Basketball Myth: Super Guard

"Shh!"

Goal scored, score 3:2.

The ball referee didn't notice the small movements of Hou Yong's feet, so he didn't call a foul, but Qin Hao paid attention and saw it clearly. Just when Zhao Xuebing was about to bypass Hou Yong, Hou Yong stretched out his foot and tripped Zhao Xuebing, almost Let Zhao Xuebing fall.

on the field.

Guo Kai didn't care about being scored by Zhao Liang, but looked at Zhao Xuebing: "Are you okay?"

Zhao Xuebing shook his head: "It's okay, I just stumbled." But he also felt something was wrong, remembering what Qin Hao said, he secretly paid attention to it.

Seven attack.

Zhao Xuebing came to the front court and passed the ball to Yuan Xiaogang. Yuan Xiaogang had played Zuo Xiaojun before, and it was very easy, so he decided to do it again. Zuo Xiaojun is 184 cm tall, so his height is not a big disadvantage, but he is too thin. Compared with Yuan Xiaogang, the confrontation was too bad, and Yuan Xiaogang forcibly pushed him away.

Yuan Xiaogang passed Zuo Xiaojun, rushed to the basket, and jumped up to meet the defender, but saw Hou Yong jumping up on the inside, and slapped Yuan Xiaogang in the face without hitting the basketball.

Snapped!

A crisp sound, it hurts to hear.

Yuan Xiaogang cried out in pain and fell to the ground with his face covered. The referee blew the whistle and gave Hou Yong a foul, but Hou Yong didn't care, and even sneered at Yuan Xiaogang.

"Asshole." Zhao Hai was furious and pushed Hou Yong forward, "Are you going to play, is it for the ball or for the people?"

"I didn't mean to." Hou Yong immediately made an innocent expression and looked at the referee.

The referee thought for a while, but still did not give Zhao Hai a technical foul, but warned him to stay calm, Guo Kai even held Zhao Hai, Yuan Xiaogang also raised his head, endured the burning pain in his face, and persuaded: "Da Hai, I'm fine, don't be impulsive. "

But Yuan Xiaogang clearly has a few bright red finger prints on his face, how could he be fine?

"He's meowing."

"Is this a fight or a game?"

Seeing the fingerprints on Yuan Xiaogang's face, the players of No. 7 Middle School were angry.

One by one, they glared at Hou Yong, but Hou Yong showed a flat appearance, opened and closed his mouth, provocatively: "Come on, come and beat me."

"I x..." One of the players was furious.

Seeing that the situation was going to get out of control, Jiang Fangping immediately called a timeout.

The players of No. 7 Middle School angrily returned to the field, while the students of No. 7 Middle School in the audience didn't have so much scruples, and yelled at each other. The little fat man Peng Jun blushed and yelled at No. 6 Middle School for being mean, but his eyes were too small and he wore a black frame. Glasses, no matter how you look at it, there is no fierce look at all.

"This is too ruthless, is it necessary?" Seventh Middle School students resented.

"This is called defensive toughness. Do you understand basketball?" The students of No. 6 Middle School were quibbling.

The two sides insisted on their own words and scolded each other in the air. It was very lively. Fortunately, there were students from No. 2 Middle School in the auditorium of both sides, otherwise there might be a fight.

......

On the side of the court, the rest area of ​​No. 7 Middle School.

The players of No. 7 Middle School were so angry that Jiang Fangping also had a gloomy face. He glanced at Qin Hao and said, "It seems that you are right. No. 6 Middle School is not sturdy, but dirty."

Guo Kai agreed, frowned and asked, "Coach, then next..."

Jiang Fangping said: "Yuan Xiao has just come down to rest, and Lu Jun will come on. Jiang Feng, we will rely on you for the next attack. If you use your strength, the opponent thinks that they can win the game by using some insidious means. That is a dream. But you also have to Be careful and try to shoot as much as possible to avoid injury."

