pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 226 The Winning Shot

The physical fitness of the players on both sides is on the verge of limit, and the last minute is a competition of willpower.

The side that scores a goal first will take the absolute initiative.

The two sides entered into a decisive state, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant. Before the game, no one expected that the game on the No. 2 court would be so stalemate.

Compared with the tension on the No. 2 court, Beihu established a double-digit lead early on with a small offensive climax of 10:0 at the beginning of the fourth quarter. Even if it also entered the last minute, the situation was very different.

1 minute behind by 11 points, the attached high school surrendered, and the main players have all been withdrawn, leaving only a group of role players to complete the rest of the game.

Beihu, a dynasty is rising.
The players from No. 1 and No. [-] have no time to take care of the situation on Court No. [-]. At this time, as long as they are not paying attention, they will be caught by the opponent to attack.

The third middle school put up a strong defensive formation to deal with the offense from the second outside, and the effect was obvious. After Zhang Jianing's breakthrough was blocked, he chose to pass the ball to the outside teammate. The teammate missed the shot and the rebound was taken off by Su Miao.

In order to improve the success rate of the attack, the second player spent a full 20 seconds of attack time.

"Cheer up, defend, and hit another one." Zhang Jianing shouted at his teammates, but there was a special case where Ding Yi, who was defending Fu Di, wanted to completely let him go.

What a novel counterpoint this is. Under the tense power amplifier confrontation, Fu Di and Ding Yi are like a clear stream, keeping a considerable distance.

Ding Yi was the most relaxed player in the whole game. After the whole game, he hardly spent too much on the defensive end.

This move is very risky. Although Fu Di only has a 5% hit rate when he is unguarded, there are still 5% after all. If he is "caught" into one at this time, it will be a fatal blow to the second team.

Snapped!
The basketball happened to be passed to Fu Di's hands. Facing Fu Di who was standing outside the three-point line, Ding Yi was either defending or not.

If he is on guard, Fu Di's hit rate will increase to about [-]% in an instant.

No way, Ding Yi always had a premonition that the goal would be scored.

This comes from a shooting guard's intuition.

"Can't defend? Then I'm going to shoot." Fu Di kept prodding Ding Yi with words, trying to shake his defense, hoping to put some pressure on himself.

"I won't be fooled." Ding Yi held back at the critical moment, and didn't put pressure on Fu Di, and didn't give him a chance to concentrate.

"Good job, there is a high probability that this goal will not be scored, Dabao, prepare to grab a rebound." Zhang Jianing said.

"Come on." Ma Dabao sat down on his buttocks, stuck Chen Xin behind him, and grabbed the best rebounding position.

Seeing that the opponent was not fooled, Fu Di was a little helpless. It was difficult for him to concentrate on basketball without defense.

"Time is running out." Off the court, Feng Chuang yelled to remind him.

"Time?" Fu Di woke up startled, "That's right." Looking up, there were still 3 seconds left in the attack time.

"Why hasn't he shot yet?" Everyone was waiting for Fu Di to make a shot, but he just didn't make it.

Seeing the time run out, at the last second, the buzzer shot!

hit!

The audience was boiling, and there was a tsunami.

This is a crucial goal.

"How is it possible?" All the players in the second outer team had incredible expressions on their faces. A person with only a 5% shooting rate actually made a shot.

"You may be mistaken. Fu Di's hit rate in that situation is 50%!" Ye Lin saw the clue.

"Impossible! He can't concentrate without defense. He only has a 5% shooting rate!" Guo Zirui shook his head.

"The "defense" in a basketball game does not only come from the opponent, but also from time." Ye Lin raised her head, stared at the bright red "0" seconds on the timer, and smiled.

Time is the most ruthless defense on the court. You must take the shot before the 24 seconds are up, or you will violate the rules.

Fu Di used the defensive pressure of the countdown to force his concentration, and that's how he scored the three-pointer.

Fu Di was cold-blooded like a killer. After scoring the goal, he shouted and celebrated. The goal was not easy. The most important thing was that only 16 seconds were left for the second player. He compressed the time to the extreme.

The second player immediately used up his last chance to time out, set up the last attack, and fell behind by three points. At this moment, there are two options: first, get two points quickly, and then foul and send the opponent to the free throw line, betting that they will not serve the ball. The second is to directly shoot a three-pointer and try to tie the score.

"Zhang Jianing, you decide the final attack." The coach handed over the tactical arrangement of the final attack to Zhang Jianing, who has quite a lot of experience.

"Okay." Zhang Jianing nodded.

The third middle school is in the lead and has not made too many changes. What they have to do is to respond to all changes with the same.

The members of the No. [-] Middle School gathered together, stacked their hands, and shouted in unison, "The No. [-] Middle School must win!"

"Wait for you to take the last shot." Zhang Jianing approached Guo Zirui and whispered.

"Captain." Guo Zirui hesitated. He had never executed such a crucial shot in the team, so he was not confident enough.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself if I lose." Zhang Jianing said, "They will focus on me after a while, and you are the most trustworthy point besides me."

Zhang Jianing has always had a high opinion of Guo Zirui. Regardless of his personality, his personal offensive ability is absolutely outstanding.

"Okay." Guo Zirui said reassuringly.

Back, Zhang Jianing was heavily defended as expected, and Ye Lin stayed with him every step of the way. It took 6 seconds to pass half court, leaving only 12 seconds left for the second outsider. He had to execute the shot quickly, and he couldn’t squeeze the time to the end, otherwise he would not even have a chance to make up for the rebound if he missed the shot.

The organization consumed another 4 seconds, and Zhang Jianing had no chance at all, so he had to pass the ball to Guo Zirui.

"Shoot!" Zhang Jianing yelled, Guo Zirui quickly shot, but the psychological pressure was too great, the shooting movement was a bit deformed, the trajectory was ridiculously crooked, the basketball knocked out of the basket, and Ma Dabao desperately protected the offensive rebound.

"Captain!" Ma Dabao didn't return the ball to Guo Zirui, but to Zhang Jianing. In his opinion, Zhang Jianing was more suitable for this shot than Guo Zirui.

huh~
Zhang Jianing didn't stick to the ball, and flicked his right hand, which changed the trajectory of the ball, and the basketball came into Guo Zirui's hands again.

"Captain, you." Everyone was puzzled why Zhang Jianing kept giving him a chance, obviously Zhang Jianing was more certain.

At this time, it was too late to pass the ball again. When the ball reached Guo Zirui, there was only enough time to make a shot, and he was not allowed to pass it again.

"Captain." Guo Zirui paused and looked at Zhang Jianing.

Zhang Jianing nodded with a smile.

Guo Zirui dropped his knees and made a shooting motion.

Ye Lin, Li Yao, and Fu Di rushed to Guo Zirui at the same time, while Su Miao and Chen Xin blocked the inside positions.

The three of them pressed towards Guo Zirui like a wall, and Guo Zirui had no choice but to do another feint to evade his hand.

At the moment of the shot, the final whistle sounded, and the basketball fell into the basket after flying for a long time.

The audience was silent, everyone seemed to have been pressed the pause button, looking at the referee, waiting for his final penalty.

The referee swept his hands back and forth on his chest twice, indicating that the whistle was in front and the goal was invalid.

(End of this chapter)