Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

The brave are invincible (2)

"Are you ready? My opponent!" Lu Di looked at Yan Yufeng with a cold face in front of him and said.

"Where are you! Opponent!" Yan Yufeng said the same.

"It feels great!" Lu Di smiled.

Yan Yufeng raised his hand, touched Lu Di lightly, and said lightly: "Then let's start!"

Lu Di responded and reached out to touch Yan Yufeng, and slowly retreated: "I'll wait for you!"

Yan Yufeng turned around, and the four of Gaoyuan walked towards him. The five of them formed a circle and five hands were put together.

Looking at the team members' fighting spirit, Yan Yufeng glanced at it and shouted in a deep voice: "Are you ready?"

"Ready!" The answer was powerful and loud.

"What are we!" Yan Yufeng shouted instead of Gaoyuan.

"warrior!"

"What are we doing!" Yan Yufeng's voice became louder.

"fighting!"

"What do we want!" Yan Yufeng roared with all his strength.

"victory!"

Victory``````````````````````````````````````!

What a loud sound, it pierced everything like a sharp sword in the shouting of the audience, revealing its sharp and bright sword light.

"Let's start!" Yan Yufeng slowed down his voice, but it was like the light that exploded before dawn, full of force. It made every team member know that the cruel battle began!

Standing in front of Chang Meng, Han Dazhu, who was previously tall, seemed a little short, but Han Dazhu's rounded gaze made Chang Kuang subconsciously tremble.

"beep!"

The referee threw the basketball in his hand.

"Drink!" Han Dazhu shouted, jumping towards the ball first.

Chang Meng was shocked by the roar of Dazhu. When he woke up, he was already half a beat slower.

"Bang!" The ball was first touched by Han Dazhu, and immediately changed direction and flew towards the plateau.

The plateau that had been prepared long ago jumped up and grabbed the ball in his hand.

"Hi!" Han Dazhuli shouted loudly from the spot, yelling for the victory just now.

"Go!" Yan Yufeng shouted loudly and ran towards the 9th Middle School halftime. Behind him, Ye Changfeng and Xiang Jie were each in two directions and heading towards the bottom line, like two black wolves, quickly and agile.

When the five people were in charge, Nine Middle School had already taken their positions and was ready for the battle.

Wang Xuechao stood there and changed his mind. Looking at the five people, he felt full of anticipation.

Yan Yufeng, Xiang Jie, Dazhu, Ye Changfeng, Plateau, the 131 lineup composed of the strongest five players in this team is the most ideal starting five tigers in my heart.

During the attack, Yan Yufeng, Ye Changfeng, and Plateau are three defenders. When punctuality, Plateau becomes a power forward in a flash and works with Xiang Jie and Dazhu to guard the inside. Such attacks and defenses should be able to resist the powerful offensive and defensive system of the powerful Nine Middle School.

Fight well!

Wang Xuechao was praying in his heart.

After three passes, the ball was still leading the outside line. Facing the nine-point shooting with an average height of 1.95 meters, the first round of the tentative attack was already in a deadlock.

Especially at No. 7, one of them stood at the center of the three-point line, stretched out his long hand, waved it back and forth, completely covering a large area in the center within his range. Seeing this scene really made every player of the 12th Middle School hesitate.

Xiang Jie desperately squeezed in, hoping to squeeze out a seat, but in front of the huge body of No. 11, Xiang Jie always doubted whether he was competing with Shitou.

Another time, Han Dazhu was also uncomfortable. Perhaps because of the roar just now, he was already furious about the anger of the center, known as the most powerful in Jiangsu. Not only could he not enter the three-second zone and one minute, but he also retreated continuously. A huge force was coming from his back, and his steps were retreating unstoppable.

The attack time is coming, and Yan Yufeng can't help but be anxious and runs to the plateau where No. 7 is watching.

"Give me!"

Yan Yufeng shouted.

The ball finally came. Yan Yufeng received the ball, and his right foot forward made a mistake, blocked his body, and his left foot, which was behind, exerted force, and jumped up.

"scold!"

There was also a loud roar, and a black shadow came to Yan Yufeng's ear, carrying the sound of wind and swelling towards the door.

"Bang!"

