Ye Changfeng laughed loudly, pointed to the plateau, and said, "We are there!" After pausing, he patted Ouyang Shangzhi again, bent down and whispered in his ear, "Don't forget, our No. 8 has not yet appeared!"

Ouyang Shangzhi's body was shocked, and he looked back at Yan Yufeng who was smiling and looking at him. His expression suddenly calmed down. Yes! Our No. 8 has not yet appeared!

"Dou!" The referee raised his hand to signal the teams to the field.

Ye Changfeng pulled Ouyang Shangzhi's jersey and said, "Our No. 23 should be on the court! Haha!" As he said that, he half pulled and half raised Ouyang Shangzhi to the court.

When Su Zhicheng saw a player who was obviously childish and undefeated, his eyes couldn't help but bulge.

What does this mean? Is this another secret weapon?

In my mind, this player wearing the No. 23 jersey never appeared. Obviously, this is another secret weapon of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Su Zhicheng glanced at him a few more times and immediately understood the location of No. 23.

"Organizing guard? It's really strange. Can such a short kid be competent for this position?" Su Zhicheng said to himself.

In front of the TV, Lu Di and Hu Weidong looked at each other, all of whom were confused.

Who is this No. 23? Is it newly recruited? Why is it so small? Organizing the defender? No?

A series of questions emerged in their minds like bubbles.

"Who is he?" Hu Weidong finally couldn't help it and asked first.

"I don't know either!" Lu Di smiled bitterly.

What happened this month in Beiyang No. 12 Middle School? It has changed so much?

"Let's watch the game first. After that, we will know what the 23rd is capable of," Hu Weidong said helplessly.

With the referee's whistle, the third quarter began.

Standing on the bottom line, he sent the ball to Ouyang Shangzhi and encouraged him: "It's time to see you."

Ouyang Shangzhi nodded, touched the ball, which was no different from what he felt. He patted it and felt very good. Ouyang Shangzhi felt relieved and dribbled forward.

Just after midfield, Zhang Li rushed over.

Ouyang Shangzhi was startled and saw Zhang Li's fierce face, his heart that had just calmed down jumped violently again.

Zhang Li quickly came over. No. 23, who was one head shorter than himself, did not go to protect the ball, but faced him straight.

The ball was shaking in front of his eyes. Zhang Li subconsciously took it over, and his hand suddenly touched the real object. Zhang Li was stunned. Looking at the ball that had already rolled on the ground, he suddenly realized that the ball had left the control range of No. 23 in front of him.

"Wow!" Zhang Li shouted in surprise, flashed over No. 23, rushed forward, and immediately grasped the ball in his arms, took the opportunity to move forward, and then tried to run forward.

Gao Yuan was standing on the right, looking at Ye Changfeng who was standing on the left, preparing to use a double blocking tactic. Suddenly, the audience exclaimed in surprise, and immediately turned around, but saw the opponent's No. 7 running forward with the ball, while Ouyang Shangzhi stood there alone without moving.

"I'm dizzy!" Xiang Jie, who had just gotten out of breath, couldn't help but cover his head and shouted.

All the other teammates sitting on the bench looked depressed, watching No. 7 break into the empty basket and make a layup easily.

"No!" Lu Di in front of the TV went from being surprised to be strange, and finally laughed.

At the beginning, the ball was stolen just after halftime. This is really ridiculous. Although it is a non-professional high school game, such a scene should not appear here!

Gaoyuan and Ye Changfeng people looked at each other and cried. Gaoyuan looked at Ouyang Shangzhi who was still standing still, walked over and took a photo. It was not until his surprisingly big eyes were looking at him, and then said: "Hey, my organizational guard, you should be serving at the bottom line now!"

Ouyang Shangzhi was still in the clouds and fog. Before, two people couldn't steal my balls, so could they not defend against them? Why did the ball disappear just now?

What exactly happened?

Ouyang Shangzhi was full of confusion.

