!" Yan Yufeng raised his arm and issued an order to his teammates.

Ye Changfeng shook twice in succession, and Di Zhen was not fooled at all, and he was still standing in front of him like a rock.

The ball was passed helplessly. After passing it on the outside, Yan Yufeng rushed over from the right bottom line and caught the ball.

Lu Di was behind him, Yan Yufeng did not stop his pace, and took advantage of the rush to squeeze into the inside line.

"Close the door!" Lu Di shouted.

"No way!" Yan Yufeng bit his steel teeth and turned into one step. Before Yang Huo and Ren Fei closed the door, he jumped into the three-second zone.

As soon as his right foot landed, Yan Yufeng jumped up again, leaned back high and stuck in the air for nearly a second, then kicked his feet hard in the air, and threw the ball out with this force.

The ball threw high, but before it reached its highest point, a hand appeared terriblely in front of it.

"Bang!"

The hand and the basketball screamed loudly!

"call!"

The audience shouted happily.

Chang Meng stood there, roaring loudly at the sky.

Ye Changfeng pulled up Yan Yufeng who was sitting on the ground, with the former's expression with a strange look.

"It's actually covered!" Yan Yufeng smiled bitterly with a breath.

"It's okay, it's just a chance!" Ye Changfeng persuaded.

"I hope so!" Yan Yufeng stood up again and stood on the sidelines to serve the bottom line.

After a large-scale running, Gao Yuan caught the ball and then turned around and hung it into the inside line.

Xiang Jie suppressed Yang Huo behind him, jumped sideways, left Yang Huo's defense range, and turned around and threw.

A hand appeared in front of it surprisingly again, and then once again ruthlessly incited the basketball.

It seemed that even basketball himself could not believe that all this was true. He rolled on the ground in frustration and flicked speechlessly.

Chang Meng stared at the pair of bull's eyes and shouted wildly.

Xiang Jie stood there with his hips on his hips. He really couldn't understand why the center suddenly became so powerful and had successively mastered the frequency of each person's shooting.

Lu Di and his men hugged Chang Meng vigorously and shouted at him loudly.

The audience called Chang Meng again. At this time, the enthusiasm and blood of the audience were once again incited by the crazy performance of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, and they climbed all the way to a new boiling point.

The 24-second offensive time has been destroyed by Chang Meng's two magical scented hats so that less than three seconds left.

Yan Yufeng stood there, not knowing what he was thinking, and he was expressionless.

Wang Xuechao and Xia Tian had different expressions. One had a pale face, while the other was dancing loudly on the sidelines, dancing with his hands, not knowing what he was shouting. Perhaps even he could not understand what his mouth was shouting.

Everything came so fast that everyone's nerves forced to pull to a point of failure. Under such a passionate offensive and defensive performance, no one could calm down and do his best to shout, shout, and yell.

Crazy as fire, fierce as fire.

Can you still tolerate the atmosphere in the stadium now? This wonderful game is like sucking opium, making every audience shout loudly: Keep going! Crazy! We want it! We want it!!!

Everyone had already stood up, shouting loudly, shouting the names of every teammate on the field again and again, and the shocking sound waves rippled across the entire arena.

But don’t think that in such a crazy atmosphere, some people will be afraid and retreat. Everyone in Beiyang No. 12 Middle School has not forgotten the trust in their hearts and their current mission.

"Test again! This time, I'll do it!" Yan Yufeng said softly, his tone extremely firm.

Standing on the bottom line, Xiang Jie held the ball and looked at his teammates and opponents in front of him. They pulled fiercely, fighting for the space around each clone.

How to spread it?

Xiang Jie was hesitating, but the serving time was about to come. Suddenly, Xiang Jie saw Yan Yufeng looking at him by Lu Di.

Even though Lu Di was entangled by his side, even if there were countless flashing figures between Xiang Jie and Yan Yufeng, even if there were only less than three seconds of pressing time left for the ball, Xiang Jie still saw Yan Yufeng's flickering gaze so clearly.

Do you understand?

The eyes seemed to be whispering to him like this.

Yan Yufeng raised his hands and raised his index finger, as if he was trying hard to break free from Lu Di's entanglement, but under the flashing eyes, Xiang Jie suddenly understood something.

He stood at the bottom line of Nanjing Jiu Middle School, standing at the bottom line less than three meters next to the basket rack. His hands holding the basketball suddenly trembled upwards. The basketball was thrown high from his hands and rolled towards the back of the rebound.

Three of the four stands saw no trace of the ball, but they clearly saw Xiang Jie's shaking hands, which was now empty.

Only the audience sitting behind the Nanjing Jiu Middle School basketball hoop were surprised to see the basketball rolling up from behind the rebound, crossing the rebound, and disappearing from their sight.

Is this a mistake?

Absolutely not!

When Yan Yufeng understood the most critical moment, Xiang Jie already understood what he meant, and the rest depends on his own!

Yan Yufeng suddenly took a fierce step back and his body trembled a few times. When Lu Di was confused where he was going to focus his center of gravity, Yan Yufeng moved.

He pushed Lu Di away with both hands, then stepped out with his right foot first, landed obliquely on Lu Di's right side, and then exerted all his strength. With this powerful explosive power, Yan Yufeng finally threw Lu Di away and ran to the basket vigorously.

Lu Di turned his body unsteadily and saw that Yan Yufeng was surprisingly two meters away from him. In front of him, no teammate realized his arrival and suddenly heard the referee's serving whistle. Lu Di looked around but saw no trace of the ball.

Where to go?

Lu Di thought terriblely.

After the light of his eyes, he suddenly glanced at an orange object. He was startled and looked at him again, and his whole body was cold.
To be continued...