Call!

The whole court boiled, and the second half of the first match of the lower bracket officially began.

Commenting on Appen's first warm-up court: "Beifu No. 1 Middle School successfully overtook the score in the second half of the first half, and Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School Co., Ltd. responded in the second half? ”

As soon as the words fell, the players of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School had already flocked to the backcourt of Beifu like a pack of wolves.

The showdown has officially begun!

……

"Run! Movement! ”

Li Xingjue, who was at the top of the arc, commanded the battle with the appearance of a commander, and at the same time, after he divided the ball, he quickly inserted the inside line, and the fast play style of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School began to show its power.

The rotation of the forbidden area in Beifu No. 1 Middle School was torn apart, and Mei Qian saw this situation in her eyes, but she could only be anxious.

As the head coach, it was the first time that such a large-scale out-of-control situation occurred, and she felt deeply remorseful but powerless.

The double inside line of captain Li Yuan and Li Lang was involved one after another by the Fuzhou inner line that was faster than them. I thought that I had a height advantage and was more threatening on the inside, but I didn't expect that the head coach of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School arranged the tactics for them to only block and cover.

"Chance!"

I don't know who said anything, Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School inexplicably completely pulled the left wing away, and it was the scoring guard they had just replaced - Li Gang who received the ball.

What shocked Beifu even more was that it was the assassin with the weakest single defense strength of the team who defended him - Jing Ke!

"What!"

The ghost blade in the stands stretched out his head inexplicably, and his face was so that Zhong Feixuan on the side couldn't understand it, he was used to seeing the ghost blade's always indifferent face, this was the first time he had seen such a panicked move.

At this time, the players on the field in Beifu are in a state of mind like ghost blades, especially the core on the field now, Zhong Jinyun is anxiously waiting for the opportunity, ready to help Jing Ke change defense.

It's a pity it's too late!

Li Gang glanced at the defensive position of Beifu, and immediately launched a back attack with all his might!

"Drink!"

With a low roar, his body leaned strongly towards Jing Ke's thin body.

Wow!

The sidelines exclaimed in unison, because Li Gang in the field was approaching the inside line with a surprised rush speed, and Jing Ke had no way to exert his strength at all.

The balance of victory is unconsciously tipping to Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School.

"Huh!"

Another roar.

Li Gang suddenly exerted his strength again, Jing Ke couldn't bear it at all, and fell down in response.

"Whew!"

The audience erupted in boos.

Brush.

Li Gang hit a close-range throw.

45 to 47!

Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School took the lead in the second half!

"Li Gang hit, Beifu looks like it's in crisis!"

Zhang Lijie explained.

Zhong Jinyun hurriedly ran towards Jing Ke, pulled him up, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

His teammates followed, gathering around.

"Yes, it's fine."

Jing Ke wiped the corners of his mouth and got up.

Beifu began to attack.

Jing Ke controls the ball on the outside, and according to tactics, the inside line is now covering Zhong Jinyun to block and dismantle.

But Jing Ke waited for a while, and Brother Yun's figure still did not appear in the predetermined position.

"Hmph, I'll see how you run!"

Li Haiming stood on the sidelines and smiled contemptuously.

Jing Ke couldn't wait any longer, approached the forbidden area, and without taking two steps, Li Xingjue blocked in front of him.

"Hit him! Hit him! ”

Cheering voices rang out from the sidelines again.

With little time left, Jing Ke decided to come by herself.

Night strikes, and the Assassin grips the sheath.

Bell!

The cold wind swept by, Jing Ke banished his pace, still at full speed, and the speed of his figure approached that of Li Xingjue.

"It's coming."

Li Xingjue stood in place, reminding himself in a low voice.

Look at the footsteps first,

Right!

Li Xingjue caught the afterimage and swung to the right without hesitation, but the result was beyond his expectations.

Jing Ke almost changed direction close to his face, his steps jumped lightly, and he perfectly deviated from the predetermined track, leaving Li Xingjue stunned in place.

"Burst in!"

Appen exclaimed excitedly.

How will the inner line of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School respond to this lightning!

Fast as the wind, fast as electricity.

Jing Ke didn't slow down at all and ran towards the inside line.

"Cross step!"

Ah Peng followed the whole process word by word.

In that very small area, Jing Ke used cross-steps to deceive Yang Haoming's defense, jumped softly, and completed the layup.

"Score again!"

Appen stretched out his hands and shouted.

It was as if he was no longer a narrator, but an audience member who enjoyed the wonderful performance.

49 to 45, Beifu also to color.

The ghost blade in the stands retracted his head, cocked Erlang's legs, and changed back to that indifferent appearance again, but all this was seen by Zhong Feixuan.

"Danger!"

Zhong Jinyun shouted anxiously.

I heard Jing Ke snort in pain, and then his body fell on the court again, and the cold and piercing pain spread in Jing Ke's body.

And it was Li Gang, the thickest man in Fuzhou No. 7, who completed all this, and he once again scored in the same position.

"Cut, kid!"

What appeared in his eyes was full of disdain for the team in Beifu.

The referee did not blow the whistle, and the attack just now was indeed inviolable, which was a complete physical disadvantage, causing Jing Ke to fall to the ground.