"Are you listening to me?" Gao Yuan saw that the referee was already standing at the bottom line and looked here coldly with the ball. He couldn't help but add some energy to his hands and shouted.

Ouyang Shangzhi was shocked and said in a panic: "I heard it, I'll send it now, I'll send it now!"

Accompanying him to the bottom line, Gao Yuan looked up at the basket, glanced at the bench at Changsha Mingde Middle School next to him, and couldn't help but sigh again.

How could the coach let Ouyang Shangzhi play? He has to practice for at least a long time.

Ouyang Shangzhi sent the ball to Gaoyuan. Gaoyuan slapped the ball, thought for a while, and then gave the ball back to Ouyang Shangzhi, then glared at him and said, "Use some thoughts to protect the ball! After halftime, we will answer you!"

Ouyang Shangzhi hugged the ball uneasyly, nodding in the so-called nodding and answering yes.

After carefully protecting the game, Zhang Li rushed over again. Seeing his arrival, Ouyang Shangzhi subconsciously turned around and arched his butt and turned his back to him.

Zhang Li was surprised and posted it on.

Since there was already a gap between the two, Zhang Li was tall and his arms were long. Even if Ouyang Shangzhi turned his back to him, his hands still repeatedly threatened Ouyang Shangzhi's hand.

"Give it to me!" Gao Yuan ran out and shouted loudly.

"Oh!" Ouyang Shangzhi responded in surprise, raised his hand and sent the ball out.

"It's over!" Ye Changfeng on the other side raised his head and said inwardly.

Sure enough, Zhang Li, who had been waiting for a long time, turned sideways and intercepted the ball from Ouyang Shangzhi's hand. This time, he was prepared for it. As soon as the ball was cut off, he immediately threw Ouyang Shangzhi away, reached forward, and controlled the ball in his hand again.

"Give it to me!" Xiao Yunfei killed from the other side and shouted to Zhang Li, who was about to leave the plateau.

Zhang Li raised his hand and passed the ball straight forward.

Xiao Yunfei began to accelerate forward, while Gao Yuan chased after him. He did not look back, confident that he could catch the ball that was flying forward first.

The two were running, and the two teams of bench balls also stood up one after another, looking at the two of them nervously.

He reached out with one hand, held the ball horizontally in his hand, and then followed the rushing momentum and inserted it down more quickly.

Yan Yufeng sighed and understood that the ball had to go in again. No. 23's speed was not bad, not to mention that he started it faster than Gaoyuan. It was already very good that Gaoyuan could chase him behind him.

Gao Yuan, who had chased after a few steps, finally gave up because if this continues, maybe the referee will have to be considered a foul, which is really a loss.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yunfei, who was unreasonable, had already felt that the enemy chasing behind him had given up. He let out a long roar, took three steps, stood up and jumped up, then grabbed the ball with his right hand, and slashed it into the basket with a fierce momentum.

"Yeah!" After the audience exclaimed, they immediately cheered loudly.

"Beautiful! Changsha Mingde has started to counterattack!" The host in the live broadcast room shouted in vain.

"We're going to fight back!" a viewer shouted.

"I just deducted it so beautifully. The five kings of the southern area are indeed amazing!" One person shouted excitedly.

"Who said no? The fast attack just now was too sudden. I thought it was just a layup, but I didn't know it was a flying dunk. I was so excited!" The other man also shouted loudly.

Gao Yuan stood on the bottom line with his hips, took the ball handed to him by the referee, and looked at Ouyang Shangzhi who was running back tactfully, with a look of depression.

"See, you woke up all the crows in the audience!" Gao Yuan pointed to the stands that were originally full of turbulence and said slowly.

"Oh, I saw it!" Ouyang Shangzhi didn't dare to raise his head and lower his head.

"You are almost angry to death. Why are you doing well off the court? It turns out like this as soon as you go on the court, and you won't even pass it to the ball!" Gao Yuan couldn't help it and said again.