Yan Yufeng's hands were empty and fell down in a mess. He turned around and looked at it. Ye Changfeng leaned over to pick up the ball and threw it out with a very irregular movement.

"clang!"

The 24-second attack time has come.

"Bang!" The ball hit the rebound and rebounded. No one paid attention to him and let the basketball roll on the ground.

Yan Yufeng sat on the ground, watching the ball roll towards him, and a figure stood beside him, "You seem not ready yet?" Lu Di's voice was still so relaxed, with laughter.

A smile suddenly appeared on Yan Yufeng's face, which was a funny look.

He grabbed the basketball that was rolling in front of him with one hand and stood up. Yan Yufeng turned his head and looked at Lu Di next to him, saying, "It feels really good to not be blocked for the first time!"

"Oh! Haha!" Lu Di laughed.

"I'll give you one back!" After throwing the ball, Yan Yufeng pointed at Lu Di, turned around and ran towards his half.

Kill the Nine Middle School!

Lu Di, Ren Yu and Di Zhen each stood in a corner, Lu Di was in the middle, Yang Huo and Chang Meng gathered together on the right side of the inside line of the 12th Middle School, each with one person.

The ball is in Lu Di's hands.

He hung it in, passed it back, and then passed it to the right side, and then led it back to Lu Di's hands.

Everything seemed to have not happened. Time only took less than ten seconds, but five of the twelve outs had already run three or four rounds in this small three-point line.

If you are away from the scene, you will not be able to feel the graceful and domineering overall power of No. 9 Middle School.

Chang Meng and Yang Huo, two huge objects with more than 400 kilograms, moved every time after they got the ball, Xiang Jie and Dazhu, who were behind them, shouted to help defend. Standing on the plateau on the outside, Changfeng had to hit the ball back, and the ball was passed again, and at this time, you had to run out again.

This seems to be a joke, but it is the most terrifying psychological and physical torture.

After two round trips, the five people were already sweating profusely. At this time, the game only took less than fifty seconds.

When the ball was passed to Yang Huo's hand again, Yang Huo had almost consumed Xiang Jie's power behind him. After receiving the ball, he suddenly turned around and Xiang Jie fell down like a straw.

After taking a shot, the No. 11, known as the dunk machine, rose from the ground, kicked the ball with both hands, and smashed it towards the basket hanging on his head.

"Clang!"

The basket was moaning, and the hearts of each 12th squadron were trembling.

Looking at Xiang Jie sitting on the ground with a helpless look on his face, Yan Yufeng finally deeply realized what a strong team is.

Just a moment, you can kill you!

"drink!"

Yang Huo shouted, pulled the basket unrestrainedly, fell down, then waved his hands up, inciting more than 5,000 cheerleaders from the Nine Middle School in the stands.

"Hu, hu, hu, hu, yes `````````````! The 9th Middle School of the World, ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

The audience burst into shouts.

Wang Xuechao closed his eyes, and even the blind man could see that his strength was too far apart, not of the same level at all.

"Come on! The battle is so cruel!" Yan Yufeng bent over and pulled Xiang Jie up, hugged him, and said in his ear.

"He is too strong!" Xiang Jie said breathlessly.

"Do your best!" Yan Yufeng let go of his hand, looked at the team members everywhere, and said calmly: "We are men. If we want to lose, we must fall down gloriously. We are not going out with humiliation, come on! Brothers!"

The plateau suddenly roared to the sky and then ran forward.

If you want to lose, you will fall gloriously!

The ball flew across the outside line, and Gaoyuan passed the ball sideways to Yan Yufeng's hand.

The ball was spinning in his hand, and the person had already started running forward. Yan Yufeng took a step, ignoring his waist and clinging to Lu Di, who was not letting go.

Each step must be given a greater force than before, but what can this be considered?

Yan Yufeng stepped into the three-second zone, with Chang Meng's huge body in front of him, and Lu Di beside him, and Di Zhen had already posted it on the right side.

"scold!"

Yan Yufeng shouted angrily, exerted force with one foot, jumped up diagonally, and jumped into the air.

"drink!"

The three of them shouted angrily, and six Zhang Wu's hands.

A hand with a black wristband held the ball out of them bravely, and saw the wrist tremble, and the ball flicked up and landed towards the basket with an ethereal arc.
To be continued...