Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

"Shh!"

With a soft sound, Gao Yiyang hit a jumper.

But when he turned around, Zhuang Yu used the pick-and-roll to break through, and after throwing Gao Yiyang away, Zhong Zhengjun had to throw away Yang Fei and pounce on Zhuang Yu, otherwise he would send Zhuang Yu to score.

However, as soon as he pounced, Zhuang Yu hit the ground and passed the ball to Yang Fei. Yang Fei hit the board and scored two points.

"hateful."

On the sidelines, the No. [-] Middle School players looked ugly.

The No. [-] Middle School coach shook his head helplessly. A few minutes had passed in the third quarter, but they still couldn't catch up with the score, and even allowed the opponent to widen the gap.

In fact, Gao Yiyang from the No. [-] Middle School played very well. His scoring ability is indeed very strong. In addition, there is Yu Rui. The two work together and play well on the offensive end.But the problem is that they can't defend No. [-] Middle School's attack, especially Zhuang Yu's breakthrough.

"Coach." Xu Gang stepped forward depressed, and suggested to the coach, "Should we let them double-team that No. 7 (Zhuang Yu)?"

"It's too late." The No. 7 Middle School coach smiled wryly: "The opponent should replace Yuan Feng and Xiao Qingyang immediately. When they come up, double-teaming No. [-] is equivalent to giving them points."

"Hey..." Xu Gang also reacted, and sighed helplessly.

It's just that who would have thought that there would be such a powerful character among the first-year high school players in No. [-] Middle School, and not one, but two.

In other words, the No. [-] Middle School has three strong points, Yuan Feng, Xiao Qingyang, Zhuang Yu, and Han Hui is not weak, which makes it difficult for the No. [-] Middle School to defend.

Sure enough, No. [-] Middle School began to change people.

Yang Fei and Mo Fan were replaced by Yuan Feng and Xiao Qingyang, and the five players on the field became Yuan Feng, Han Hui, Gao Xiaoguang, Xiao Qingyang, and Zhuang Yu.

At the same time, the No. [-] Middle School also made a substitution, replacing Zhang Zihao and Xu Gang together to form their starting lineup.

This is also helpless, No. [-] Middle School is now behind in the score, and the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable. As the game time goes by, it will only become more difficult.Therefore, the coach of the No. [-] Middle School can only put all his eggs in one basket and send the starting lineup, hoping to catch up with the score before the end of this quarter.No matter how bad it is, the score must be narrowed, and the point difference cannot continue to expand, otherwise the fourth quarter will be very difficult.

It's just that it's of no use.

After three quarters, the morale of No. [-] Middle School was like a rainbow, and they were full of confidence in victory. On the other hand, the morale of No. [-] Middle School was a little low, and the players were not as confident as they were at the beginning.

......

"ball."

On the court, Zhang Zihao asked for the ball in the low post, then singled out Yuan Feng, took two steps back and then made a turnaround jump shot.As a result, Yuan Feng had already seen through it, so he flew up immediately, gave Zhang Zihao a strong hot pot, and directly flew the fan out of bounds.

A middle school student cheered again.

"Damn it." Zhang Zihao cursed secretly, his face extremely ugly, and he remembered the fear of being dominated by Yuan Feng last year.

One year has passed, I thought everything was different, but I didn't expect the result to be like this... The psychological shadow area is bigger.

After a while, Zhang Zihao seemed lost.

On the offensive end, he hit the iron again and again, and even when the opportunity came out, he just couldn't make it, and his state was gone.

On the defensive end, he couldn't guard Yuan Feng.

All of a sudden, the eighth middle school was completely suppressed. Even if Gao Yiyang played well, he couldn't stop the further expansion of the gap.

"beep......"

When the third quarter ended, the score was 57:47, leading by 10 points.

Several No. [-] middle school players came to the sidelines and sat down, all of them downcast. No one spoke, they just gasped for breath.

The huge psychological gap, coupled with the disadvantage of the score, made them play very hard and feel tired more easily.

"It's okay, there is one more session." The coach of the No. [-] Middle School comforted him, and he knew just by watching the players' reactions that his comfort was useless.

......

One side here.

Zhuang Yu and the others came to the field, and they were greeted by warm cheers from their teammates.

"Nice job."

"Han Hui's lob dunk was too explosive."

"Zhuang Yu, when did your kid's passing become so good? I remember that in the first two days when you joined the team, your passing was still very poor."

"What do you know? This is genius. What is genius? Genius is what you need to do in a month or a year. Others can do it in a day or a week."

Everyone was talking in a hurry, and the atmosphere was very lively.

There is only the last quarter left, with a 10-point lead. For Yizhong, as long as the fourth quarter does not play too badly, the game will be stable.

With a smile on his face, Yang Guohui is very satisfied with the performance of the players. Whether it is the old players like Yuan Feng and Han Hui, or the two new players like Zhuang Yu and Xiao Qingyang, they all performed well. Leading eight out of ten in three quarters is enough Says it all.

Of course, there are no problems.

For example, the defense against Gao Yiyang and Yu Rui was still not in place, allowing Gao Yiyang and Yu Rui to score a lot of points.

In addition, there were many mistakes, mainly due to the lack of tacit understanding between the old and new players, and the lack of cooperation between Zhuang Yu and Xiao Qingyang...

But in general, today has exceeded his expectations, and he is more confident about the upcoming city league.

......

The fourth quarter begins.

At the beginning, neither side played the main force. After all, everyone had to rest, and the main players of both sides played for a long time in the third quarter.

This happened to allow Yang Fei, Zhang Yong, and Zhou Lei to practice.

Anyway, the No. [-] Middle School has the advantage and leads by a lot, and both sides have rotations, so even if they don't play well, it's not a big problem.

The three of them did not play very well, they seemed nervous on the court, they couldn't let go, they didn't dare to make moves, and they made a lot of mistakes...

This is actually the normal behavior of newcomers.

As for Zhuang Yu and Xiao Qingyang, these two are not ordinary people, their talent and strength far exceed those of their peers.

After a few minutes, the point difference was narrowed to 6 points.

"Timeout, substitution." Yang Guohui called a timeout, and made a substitution, replacing Yuan Feng, Han Hui, Xiao Qingyang, and Zhuang Yu.

At the same time, the No. [-] Middle School also replaced the starting lineup.

Despite the disadvantage and unfavorable situation, the Eighth Middle School still wants to try harder.However, the reality is always cruel. They hadn't been able to play the combination of Yizhong before, and they still couldn't do it now.After a while, the point difference was opened, and it returned to double digits.

"The eighth middle school is over."

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When the game time is getting shorter and shorter, but the point difference has returned to more than ten points, the game has lost its suspense.

In the end, when the game ended, the score was fixed at 73:62.

Yizhong defeated Bazhong with an 11-point lead and won the warm-up match.

Yuan Feng scored a team-high 18 points, plus 7 rebounds, 2 assists, and sent 3 blocks, two of which were on Zhang Zihao.

Xiao Qingyang came off the bench and scored the team's second-highest 15 points, showing his talent and strength, which is impressive.

Zhuang Yu didn't take many shots. He only scored 7 points, but he sent out 12 assists. Half of the assists came from him. Mo Fan, the team's starting point guard, was hit hard. This man is really good It is incomparable.

A game came to an end.

The coach of the No. [-] Middle School greeted the players and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he turned back, looked at the players of the No. [-] Middle School, and whispered to himself: "I'm afraid the No. [-] Middle School is about to rise."