"Captain, stop talking!" Ye Changfeng also ran back, looked at Ouyang Shangzhi with his head drooping, and said, "Shangzhi is still adapting to the game now. The coach asked him to play to make him adapt to the environment as soon as possible, and we don't have to be angry. We have 12 points in the leader!"

Gao Yuan looked at Ye Changfeng's peaceful expression and his anger suddenly disappeared. The coach's ability was naturally clear. Since he wanted to send Zhi to the court, his intention was very obvious.

Gaoyuan, you are so stumbling! Have you forgotten what the coach said when he came on the court?

Gao Yuan patted his head heavily, and his confused mind suddenly became clear, looking at Ye Changfeng and said, "Okay, let's take Shangzhi on the track together!"

Ouyang Shangzhi stood beside him. Seeing the captain and Brother Changfeng, listening to the conversation between the two, he kept scolding him for being useless. Why do you do this? I am really sorry to every boss.

Just as he was still blaming himself, Ye Changfeng suddenly shouted: "Oh no, it's time for half the game soon!"

Gao Yuan and Ouyang Shangzhi woke up immediately. When Ouyang Shangzhi thought about the half-time that was about to pass, he picked up the ball and went to Yun.

"Sweep!" A gust of wind came to the Mingde half of Changsha. Zhang Li was a little stunned. Why is the speed so fast?

Gao Yuan and Ye Changfeng only caught up at this time, and the latter clapped his hands and shouted, "Give it to me!"

Ouyang Shangzhi looked at Ye Changfeng, shook his hand and passed the ball out.

Ye Changfeng caught the ball and glanced at Ouyang Shangzhi. His expression was much better than at the beginning.

"Huh!" The competition officially began! Ye Changfeng glanced at No. 23 in front of him, and his eyes became sharper.

After Ye Changfeng blocked Li Feng's side, he pretended to shoot, attracted the defense of the two, and passed the ball to the plateau on the other side. The latter made a steady shot and once again widened the score to 14 points. The people on the bench of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School could finally put down their hearts.

"I was almost scared to death by that kid!" Dazhu wiped his head and said as if he was wiping his sweat.

"How could the coach let him play? I really can't figure it out!" Zhai Yong glanced at the coach standing there standing before speaking, and then said in a low voice.

"Coach, he must have intentions, don't complain!" Long Guang whispered.

Yan Yufeng glanced at everyone and glared. No one spoke any further. After a while, Yan Yufeng said: "Now is the most difficult time for Shangzhi. If we get over it, we can see a brand new Shangzhi. Don't worry!"

Zhai Yong and others pondered for a while, sighed at the same time, and Long Guang whispered: "But it's a game now, you can't play with fire*!"

"It's okay, captain, the wind is still there!" Yan Yufeng smiled slightly and comforted.

"It's all right now!" The few people looked very worried. Everyone knew that it was too risky to let a boy who was not yet 16 years old.

Wang Xuechao looked at Shang Lin again, his expression was always calm, his mouth moved, and finally came over and whispered: "Xiao Shang, do you want to replace Xiaozhi?"

Shang Lin turned his head and looked at Wang Xuechao, smiled and said, "It's okay, I have a sense of responsibility!"

"But now it's not good, Xiaozhi has not done his duty as a defender at all. Instead, it has greatly affected the plateau, Changfeng and others. Four minutes have passed in the game, and we have not had much lead!" Wang Xuechao continued without reconciliation.

Shang Lin, while watching the changes on the field, replied casually: "It doesn't matter, the outcome is clear. Shangzhi and everyone's cooperation have made progress little by little during the period of time. Maybe he can start to adapt to the game in less than ten minutes!"

Wang Xuechao finally affirmed that Shang Lin's determination could not be changed. He sighed secretly, looked up at the score, 62 to 54! There was only an advantage of 8 points left.
To be continued...