Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

Holiday breaks.

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

Coach Wang An took a deep breath to adjust his emotions.

Although he was dissatisfied with the performance of the players, he still had to focus on the game. He said in a calm and confident tone as much as possible: "Although the current situation has not met our expectations, it is only the first quarter, and the difference will be made later. Just pull it off."

"Ah."

"Wait for sure to open the score."

A group of players expressed that they must widen the point difference to more than ten points later.

In the Ninth Middle School basketball team, the players are still in awe of the stern coach Wang An, and the only thing that doesn't frighten him so much is Nobility.

At this time, Gao Shang suddenly said: "Coach, the opponent will definitely send Yuan Feng back to the field later, and we may not be able to take advantage of our inside line. There is also Xiao Qingyang on the outside line, and the number 7, he is fast. Quickly, breaking the ball is very good, and it is also a problem."

"His name is Zhuang Yu." Wang An said.

He had noticed Zhuang Yu when he got the statistics from No. [-] Middle School, so naturally he couldn't even remember his name.

When mentioning Zhuang Yu, Wang An slightly frowned and said, "I mentioned to you before that this Zhuang Yu has breakthrough skills and excellent organizational skills. Forget it, it's my fault that I didn't make it clear. At that time, the information was really limited."

After a pause, he said again: "You have also seen that this Zhuang Yu's strength should not be underestimated."

The players from No. [-] Middle School looked depressed. They thought that Yuan Feng, Han Hui, and Xiao Qingyang needed attention from No. [-] Middle School. Unexpectedly, there was another Zhuang Yu.

This is a piece of shit luck.

"But...it's not a big problem." Wang An changed his tone, "That Zhuang Yu's breakthrough is really good, but scoring should be his shortcoming. Otherwise, in the first round against No. 7, with his Breakthrough ability, how do you get [-] points?"

"And just now, it took several minutes to replace him, but he only broke through and scored the ball, and finally scored a two-pointer with an air cut."

Hearing this, the eyes of the No. [-] middle school players lit up.

Gao Shang also smiled.

According to various indications, Zhuang Yu's breakthrough is very good, but his scoring ability should not be strong, and he only plays the role of an organizer.

It must be so!

"So, later we just need to prevent his breakthrough..." Coach Wang An made some arrangements before giving up.

......

One side here.

A hand stretched out to Zhuang Yu's side, and handed him a towel, and An Xin's clear and sweet voice came from next to his ear: "Here, wipe off your sweat."

Zhuang Yu responded, and subconsciously reached out to take the towel, but inadvertently touched An Xin's hand, the touch was delicate, smooth, and soft, making Zhuang Yu's fingertips tremble slightly, and immediately withdrew his hand, looking at An Xin apologetically. Xin.

Before he could open his mouth, An Xin smiled and said, "Come on, let's catch up with the score." The expression on his face was generous and there was no twitching.

When Zhuang Yu realized it, he twitched himself, nodded immediately and said, "I will, thank you senior."

At this time, Yang Guohui called the players.

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"Wait Yuan Feng, Zhao Huai, Gao Xiaoguang, Jiang Xuezhou, Zhuang Yu, you guys come on." Yang Guohui said: "We played well in the past few minutes, but it was not enough. We are still behind by 4 points. Let me catch up. , and then surpass it.”

"Yes." The players roared in unison.

Yang Guohui spread out the tactical board: "Yuan Feng, the opponent's twin towers will definitely not be all up. You have the advantage inside. Hit me hard and show our momentum."

Yuan Feng looked serious and nodded heavily. He was troubled by foul problems in the first quarter. He played a bit depressed and was replaced early.

In this quarter, he returned to the field and was about to prove himself.

"Zhuang Yu." Yang Guohui looked at Zhuang Yu again, "Your point is very important, show your strength, I believe in you."

"I won't let you down." Zhuang Yu replied.

......

The break time passed quickly.

At the beginning of the second quarter, the two sides returned to the court. With a score of 18:14, the Ninth China still led by 4 points.

"Both sides have changed," Wu Xi said.

On the court, both sides changed players.

On the No. [-] Middle School side are Yuan Feng, the twin brothers Zhao Huai, Gao Xiaoguang, Jiang Xuezhou, and Zhuang Yu.

The top nine players are the three main players Yan Wenfeng, Yao Bo, and Gao Shang, plus two substitute players.

Yizhong has the right to the ball here.

Zhuang Yu took the ball in the backcourt, Gao Shang rushed forward when he came to the frontcourt, stopped in front of Zhuang Yu, and said with a smile: "Aren't you good at breaking through, keep going."

Zhuang Yu didn't want to talk nonsense, just made a gesture, Yuan Feng came up to pick and roll, Zhuang Yu took the opportunity to get rid of Gao Shang.But at this moment, the No. [-] Middle School changed its formation, and several players all shrank to the inside, and they all recovered to the three-second zone.

For a while, although there were no "Twin Towers" in the Ninth Middle School, the three-second zone was even more crowded, leaving Zhuang Yu with no room to break through.

"Restrict my breakthrough?" Zhuang Yu narrowed his eyes and passed the ball to Yuan Feng.

Yuan Feng stood a little outside the free throw line. After taking the ball, Yan Wenfeng made a shooting action. Yan Wenfeng didn't respond, but Yuan Feng really made the shot.

Swish!

With a soft sound, the basketball was hit accurately.

Nine strikes back.

After coming to the frontcourt, he didn't believe in the noble singles.

This time Gao Shang was more careful, he broke through after consecutive cross steps, and then found a confrontation.

Swish!

Also enter.

In the next few rounds, Zhuang Yu couldn't find a good opportunity to break through, and the opponent didn't just shrink the defense line, but also consciously cut off the connection between him and his teammates, so that he couldn't pass the ball to his teammates in time superior.

For a while, No. [-] Middle School's offense stagnated. Only relying on Yuan Feng to use his technical advantage to score in singles, the others either had no chance or couldn't make a shot.

On the contrary, Ninth Middle School seized the opportunity and played a lot of flowers under Gao Shang's leadership. Not only Gao Shang scored, but other players in Ninth Middle School also scored.

"Zhuang Yu is restricted."

"The point difference was also widened, and it returned to 8 points."

In the auditorium, a middle school student was secretly anxious.

The students of No. [-] Middle School became happy and cheered.

"Now it shows how powerful the Ninth Middle School is." Rao Sheng from the Eighth Middle School said with a smile: "Gao Shang is still strong, and not only him and a few main players, but also a few substitutes are not weak, the benches of the old strong teams The depth is still stronger than No. [-].”

The others nodded and expressed their opinions.

"The main reason is that No. [-] Middle School's offense encountered trouble. Xiao Qingyang and Han Hui went down, leaving only Yuan Feng as a strong point on the field."

"The No. 7 was also restricted by the opponent's targeted defense. Without his breakthrough and scoring, No. [-] Middle School's offense only relies on Yuan Feng, which is too single."

"No.[-] Middle School has to call a timeout."

In their view, Ninth High School is still stronger.

One can only call a timeout, and then replace Xiao Qingyang and Han Hui to strengthen the attack points, otherwise the point difference will be expanded to more than ten points.

Not only they think so, but also coach Wang An of No. [-] High School. He looked at Yang Guohui and said to himself, "It's time to call timeout."

Surprisingly, however, Yang Guohui didn't respond, he looked calm, and didn't mean to call a timeout at all, but just made a gesture on the field...