pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 56 The End of the Emperor

To meet again is a decisive victory.

The difference of 4 points is not that big, especially for a high scorer like Zhang Jianing, as long as the firepower is maintained, it will be a matter of time before the score is evened out.

It's just that he still has to defend his "emperor" dignity. In his last year, this is his last chance to lead the team to win the championship.

The past 8 rounds have greatly consumed Zhang Jianing's physical fitness. One person alone and the other 1 people took turns to fight against each other. This put him at a significant disadvantage in physical fitness when he came to Qiu Fei. The sweat dripping down his arms is the best proof.

The fierce battles of his teammates allowed Qiu Fei to get a full rest, and there was no problem in terms of physical fitness.

This is an "unfair" contest, and the instigator of this contest is Zhang Jianing himself.

This is really a helpless move. If it weren't for his uniqueness, the second foreigner would not have the capital to challenge the attached high school.

"Keep going." Zhang Jianing faintly felt the soreness from his knees, which was not a positive signal. He had to build up enough capital to guarantee victory for his team before falling down.

But how could Qiu Fei agree?Their goal is to defend the title. If the secondary school wants to win, the secondary school must lose.

There can only be one winner.

Qiu Fei has completely unleashed his streetball attributes, and his dribbling is no longer well-behaved, and he has begun to become fancy and dexterous.

When a streetball player does the tricks he wants in the game, the game becomes good.

Papapa~ three consecutive crotch dribbles, smooth and fast, Zhang Jianing did not try again after a failed attempt to steal, saving energy is the key.

No matter how fancy the moves are, they are just to prepare for the final attack on the basket. Zhang Jianing maintains his good defensive position, no matter how Qiu Fei changes his direction, he will not be moved.

"It's useless?" Yuan Shuai was shocked, Qiu Fei's streetball didn't work against Zhang Jianing.

"Is this the suppression of street basketball by conventional basketball?" Sun Jiawei looked a little dignified. These two clearly represent two playing styles, two completely different basketballs.

The appearance of the two kinds of basketball is vividly displayed in front of you, and the audience is also divided into two factions according to their "belief".

Which side will win?
Qiu Fei gave the answer. He crossed his right leg and swayed Zhang Jianing's defensive position to the left. Then he pulled the basketball back with his right hand and changed direction with one hand. Fly homeopathically pull the bar and wipe the board to score.

Changing directions, breaking through, turning around, and finally scoring with the pull bar, the movements are as smooth as light silk, without a single redundant movement, as if he knew every defensive movement of Zhang Jianing in advance, and when the defense appeared, he broke it one by one.

What Qiu Fei completed was easy and freehand, but it is difficult to single out any one of this series of offensive moves without strong streetball skills, let alone link up the moves flawlessly and successfully complete the goal.

"There's something wrong with this ball." Su Miao said seriously.

"What's the problem? Didn't you see how clean the ball is!" The person next to him rolled his eyes at Su Miao, obviously he was a fan of Qiu Fei.

"Of course offense is fine. I'm talking about defense." Su Miao continued, but he was not attracted by Qiu Fei's goal, but Zhang Jianing who really attracted him.

"Indeed, this ball is not difficult to defend." Li Yao also echoed. Although Qiu Fei's movements are smooth, they are not without traces. Street players generally have fixed "movements", and Qiu Fei uses the most common one.

Zhang Jianing is a veteran on the court, and he has played against many street players. It is impossible that he has not been exposed to such a simple routine. Although Qiu Fei's movements have been so smooth that there is no need to add them, he is not so straightforward. He is Zhang Jianing.

"Could it be that..." A bad idea suddenly appeared in Su Miao's mind.

"It's Zhang Jianing who has a problem!" Li Yao expressed Su Miao's thoughts.

"If this is the case, I am afraid this game will be gone."

It was completely beyond Qiu Fei's expectation that the goal was scored so easily. He prepared a lot of moves to fight against Zhang Jianing.

Zhang Jianing is the first and last line of defense in the second outer, and now this line of defense is gradually disintegrating.

The basketball was rolling on the floor, and Zhang Jianing leaned over to pick it up after halftime, which saved a lot of attacking time for the second player and gave his knees a short rest.

The moment Zhang Jianing picked up the ball, he suddenly started, and completed a surprise attack on the basket before everyone was ready. From picking up the ball to scoring, the time only passed 3 seconds.

"Probably because we were worrying too much." Zhang Jianing's rapid breakthrough made Li Yao immediately dispel his previous doubts. His speed and movements did not slow down too much.

"." Su Miao didn't jump to conclusions too early. He firmly believed that even if Zhang Jianing could score astonishingly well, it didn't mean that he was still as powerful as Qiu Fei. The consumption of those 8 rounds of fierce battles was real, and it couldn't have had no impact.