"Are you alright?"

Zhong Jinyun rushed to Jing Ke's side again, with indescribable pain in his eyes, as if it was not Jing Ke who fell to the ground, but himself.

How can you be so cruel to a small child!

But that's the game!

This is the stage of the whole country!

Zhong Jinyun was extremely entangled in his heart, what should he do, how to stop the misplaced singles of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School.

"I'm fine, Brother Yun."

Jing Ke staggered to his feet and said.

The teammates on the field, Li Yuan, Li Lang, and Liu Kui all had bitterness and couldn't speak. Let's not talk about tactical positioning, just talking about my current state, I can't take on the offensive responsibility at all.

"Come again!"

Zhong Jinyun held his breath and shouted loudly.

But the situation was far more difficult than they imagined, Jing Ke had two misplaced singles, and his physical strength and speed had inexplicably decreased a lot, and Li Xingjue was preventing Jing Ke's breakthrough with incredible speed.

And Zhong Jinyun's own situation was even more dangerous, Li Gang stuck to himself like kraft candy, and as Liu Kui missed the shot from a distance, Beifu's attack completely cooled down.

The crowd who supported Beifu on the sidelines instantly turned against each other and began to boo the team they had just supported.

The situation is completely reversed!

Whew!

Boos rang out, Li Gang grabbed his position on the right flank, and turned his back to Jing Ke for the third time.

At this time, Jing Ke's face was already as timid, and he didn't know how to defend against this opponent who was several times stronger than him.

It's moving!

Li Gang moved his pace!

"Jin Yun!"

Captain Li Yuan suddenly shouted.

Zhong Jinyun in his eyes was putting aside his position and did not hesitate to make up for Li Gang's defensive position.

"Beifu is in chaos!"

tension in a word.

This is a national competition, how can there be such a low-level mistake!

The ball in Li Gang's hand quickly passed out, grazed Zhong Jinyun's body, and fell into the hand of Li Xingjue in the distance.

How could the complacent captain of Fuzhou waste such a precious opportunity.

The hand is up and the knife falls, and the three points fall into the bag!

In Li Xingjue's excited eyes, Zhong Jinyun's back was so lonely.

Even Zhong Jinyun himself suddenly realized how could he do such a stupid thing.

Honk!

Missy called a timeout.

Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School has fully gained momentum, and Fuzhou's coach Li Haiming has seized on Beifu's weakness, severely humiliated their defense, and defused their attack with speed to win.

"Beifu is in danger."

Zhang Zhang said.

"The deadliest two-guard combination in Beifu has been stifled, on the contrary, the speed of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School is extremely fast, and Fuzhou now has a huge advantage in this speed matchup."

"I don't agree with you, I think Beifu still has the strength to spare, as a national team, it is impossible to have such a few tricks." Ah Peng has completely become a fan of Beifu.

"Then let's wait and see."

……

Beifu bench.

Bu Xiaotian was nowhere to be found, and according to the leader's words, he had returned to the locker room.

Although Mei Qian said that she was angry, she was even more helpless, the team seemed to have completely disobeyed her arrangement, and the team's loss of control was a huge blow to the coach.

Mei Qian looked at the players around her, Jing Ke could no longer play, he was completely targeted, the guard line could only go up to Weisi and Mu Shangtian, but Weis's pace couldn't keep up with Li Xingjue, and Mu Shangtian was completely inaccurate, on the front line, Liu Kui, who was good at breaking through, was completely strangled by the contraction of the inner line, Bu Xiaotian refused to play, and the inner line couldn't do anything at all, and no one seemed to be able to solve the situation.

Mei Qian fell into an extremely passive position, and could only hope that these few minutes of timeout could calm down the players, especially the current backbone - Zhong Jinyun.

……

Grandstand.

An old and deep male voice sounded: "It seems that she can't get over this hurdle." ”

"Why are you here?" Someone responded, and the voice was equally low.

"I'm coming to see him."

'It's something they have to face and I believe in her. Old Kim. The man turned around and continued to watch the game.

"I believe in him too."

After Lao Jin finished speaking, he set his eyes on Zhong Jinyun, and his eyes showed incomparable love.

……

Honk!

The pause passed quickly.

Beifu No. 1 Middle School replaced Jing Ke with Weis, and when he heard the news of this change, Ah Peng said with some annoyance: "Beifu really replaced the point guard." ”

Mei Qian is also helpless, and now she begs that Weiss can share the pressure of Zhong Jinyun's ball.

But the banner of attack can only rely on you!

Zhong Jinyun in Meiqian's eyes was bending down to tie his shoes, his movements were slow, Zhong Jinyun's teeth were rattling, but he used a voice that only he could hear, telling himself word by word: Be calm.

The boos are jubilant, the opponent is eyeing each other, and between the swords and swords, can you dip the blood into the painting?

……

"Come on!"

Su Ying clasped her hands in front of her chest in front of the computer screen, her eyes staring at the '24' in the camera intently, not letting go of his every move, just like every audience who supports Beifu.

It's just that her heart is more unique, so unique that she can only match the name 'Zhong Jinyun'.

……

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Author's Note: May you still be there.