Hot-blooded basketball super guard

Chapter 32 Before the Final

In the past 20 days, Radar and Wu Hao have been on the court whenever they have time. Other teams saw the two training so hard, and they also understood that the Mamba team is naturally strong for a reason.

One day, because there were too many people on the court and there was no basket, the Tsunami team deliberately gave up the basket. They just hoped that the Mamba team could win the Judgment Blade.

These days, Mouse has made great progress, with more and more offensive methods, and is developing in the direction of omnipotence. In order to strengthen Mouse's defensive ability, Radar spares no effort in each one-on-one duel. Mouse also learns from Radar It has reached a lot, and its defensive ability has also been greatly improved.

The day before the game, Rado and Wu Hao were still training. During the break, the two leaned against the basket.

"Do you think I can guard against Zhou Ming?" Mouse asked.

"You have to ask yourself that."

"Do you have confidence in me?"

Radar asked back: "Don't you have confidence in yourself?"

Forget it, it’s useless to ask. Although Radar didn’t answer directly, he still believed in Wu Hao in his heart. The two had trained for a semester, and they had already formed a deep friendship, and the trust in their hearts was extremely firm.

If it is said that the mouse has nothing to do with Zhou Ming, Radar will not believe it, because Radar has said a long time ago that Zhou Ming will leave it to you in the face of the Judgment Blade match, and you can find a way to solve it yourself.

Radar would not arrange other people to defend Zhou Ming. If Hu Feifei went there, he would be tall enough, but his speed would be far behind. The problem is all too obvious.

So Radar directly handed over the problem to Mouse. Mouse was ahead in speed and 6 cm shorter in height. Both of them were quite comprehensive in terms of technology. It was really a battle between dragons and tigers.

The night before the match against Judgment Blade, Radar was lying on the bed in the dormitory. He couldn't sleep, so he suddenly asked, "Are you confident in tomorrow's match?"

"With you here, I'll just hug my thigh." Wu Jie is always so out of tune, holding his mobile phone and saying casually.

"Viagra, Ah Fei, do you have confidence inside?" Radar asked again.

Viagra turned over and said: "It's still the same sentence, I am Viagra, I am afraid of anyone, just let the horse come here."

"It's not a big problem with the internal line. In fact, you and the mouse are the most difficult." Ah Fei said seriously.

"If tomorrow's score difference is relatively large, I may play very alone. I will never allow the championship to slip away from my hands." Radar said worriedly. This is Radar's sense of urgency. He tried his best to do both Prepare.

"rat, rat"

There was no response, maybe I was tired from training and fell asleep.

After his teammates fell asleep one by one, Radar still didn't feel sleepy, so he sent a message to Fang Lu, "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet, what's the matter? Worried about tomorrow's game?"

"It's not that I'm worried. I know that tomorrow will not be smooth, but I don't know how the mouse will deal with Zhou Ming."

"Didn't you always believe in your teammates, just like I believe in you, don't worry, you should go to bed early now and recharge your energy."

"Well, but seeing the champion of the first-year high school freshman competition right in front of me, I'm a little excited and can't sleep."

"Hey, this is the confidence you should have, go to bed early, good night."

"good night!"

At [-] o'clock on Saturday morning, Xincheng Middle School, which had no people on the weekend, became very lively, and many people from other schools even sneaked in to watch the game.

Entering the arena, the radar saw that the arena was already overcrowded, it could be described as a sea of ​​people, the gongs and drums were blaring, and the firecrackers were all going off, that guy was full of seats.

If we talk about Yangyang Huaxia, since the Yao Ming era, few people have become interested in the sport of basketball, how can the stadium full of people explain it.

When the Mamba team walked into the arena, they were immediately greeted with cheers from the audience on the sidelines.

"Mamba team come on!"

"Come on Radar, come on Wu Hao!"

All kinds of cheering and cheering sounds can be heard endlessly, and the entire arena is also a bit noisy, but this is what the finals that come early should have.

It's just that Radar never expected that Fang Lu, Zhou Wen and others who arrived earlier would pull up a red banner with yellow fonts on the bench of the Mamba team.

"Mamba team, must win!"

The two beauties held the banner, and Radar and Wu Hao had attracted countless fans in past games. The bench of the Mamba team became the most beautiful scenery in the entire arena.

The game hadn't started yet, and senior Zhou Zhou hadn't arrived at the commentary seat yet, so passionate music was played on the live radio.

"RISE RISE, Make 'em remember you"

Wu Jie was in a good mood and hummed along. He said, "Today's scene is really different. You can feel the atmosphere before the game even starts."

"Excited?" Viagra asked.

"That's right, the adrenaline is soaring, the championship is in sight."

Radar said to Fang Lu and Zhou Wen: "You guys are too exaggerated."

"Hey, the Mamba team will win!" Fang Lu said with a smile.

The person who is the Judgment Blade has also entered the arena, and was once again cheered by the audience. Ah Cheng and Zhou Ming looked at the Mamba team at the same time. Radar and Wu Hao also watched them walk into the arena step by step. Eyes, no, the eight eyes are facing each other, and they can feel the opponent's fiery fighting spirit and desire for victory.

"Radar, can you arrange it?" Mouse turned to Radar and said.

"Regular starting, in fact, there is nothing to arrange. First of all, Fei, Viagra, the insider is stuck with the rebound leader. No matter whether you win or lose this game, you will have one rebound less than the opponent. You will practice for 10 minutes after the game."

"There is nothing else, just play as you played in the previous games."

The teammates looked at the radar in disbelief. In the past, no matter which team they were playing, the radar would make very detailed arrangements before the game. Even if it was a team like Class [-] or Class [-], it would take ten minutes to play the strongest team today. Opponent, what happened to the radar, is it that simple?

"Welcome everyone to the last match of the freshman competition. This match has attracted a lot of attention. Whoever wins will be able to represent Xincheng Middle School in the next semester's eight-school league at the county level. Players from the two teams are ready to enter the field!"

"The starting lineups of the two teams have not changed, and they are still regular personnel."

Zhou Zhou is in very good condition today, his voice is loud and clear, like a big horn, the sound resounds throughout the arena.

Before going on the field, Radar glanced at Mouse, and the two clasped hands, clasped hands, shoulders touched shoulders, and cheered each other on.

Radar, who went to the field, could still hear various discussions in the audience.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's a verdict. Zhou Ming may blow Wu Hao up."

"No, the Mamba team has radar, the kind of sun god."

"That's all bragging, whoever won't, the ruling will definitely win."

"I still believe in the Mamba team, they cooperate tacitly"

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Players from both sides have already entered the field, went through the procedures, and shook hands before the game.

Wu Hao and Zhou Ming have always seen each other at odds. The two have been rivals since junior high school. They used to compete in track and field competitions at sports meet, sprint and triple jump. Every time Zhou Ming was overwhelmed by rats, today it’s on the basketball court. Rats don’t seem to have the advantage. It was so obvious, Zhou Ming vowed to avenge his shame.

"The strongest defender, let's compete tonight!" Ah Cheng said with a dangerous smile when he shook hands with Radar.

Radar just nodded in response. Radar never said that he was the No. [-] defender of Xincheng Middle School. It didn't matter who was strong or who was weak. What Radar wanted was victory, the victory of the Mamba team.

(End of this chapter)