Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

No. [-] Middle School, basketball hall.

Zhao Yuanhao, Wu Xi, and Li Guangmao sat down in the camp of No. [-] Middle School students, and Teacher Liu and Teacher Tan sat with them.

"Fortunately, we caught up." Wu Xi heaved a sigh of relief.

"Look over there." Li Guangmao pointed to the Ninth High School's rest area on the sidelines. "That's the people from Ninth High School. Look at those two. They're so tall, they're a bit scary to look at."

Looking in the direction of Li Guangmao's finger, he saw a group of young people, all tall, especially two of them, almost two meters tall.

Fatty Zhao narrowed his eyes, carefully distinguished, and said: "The one wearing No. 9 autumn clothes is Yan Wenfeng, the main center of No. 198 Middle School, and his height is 10cm. The one wearing No. 196 jersey is Li Yang, the main power forward of No. [-] Middle School, and his height is [-]cm. The inside twin towers formed by the two are very powerful, and it is a nightmare for other teams."

"Hey, how do you know?" Teacher Li was a little surprised.

Wu Xi and Li Guangmao were also taken aback, but they realized immediately, this fat man is a know-it-all, what news can't he find out?It's just that they didn't expect that Fatty Zhao even found out the news about the players of Ninth Middle School.

Fatty Zhao replied modestly: "I just asked my classmates in No. [-] Middle School to find out in advance. In fact, I don't know the players of the No. [-] Middle School basketball team. But if I know the height and jersey number, I can match the number." gone."

I see......

Teacher Liu was stunned.

Teacher Tan next to him smiled and praised: "I didn't expect you to be quite caring."

Fatty Zhao showed a shy expression, which instantly made Teacher Tan's impression even better.

Meanwhile, sidelines.

In the rest area of ​​No. [-] Middle School, a group of players surrounded Coach Wang An.

Coach Wang An spread out the tactical board, made some arrangements, and finally emphasized again: "Defend Yuan Feng, and Yuan Hui and Xiao Qingyang, understand?"

"clear."

A group of players responded in unison.

Here, Zhuang Yu and other No. [-] Middle School players also gathered around Yang Guohui, listening to the coach's pre-match arrangements.

Yang Guohui glanced at the Ninth Middle School, then looked back and said, "Yuan Feng, Han Hui, Gao Xiaoguang, Xiao Qingyang, Mo Fan, wait for you to start. I told you about the situation in the Ninth Middle School yesterday. At the end, what we have to do is to defend against Gao Shang, he is the starting point of the Ninth Middle School's attack, and we can stop the Ninth Middle School's attack by defending him..."

As he said that, he looked at Mo Fan, feeling that Mo Fan would definitely be unable to defend him, and said to the others: "Later, pay attention to help Mo Fan defend, if necessary, you can directly double-team."

Several players nodded in unison.

Hearing the coach's arrangement, Zhuang Yu was also slightly shaken.It's okay to double-team key players. Gao Yiyang was also double-teamed in the No. [-] Middle School before.

But it is not common to double-team at the beginning of the game.

"As for the offensive end." Yang Guohui continued: "Yuan Feng, Han Hui, you two have to play smarter and make good use of your skills."

"Xiao Qingyang, this is very important for you. When other positions cannot be opened, you need to stand up and take the initiative to score."

From the coach's tone, Xiao Qingyang could also hear the seriousness, and he quickly nodded in response: "Don't worry, I will definitely do my best."

After some arrangement, Yang Guohui stood up, and for the first time shouted out the slogan in front of everyone: "Boys, tell me, what is our goal?"

"champion."

"What are we going to do today?"

"Kill the Ninth High School!"

"Very good." Yang Guohui waved his arms and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Go, kill Ninth Middle School."

Hearing the shouts of the coaches and players, the students of No. [-] Middle School were stunned, and then their hearts were surging, and an indescribable feeling of excitement surged from their chests.

Fatty Zhao was the first to shout: "For the sake of the championship, kill the Ninth High School!"

"For the championship."

"Kill the Ninth High School."

Immediately, the students from No. [-] Middle School in the auditorium ordered to agree and shouted loudly.

On the other side were the students of No. [-] Middle School. Just like No. [-] Middle School, many students from No. [-] Middle School came here specially.

Hearing the shouts of the students from No. [-] Middle School, they immediately became upset, and there was a loud booing and jeering sound.

"It's just a defeated general, and you dare to shout."

"Returning to the championship? What a fart, you dare to clamor that the goal is to win the championship with your little strength, it's ridiculous."

"A group of idiots, I will send you home today, just like last year, our No. [-] Middle School is going to eliminate you for two consecutive years..."

The two sides were separated by the students of the No. [-] Middle School, and they began to spit wildly.

Before the match started, the students on both sides had already started a war of words, and there was a lot of noise for a while.

This is a pain for the eighth middle school students sitting in the middle.

Taking advantage of school in the afternoon, there was a period of rest, and in my own school, many students from No. [-] Middle School came to watch the game.There are many girls among them. As for whether they want to watch the game or the handsome guy, I don't know.

A group of No. [-] Middle School students were caught in the middle, as if students from No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School were all spraying at them, and they were so depressed.

"Speechless." Rao Sheng said unhappily: "If I knew it, I wouldn't be here. We are neutral fans, why do we feel like we have become public enemies?"

"Haha, just leave if you are depressed." Yu Rui laughed and said, "No one is stopping you."

"I can leave if I want, stay if I want, are you in control?" Rao Sheng glared at Yu Rui angrily.

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This is in my own school, and it's No. [-] Middle School vs No. [-] Middle School. How can the players of No. [-] Middle School miss it? Gao Yiyang, Zhang Zihao, Rao Sheng, Yu Rui... a group of people all came.

Ignoring the bickering between Rao Sheng and Yu Rui, Gao Yiyang asked Zhang Zihao beside him: "Zihao, do you think that side can win today?"

Zhang Zihao thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's hard to say."

Hearing the phrase "it's hard to say", Gao Yiyang actually already knew his answer, so he stopped asking and just looked at the court.

……

Game start.

The first is the jump ball, No. [-] Middle School gets the ball, Gao Shang advances with the ball, and No. [-] Middle School quickly retreats. The defense is set up and ready.

Gao Shang came to the frontcourt, glanced at the defensive position of No. [-] Middle School, and gestured to his teammates: "Pick and roll."

The next moment, Yan Wenfeng mentioned the pick-and-roll on the line, and the other players of the Ninth Middle School pulled away.

Gao Shang moved to the right, caught the pick-and-roll to get rid of Mo Fan, and immediately broke through.Yuan Feng subconsciously wanted to go forward, but then he realized that Gao Shang's speed was so fast that once he went up, he might be passed by with one step, so he stopped in time and kept a certain distance.

"Heh." Gao Shang chuckled lightly and jumped up abruptly.

Yuan Feng also reacted quickly, and immediately flew forward, but Gao Shang leaned back slightly, raised the basketball with his right hand, and threw the ball.

This is a fadeaway jumper with a high arc.So even though Yuan Feng was more than a dozen centimeters taller than him and reacted quickly, he still couldn't touch the basketball after all.

Swish!

Ninth High School went down first, the score was 2:0.

In the auditorium, the students from the No. [-] Middle School cheered and looked at the students from the No. [-] Middle School provocatively. The two sides began to spray each other again.

"There's something about this recoil."

Looking at Gao Shang, who was about the same height as himself and also good at breaking through, Zhuang Yu narrowed his eyes, feeling a little excited.