Bloody Battle Four (Three)

The five people formed a circle and made routine pre-match shouts. Five hands stacked together and shouted from the plateau: "What are we?"

"warrior!"

"What do we want?"

"victory!"

"What do we do?"

"fighting!"

"One, two, three, come on stage!" Gao Yuan took the lead and shouted.

The five people shouted, and the sound suddenly rang out the audience, and all the students from the No. 4 Middle School immediately booed them.

On the other side of the court.

Wu Yang glanced at the four teammates and said in a very low voice similar to a tiger roar: "We have been waiting for this day for a year, a whole year. Do you know what we are going to do now?"

"Avenge revenge!" the four of them shouted gritting their teeth.

"Taking the 12th Middle School, let us step into the quarterfinals with our heads held high and stepping into the quarterfinals amid the cheers of all the students of the No. 4 Middle School who support us! Work hard! Brothers!" Wu Yang shouted.

"Kill!" The four team members yelled in unison again.

"Kill!" Wu Yang pressed his fingers with his hands, and made a sound of slapping bones and walking towards the middle circle with murderous intent.

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Pay the rosters of the two teams:

Twelve Middle School: Center: Han Dazhu

Big Forefront: Li Feng

Small forward: Wang Zhiquan

Scoring Guard: Plateau

Organizational defender: Zhai Yong

Head coach: Wang Xuechao

Player of the Fourth Middle School: Center Zhang Ke

Power forward Cao Hui

Small forward Wu Yang

Scoring guard Wang Xian

Organizing guard Kong Li

Head coach Yan Zhengming

Yan Zhengming put his hands on his chest, looking at the fighting spirit of his players, his heart was full of confidence in victory, and he couldn't help but glance at Wang Xuechao who was standing not far from the same line as him. He saw Wang Xuechao put his hands behind him, stomping his feet gently, and staring at the stadium. In Yan Zhengming's opinion, Wang Xuechao's normal movements have become a kind of courage in his eyes, hehe! Wang Xuechao, wait and see! The time for shame is finally coming.

Han Dazhu looked at Zhang Ke in front of him without fear. Zhang Ke stared at him. Han Dazhu tore his mouth like a demonstration and roared in a low voice.

The referee held the ball and walked between the two of them, looked at each other, shouting whistle, and the ball was placed between them. Han Dazhu and Zhang Ke immediately squatted down slightly, staring at the basketball in front of him.

"Dou!" The ball was thrown straight into the air by the referee!

Zhang Ke roared and jumped up and touched the ball first!

"Dou!" The referee immediately blew the whistle and reached out to signal the center forward of the fourth midfielder to jump the ball and the right to the twelve midfielder.

"Shhh``````````````````````````````` some students shouted immediately.

Yan Zhengming waved his hand unwillingly, and the team members were too nervous!

Wang Xuechao smiled, and you were nervous!

The ball was immediately sent out and passed to Zhai Yong's hand, and Kong immediately surrounded him.

Zhai Yong was shocked. You came over before halftime. You should be too nervous.

With a bend, he protected the ball and slanted to the right and crossed the half.

After halftime, Zhai Yong dribbled the ball horizontally and gave Kong Li a elbow. Kong Li took a step back in pain, but immediately touched him again.

Zhai Yong sneered in his heart: Last year, didn’t you use this trick to fool me? This year, you will also taste the taste of elbows.

Seeing that Kong Li had come quickly, he swung his hand and passed the ball to Wang Zhiquan who was standing outside the left three-point line.

As soon as Wang Zhiquan received the ball, Wang Xian leaned over and reached out to wave it in front of him.

Wang Zhiquan was focused on the ground, and immediately turned his back to Wang Xian, drew the ball, and drove it horizontally to the right. Zhai Yong and him passed by, and the ball immediately returned to Zhai Yong's hand. Wang Zhiquan immediately stood on horseback and blocked Wang Xian and Kong Li. Zhai Yong did not stop after receiving the ball, and then rushed to the inside line. Seeing Wu Yang coming out to repair the defense, Zhai Yong immediately searched the position of the plateau that had lost Wu Yang's defense. When he saw that the plateau had already stood outside the three-point line at the bottom of the left.

Zhai Yong shouted and decisively passed the ball out before Wu Xu arrived in front of him.

Gao Yuan calmly caught the ball, adjusted his body posture slightly, got up and jumped for three points.

The ball hit the basket and started to explode. Han Dazhu, who was standing at the basket, lowered his mouth, broke free from Zhang Ke's position behind him, jumped up and grabbed the rebound. As soon as the person fell, he stopped at all, because he knew that a little slower would be surrounded and annihilated under the crowded and terrifying basket.

Hold the ball with both hands, slap the ball with both hands, then immediately turned around, squeezed Zhang Ke behind him with one elbow, raised his hand and hit the board.