Jiang Feng nodded with a cold expression and anger in his eyes.

Seeing Yuan Xiaogang's appearance, Jiang Xue couldn't help worrying about his brother, and held Jiang Feng: "Brother, you have to be careful, it doesn't matter if you score two goals less, don't get hurt."

Jiang Feng just hummed.

Pause ends soon.

The two sides returned to the court, Hou Yong grinned with a complacent expression, and the coach praised him just now after the timeout, saying that he did a good job. , is equivalent to breaking an arm in seven, he is a great achievement.

Huang Hao, the coach of No. 6 Middle School, praised Hou Yong, but replaced Zuo Xiaojun. He was very dissatisfied with Zuo Xiaojun's indecision.

Yuan Xiao just got to the free throw line, but his face was still hot. He failed to hit two free throws. After the penalty, he was replaced. He was replaced and replaced by Lu Jun.

The No. 6 High School was not only mean and insidious on the defensive end, but also on the offensive end. The inside Qi Bing took the ball from a low position, leaned on Zhao Hai, suddenly hugged the ball and turned around, his elbow flew up, and his elbow was against Zhao Hai's chest. It made Zhao Hai feel stuffy in his chest and almost suffocated.

But Qi Bing took the opportunity to score the ball.

Qin Hao frowned, but what made people helpless was that Qi Bing's movements were very hidden, the referee didn't see it, and he didn't call him an offensive foul.

In the next few rounds, the No. 6 middle school relied on various small moves to make stumbles, making the players of the seventh middle school very depressed, and even if they had a good chance, the sixth middle school could not hide their underhand tricks, and they would also foul fiercely. , so that the offense of No. 7 Middle School was not smooth, and it stumbled all the way.

The game was divided into four quarters, each of 10 minutes, but the first quarter played for more than four minutes.

"Nothing but the Seventh High School."

"that is."

In the auditorium, students from No. 6 Middle School laughed.

But soon they were no longer happy.

on the field.

"The ball." Jiang Feng ran back, shook off Deng Xianhai, and asked for the ball at Zhao Xuebing. Zhao Xuebing immediately passed the ball to Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng received the ball without any delay and shot directly.

Deng Xianhai chased after him, didn't care, just sneered. Jiang Feng was only a freshman in high school. Like him, he didn't believe how strong Jiang Feng was, not to mention it was a three-pointer.

But the next moment...

Swish!

With a soft sound, the basketball hollowed into the net.

The sneer on Deng Xianhai's face solidified, and he looked at the basket in amazement. The ball was actually thrown by Jiang Feng.

The coach of No. 6 Middle School, Huang Hao, stared at Jiang Feng, his eyelids twitched, and he rushed onto the field and shouted, "Deng Xianhai, keep an eye on him." He had a bad feeling that a freshman from No. 7 Middle School was a bit difficult.

Deng Xianhai got serious and followed Jiang Feng closely, but Jiang Feng was 190 cm tall and Deng Xianhai was only 183 cm, which was a lot worse. I saw Jiang Feng catch the ball, first made a tentative move, Deng Xianhai retreated subconsciously, and then saw Jiang Feng directly Dry pull, wrist shake.

Swish!

Enter again.

The score suddenly became 10:10.

The coach of No. 6 Middle School changed his face, and his anxiety became stronger and stronger. He stared at the court without blinking, and his face became worse and worse, because Deng Xianhai was completely unable to guard against Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng shot too accurately, relying on his height advantage Deng Xianhai scored the jumper before he could react.

Before I knew it, the first quarter was coming to an end, and the score became 17:15, and the score was overtaken by the seventh, leading by 2 points.

"Damn." Huang Hao cursed inwardly, called a pause, and stared at Jiang Feng, "I thought that taking Yuan Xiaogang down would be a waste of an arm in Seventh Middle School, but I didn't expect such a guy to appear. Seventh Middle School is really a shit. Luckily, a freshman in high school is so strong. Hmph, wait for me..."