Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

The game has just started, and Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School is the first to win.

The fans in the auditorium all stared at Zhuang Yu, wanting to know how Jiangning No. [-] Middle School would respond.

There are two people sitting in one of the back seats, one is a boy in his 30th or [-]th year, and the other is a man in his [-]s. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his hair is well-groomed, and he has the temperament of an intellectual.

"Hey, just stick to your body, it's all in front of you." The boy had pimples on his face with Chinese characters, his mouth was big, and he looked very happy when he grinned. He raised his thick eyebrows and rushed to the side The "intellectual" said: "Uncle, Dongyuan's third defense is so close, it is better to let that No. 7 break through than let him shoot. Is that No. 7 shooting very good?"

The "intellectual" rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "You dragged me here, you don't even know, how can I know?"

"Hey..." The young man scratched his head, not angry at all, being scolded by his own uncle is too common, and he has long been immune to it.

This is a pair of uncles and nephews.

The boy's name is Zhou An, he is 15 years old, and he is still in the third year of junior high school.

Although he was still a teenager, he was tall, but sitting there was a head taller than the person next to him, and his buttocks crowded the chair to the full, with no gap at all.

The "intellectual" in the narration is named Zhou Zhiming, he is the boy's uncle, and he is also tall, but he seems to be inferior to the boy next to him.

Today Zhou Zhiming was dragged here by his nephew, otherwise he wouldn't have time to watch a high school league game.

Although he didn't give his nephew a good look, Zhou Zhiming still explained: "The No. 7 should have a good shooting ability, but most of them are not just able to shoot."

"The guard defends close to the body and prevents No. 7 from shooting. Even if No. 7 breaks through, there are still two towers inside, which can be supplemented at any time."

As he said that, he pointed at the field and said to his nephew: "Look at the position of Dongyuan No. 7 Middle School. It is obvious that they want to stick to the inside line. They just want to crucify that No. [-]."

Zhou An nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and asked again: "Uncle, what do you think the number 7 will fight?"

Zhou Zhiming smiled and didn't answer, but said to his nephew, "Let's watch the game first? We'll talk about it after this round is over."

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on the field.

Seeing the opponent's defensive position, Zhuang Yu also understood.

"Aiming at me, huh." Zhuang Yu snorted unhappily, and raised a finger, indicating to play No. 1 tactic.

The so-called No. 1 tactic is the most basic two-person coordination tactic. Zhuang Yu passes the ball to Xiao Qingyang, and then runs by himself, using the cover of his teammates to shake off the defender and find an opportunity to make a shot.

I saw Zhuang Yu circle around the inside line, use Han Hui's cover to get rid of Liu Yuan, and then return to the outside line.

Whoosh!

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Xiao Qingyang passed the ball, but Zhuang Yu couldn't make a shot because the opponent's power forward Li Chengke rushed up and changed defense in time.

Looking at Yuan Hui again, Liu Yuan had already thrown himself in front of Yuan Hui.Of course, Liu Yuan's single defense will definitely not be able to defend against Han Hui. Where is the height gap?But there is Yang Xu inside, and Han Hui doesn't have Yuan Feng's low-post skills. Even if Zhuang Yu passes the ball, it is difficult for him to score.

"This defense is indeed not comparable to that of Qingpu Middle School."

Zhuang Yu frowned slightly. The opponent's defense was changed very quickly, and the defensive adjustment was also extremely fast. Moreover, Li Chengke, a big man, was not slow and could defend outside.

This defense alone is far above Qingpu Middle School.

At this time, shooting against Li Chengke is not the best choice, nor is passing the ball to Han Hui, but there is still one person.

Whoosh!

With a flick of one hand, Zhuang Yu sent a ground pass to Yuan Feng, who was one step outside the three-point line at a 45-degree angle to the left.

"Good pass."

"The pass is beautiful. The center of Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School must guard the inside and cannot defend it. This gives the center of Jiang Ning No. [-] Middle School a chance to shoot. It depends on whether he can make the shot."

In the auditorium, many people's eyes lit up.

Some people applauded because they understood the situation on the field.Some people can't understand it, but it doesn't matter, because as long as they have eyes, they can see that Yuan Feng has an open shooting opportunity.

Yuan Feng caught the ball, jumped up, and flicked his wrist.

With a "swipe", the basketball fell into the net.

Seeing Yuan Feng's steady hit, the bench of Jiangning No. [-] Middle School immediately cheered. Yuan Feng's hand feeling seems to be pretty good today.

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in the audience.

Zhou An also said hello, turned to look at his uncle, Zhou Zhiming said: "That No. 7 is still very calm-minded, first he played a set tactic, seeing that there was no chance to make a move, he immediately thought that his center might be emptied, put The ball was passed."

"But if it were me, I would break through directly. The 'two-person coordination tactic' is dispensable."

After listening to my uncle's words, Zhou An let out a groan, thought about it carefully, and said in admiration, "My uncle is still amazing, penetrating."

Snapped!

Without any warning, Zhou Zhiming slapped Zhou An on the head, and then angrily said: "I told you not to study hard, and you can't use idioms well. Are you going to lose face? That's called penetrating into the inside, not penetrating into the inside."

Zhou An held his head: "Oh, don't hit me, I know, uncle, I know."

A few rounds passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past few rounds, the two sides have come and gone. Dongyuan No. 6 Middle School has scored two goals by virtue of its inside advantage, and Jiangning No. 4 Middle School has Yuan Feng hit another mid-range shot. The score on the court became 2:[-]. Yuan Sanzhong temporarily leads by [-] points.

Judging from the situation on the court, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, neither of them could take advantage, and the score was only two points away.

Zhou Zhiming pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and said to his nephew: "The trial stage of both parties has passed, and we must fight seriously."

Tentative?

Zhou An was taken aback.

Zhou Zhiming explained: "Both sides were just probing. Didn't you notice it? Yang Yi, the ace player of Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School, didn't make a move. He just picked and rolled with the inside line and let the inside two towers attack. In addition, although it was only a few minutes, But it can be seen that Zhuang Yu in Jiangning No. [-] Middle School is fast, has a sharp breakthrough, has a strong overall view, and has a good passing awareness. Judging from the opponent's defensive strategy against him, he is obviously a formidable character, but he didn't take a single shot. Explain what?"

Zhou An asked honestly, "What?"

Snapped!

The boy was slapped again, he shrank his neck, and looked at his uncle aggrievedly: "Uncle, why did you hit me again?"

"It was you who hit me." Zhou Zhiming stared, "I've analyzed it with you to this point, what else do you ask me, are you brainless, can you think?"

"I've been thinking about it. By the way, Uncle, how do you know that the man in Dongyuan No. 7 Middle School is the trump card, and you know his name. And that number [-], is his name Zhuang Yu?"

"Why do I have such a stupid nephew like you, I'll kill you." Zhou Zhiming almost ran away, "Can't you hear the people around you talking about that Yang Yi? Can't you see the name on the back of the No. 7 jersey? You're so mad me."