"Boom!" The referee at the bottom line immediately saw Han Dazhu's actions, raised his mouth and blew Han Dazhu to make an offensive foul.

"Are you wrong? When did I violate the offense?" Han Dazhu grabbed the ball with one hand and shouted to the referee.

He hugged Han Dazhu with his hands, and tried hard to move Han Dazhu's nearly 100 kilograms of body 180 degrees. Han Dazhu turned to see who was hugging him. When he saw that it was the captain Gao Yuan, he swallowed the swear words he had reached the side.

"What are you doing, what are you impulsive?" Gao Yuan said with a dark face and pulled Han Dazhu.

Li Feng also pulled Han Dazhu down, meaning not to be impulsive and not to cause the referee to give you a technical foul!

Han Dazhu woke up, threw the ball, and followed the plateau toward his half.

Amid the boo, someone shouted: "Punish him and die!"

"Garbage, get off!" said a student like Yeye.

Wang Xuechao looked at the stands angrily and sneered in his heart: Is this the so-called home court of the Fourth Middle School?

He turned to Shi Guang and shouted: "I will write it down. I will go to the Sports Department to accuse the home court of No. 4 Middle School!"

Shi Guang quickly wrote on the book, and Qin Lan's hand holding the pencil next to him was almost unable to hold it. There was a conflict at the beginning, so it would be even bigger in the future!

Alas! Why no one cares?

Long Dahai in the stands said with a little dissatisfaction: "What did the teachers of No. 4 Middle School do? Why are the students so messy?"

Huang Fei shook his head and said, "Look at the teacher over there, he looks as if nothing happened. It seems that the entire No. 4 Middle School is incompatible with No. 12 Middle School! With this mentality, how could anyone care about it?"

Tang Chaohui looked a little uneasy and said, "If this continues, the game will become more and more intense, and the scene may lose control!"

Mo Feng didn't say anything, looking at Yan Yufeng leaning against the wall of the stands, he saw that his face was cold. Seeing that there was no fluctuation in the stadium, he couldn't help but think: Yan Yufeng, what are you thinking?

Chen Dingjun put down the telescope. The No. 8 mentioned by Liu Wei was just a substitute, which made him a little disappointed. However, in such an away atmosphere, the boy could still maintain a calm expression, which at least showed that his will was strong.

Yes! Not bad, I hope I can get on the field soon.

"Yeah`````````````````!" The audience screamed.

Wu Yang waved his hand, shouted loudly to himself, and ran back.

Damn, why did he come here? Wang Zhiquan stomped his feet unwillingly, Gao Yuan walked over and said, "It's okay, the competition has just begun."

The big score card on the east wall immediately showed a score of 2 to 0.

At the beginning of 32 seconds, Wu Yang rushed to the rebound and forced the basket to make the four-mile runner-up first.

Zhai Yong resisted Kong Li with his left hand and protected the basketball. After halftime, Gao Yuan ran out to meet the ball, caught the ball, and stood outside the three-point line of the right arc. Facing Wu Yang's defense, Gao Yuan first made a fake move to the left, then pulled the ball suddenly, stepped to the right, and got up and jumped up.

Although Wu Yang was not deceived, Gao Yuan's sudden jump shot was still not defended. When he just rushed to Gao Yuan's hand, the ball had already been pulled out of Gao Yuan's hand.

Can you enter this way? Impossible! Wu Yang immediately yelled: "Rebound!"

"Brush!" The basketball crossed the net, as if ruthlessly refuting Wu Yang's contempt for the plateau.

2 to 2.

Wu Yang stared at Gao Yuan running back in a daze, and suddenly realized that Gao Yuan had made progress this year, and he shot all such difficult shots.

"Come on! I will not be defeated by you again!" Wu Yang clenched his fists.

The ball was hung into the basket of the 12th Middle School. Zhang Ke received the ball and slashed a few times. He turned his body, squeezed away Han Dazhu, and hit the board sideways.

"Yeah!" The student of No. 4 Middle School shouted immediately.

"Zhang Ke, come one, come one!" a student began to shout rhythmically.

Zhang Ke roared and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The 12th Middle School continued to attack. After several passes, the plateau broke into the inside line, attracting the two of them to let go, and bounced back to Li Feng next to him. Li Feng did not hesitate at all, jumped up and threw.

A hand flew towards him and covered Li Feng's ball hard. Kong Li from the outside picked up the ball and rushed forward. After Zhai Yong was unable to catch up, he scored a three-step layup.

Kong Li immediately rang out in the audience: "Kong Li! You are a good person!" and Cao Hui, who covered Li Feng's ball, slammed his palm.

Gao Yuan looked up at the scoreboard-6 to 2.
To be continued...