Zhang Jianing's speed of returning to defense has slowed down significantly. I don't know if he is deliberately preserving his physical fitness or the limit has been reached. In short, his feet became heavier as the game progressed.

In the next three rounds, Qiu Fei completed the "three kills" against Zhang Jianing, each of which was a strong attack breaking through the basket, and Zhang Jianing failed to defend a single goal.

However, Zhang Jianing also counterattacked with "three kills", but all three goals were mid-range shots, and two of them were rebounds.

These two rebound shots made Su Miao immediately firm up her mind, and Zhang Jianing's physical energy was about to be exhausted.

It is not uncommon in rebounding and shooting games. Even some NBA players use rebounding and shooting as their main scoring method, but this is not a conventional shooting technique, but more of a "correction" method. Some players will choose to use such shooting to maintain the game state when they feel poor or consume too much energy.

A master like Zhang Jianing will occasionally make a rebound shot, but he only used it twice in a row, which is enough to show his physical problems.

This was Zhang Jianing's forced choice, but he inadvertently sent a red signal to the middle school.

"He won't last long."

Sun Jiawei and Qiu Fei got together to plot.

"Can you figure out how long he can last?" Su Miao asked Li Yao.

"Up to three rounds." Li Yao replied after thinking for a while. Three rounds was already the limit he estimated based on Zhang Jianing's best physical condition. The real situation might be even worse.

"Four points behind in three rounds, I'm afraid."

The game is likely to end in the third quarter.

"Defend me!" Zhang Jianing gave an order, mobilizing the defense of the entire team.

The attacking tempo of the attached middle school suddenly accelerated in this round, and the intention was self-evident, it was to speed up Zhang Jianing's physical consumption and make him retire.

In the situation where physical energy is about to be exhausted, any slight change in rhythm will only speed up the consumption, and Zhang Jianing feels the deep malice from the entire attached high school.

"I'm not reconciled." Zhang Jianing patted his knees angrily. The intense pain could temporarily relieve his soreness, but it could only last for a while. After the pain passed, more serious fatigue followed.

Is this the last game?He has yet to taste the taste of a champion.

Qiu Fei routinely passed Zhang Jianing, but the layup was interfered by the assist, and he took off the rebound in the second pass.

"Captain, catch the ball!" The teammate immediately passed the ball to Zhang Jianing, allowing him to launch a fast break.

But Zhang Jianing remained motionless.

"Captain." The teammate was stunned, his performance was uncharacteristically disturbing.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Jianing said in a low voice, a faint sob came out of his throat, so weak that only he could hear it.

"Captain." The familiar Zhang Jianing was still in front of him, but he was no longer that mighty "emperor".

Zhang Jianing dribbled the ball across the half court in 8 seconds, exhausting all available time. Basketball gave him too much glory and glory, but also gave him regrets that were difficult to complete.

The inside line of the attached high school has carefully arranged a tight defense for Zhang Jianing, and he is welcome to challenge at any time.

"I am the absolute king!" Zhang Jianing made a three-pointer as the last offensive choice. He wanted to narrow the gap for his teammates as much as possible before he retired, even if it was only one point.

"Don't even think about it!" Chen Mo strode out from the inside. He still remembers the kick that Zhang Jianing counterattacked. He finally waited until the moment when Zhang Jianing was exhausted.

"As expected, he still came." Su Miao's eyes were full of disdain, and the expert hammered the soft persimmon.

"He's too embarrassed." The Su brothers and sisters both disdainfully.

Zhang Jianing made a standard shooting action, Chen Mo jumped up, and wanted to give him a spicy hot pot shot, "Thank you." Zhang Jianing didn't make a shot but a fake move. He leaned his body lightly to Chen Mo in the air and shot a three-pointer.

"Damn it, it's 3+1!" Zhang Jianing not only hit a three-pointer, but also caused Chen Mo's foul.

After all, Chen Mo paid the price for his irrationality. Not only did he not complete the block, but he also paid an additional penalty.

"You should save the hot pot to eat by yourself." Zhang Jianing was not even angry enough to speak, his eyes drooped due to exhaustion, but the eyes hidden in them were still sharp.

Dragging his tired legs, Zhang Jianing stood at the free throw line, lifted the basketball above his head with all the strength he could squeeze out of his whole body, and threw the ball with a push. The basketball barely rotated in the air, and fell into the net bag after drawing a stiff parabola.

75: 75!Split it!

The figure on the free throw line was full of stubbornness and unwillingness, like an emperor who refused to admit defeat, and shot the last bullet when the curtain was about to end.

(End of this chapter)