Basketball Myth: Super Guard

Chapter 23 The Despicable Sixth Middle School

"Shh!"

The goal is scored, the score is 3:2.
The ball referee didn't notice the small movements of Hou Yong's feet, so he didn't call a foul, but Qin Hao had noticed it and could see it clearly. Just when Zhao Xuebing was about to bypass Hou Yong, Hou Yong stretched out his foot and tripped Zhao Xuebing, almost Let Zhao Xuebing fall down.

on the field.

Guo Kai didn't care about being scored by Zhao Liang, but looked at Zhao Xuebing: "Are you all right?"

Zhao Xuebing shook his head: "It's okay, I just stumbled." But he also felt something was wrong, remembering what Qin Hao said, he secretly paid attention to it.

Seventh attack.

Zhao Xuebing came to the frontcourt and passed the ball to Yuan Xiaogang. Yuan Xiaogang hit Zuo Xiaojun before, and it was very easy, so he decided to do it again. Zuo Xiaojun is 184 cm tall. His height is not a disadvantage, but he is too thin. Compared with Yuan Xiaogang, the confrontation was too poor, and Yuan Xiaogang forcibly squeezed him away.

Yuan Xiaogang passed Zuo Xiaojun, rushed to the basket, and jumped up to meet the defender, but Hou Yong jumped up on the inside, and slapped his head and face. He didn't slap the basketball, but hit Yuan Xiaogang in the face.

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and it hurt to hear it.

Yuan Xiaogang let out a cry of pain, covered his face and fell to the ground, the referee blew his whistle and gave Hou Yong a foul, but Hou Yong didn't care, and even sneered at Yuan Xiaogang.

"Asshole." Zhao Hai was furious, stepped forward and pushed Hou Yong, "Do you know how to play? Are you going for the ball or for people?"

"I didn't do it on purpose." Hou Yong immediately put on an innocent expression and looked at the referee.

The referee thought for a while, but he still didn't give Zhao Hai a technical foul, he just warned him to calm down, Guo Kai even pulled Zhao Hai, Yuan Xiaogang also raised his head, endured the burning pain on his face, and persuaded: "Dahai, I'm fine, don't be impulsive. "

But Yuan Xiaogang clearly had a few bright red finger marks on his face, how could he be fine?

"He's meowing."

"Is this a fight or a game?"

Seeing the finger prints on Yuan Xiaogang's face, the No. [-] middle school players were all angry.

Everyone glared at Hou Yong, but Hou Yong showed a look of slack, opened and closed his mouth, provocatively: "Come on, come and hit me."

"I x" where the player is furious.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Jiang Fangping immediately called a timeout.

The No. [-] Middle School players returned to the field angrily, while the No. [-] Middle School students in the audience had no scruples and cursed one after another. The fat boy Peng Jun blushed and scolded No. [-] Middle School for being despicable, but his eyes were too small and had black frames Glasses, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look fierce at all.

"This attack is too ruthless, is it necessary?" the students of No. [-] Middle School were angry.

"It's called tough defense, do you know basketball?" the sixth middle school student was arguing.

The two sides insisted on their own words and scolded each other across the air. It was very lively. Fortunately, there were students from No. [-] Middle School between the auditoriums of the two sides, otherwise they might fight.

On the side of the court, the rest area of ​​No. [-] Middle School.

The anger of the No. [-] middle school players was hard to dissipate. Jiang Fangping also had a gloomy face. He glanced at Qin Hao and said, "It seems that you really hit the mark. The No. [-] middle school is not tough, but dirty."

Guo Kai thought so, and asked with a frown, "Coach, what's next?"

Jiang Fangping said: "Yuan Xiaogang came down to rest, and Lu Jun went up. Jiang Feng, it's up to you to attack later. Show your strength. The opponent thinks that they can win the game with some insidious means. It's a dream. But you have to Be careful, try to throw as many shots as possible and avoid getting hurt."

Jiang Feng nodded with a cold expression and anger in his eyes.

Seeing Yuan Xiaogang's appearance, Jiang Xue couldn't help worrying about her elder brother, and pulled Jiang Feng back: "Brother, you have to be careful, it doesn't matter if you score two goals less, don't get hurt."

Jiang Feng just hummed.

The pause ends soon.

When the two sides returned to the field, Hou Yong was grinning, with a complacent expression. The coach praised him just now during the timeout, saying that he did a good job and beat Yuan Xiaogang down. No. [-] middle school lost the strongest scorer , It is equivalent to breaking an arm of Qizhong, he is a great achievement.

Huang Hao, the coach of No. [-] Middle School, praised Hou Yong, but replaced Zuo Xiaojun at the same time. He was very dissatisfied with Zuo Xiaojun's indecision.

Just as Yuan Xiao got to the free throw line, his face was still burning hot. He missed two free throws. After the free throws, he was replaced. He was replaced by Lu Jun.

The No. [-] Middle School is not only despicable and insidious on the defensive end, but also on the offensive end. Qi Bing on the inside took the ball in a low position and leaned on Zhao Hai. It made Zhao Hai feel tight in his chest and almost suffocated.

But Qi Bing took the opportunity to score the ball.

Qin Hao frowned, but what made people helpless was that Qi Bing's movements were very subtle, and the referee didn't see him, and he didn't call him an offensive foul.

In the next few rounds, the No. [-] Middle School relied on various tricks to make them stumble, which made the No. [-] Middle School players very depressed. Even if there was a good opportunity, the No. [-] Middle School couldn't make hidden tricks, and would also commit vicious fouls. , so that the attack of No. [-] Middle School was not smooth, stumbling all the way.

The game was divided into four quarters of 10 minutes each, but the first quarter lasted more than four minutes, and the score of the two sides was 10:5, but they led by 5 points.

"The seventh middle school is nothing more than that."

"Yes."

In the auditorium, students from No. [-] Middle School laughed.

But soon they lost their joy.

on the field.

"The ball." Jiang Feng ran back, shook off Deng Xianhai, and asked Zhao Xuebing for the ball. Zhao Xuebing immediately passed the ball to Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng caught the ball without any delay and shot directly.

Deng Xianhai chased after him, not paying attention, just sneered, Jiang Feng was just a freshman in high school, and like him, he didn't believe how strong Jiang Feng was, let alone a three-pointer.

But the next moment.
Swish!
With a soft sound, the basketball was hollowed into the net.

The sneer on Deng Xianhai's face froze, and he looked at the basket in astonishment. The ball was thrown by Jiang Feng.

Sixth Middle School coach Huang Hao stared at Jiang Feng, his eyelids twitched, and he rushed to the field and shouted, "Deng Xianhai, keep an eye on him." He had a bad feeling that this freshman in No. [-] Middle School was not easy.

Deng Xianhai became serious and followed Jiang Feng closely, but Jiang Feng was 190 cm tall, and Deng Xianhai was only 183 cm, which was a lot worse. I saw Jiang Feng receiving the ball, first made a tentative step, Deng Xianhai retreated subconsciously, and then saw Jiang Feng directly He pulled out and flicked his wrist.

Swish!
Go in again.

The score suddenly became 10:10.

The coach of No. [-] Middle School changed his face, and his anxiety became more and more intense. He stared at the court without blinking, and his face became worse and worse, because Deng Xianhai couldn't guard Jiang Feng at all, and Jiang Feng's shooting was too accurate, relying on his height advantage For the jump shot, Deng Xianhai scored the ball before he could react.

Unknowingly, the first quarter was coming to an end, and the score became 17:15. The seventh team overtook the score and led by 2 points.

"Damn it." Huang Hao cursed secretly, called a timeout, and stared at Jiang Feng, "I thought that taking Yuan Xiaogang down would be a waste of an arm in No. [-] High School, but I didn't expect such a guy to appear. No. [-] High School is really a shit Luckily, a freshman in high school is so strong. Hmph, wait for me."

(End of this chapter)