shorty defender

Chapter 48, Three Points at the Buzzer
Then Qin Feihong seemed to start his personal scoring mode, and his whole person changed. He fired three-pointers from the outside line one after another, made a mid-range jumper, broke through for a layup, and avoided a defensive pull-bar on the inside to score a layup under the basket.

In just a few minutes, he made [-] of [-] shots and scored [-] points. He felt hot and turned on the runaway mode. This scoring efficiency was even more terrifying than Cheng Yuan.

Li Changqing had no choice but to call a timeout, and the score had been shortened to four points. If Tan Feihong was allowed to continue to score, I am afraid that after the first half, No. [-] Middle School would fall behind.

Li Changqing looked at Li Haining, who was downcast, and didn't blame him: "It's not your fault. Who knew that the guard from No. [-] Middle School broke out suddenly, and that's why I underestimated them."

Li Changqing, who thought he could end the first half with a big lead, also made a mistake.

In the next five middle schools, Luo Tianming, Luo Jie and Gu Jun will definitely be on the court to bite the score.

"Liu Jingsheng, the three of you come off. Cheng Yuan and Ge Qingping come on. Li Weidong, you play small forward and the two of them play guard. Ge Qingping is the point guard. Cheng Yuan, what I want you to do is attack! Attack! Attack again! Crazy scoring, understand." Li Changqing said at this time.

"Hey, coach, don't worry, I will let you see that I am not only good at three-point long-range shooting." Li Changqing trusted himself so much, and Cheng Yuan smiled embarrassedly.

"That's right, Tan Feihong, you really didn't disappoint me!" Wang Cheng patted Tan Feihong's shoulder heavily while speaking.

"Thank you coach for your trust. I want to continue playing later." Tan Feihong said, wiping the sweat off his body.

Wang Cheng nodded and said, "In a moment, Gu Jun, the four of you and Tan Feihong are together, and there are still four points left. Even if you can't overtake, I will do everything possible to tie the score. As long as we do this still have a chance!"

"Okay! We got it!" Everyone in the Fifth Middle School nodded and said.

"beep…"

The bell rings, the timeout ends and the game continues.

Before playing, Li Changqing patted Cheng Yuan on the shoulder: "There are still three minutes left in the second quarter. During this time, the No. 3 Middle School must not let the score go ahead."

"Okay." Cheng Yuan nodded and stepped onto the court.

With one ball possession and one serve, Ge Qingping dribbled the ball across half court, called a pick-and-roll and misplaced, throwing off the defensive player facing him, and hit a mid-range jumper near the free throw line for two points.

The ball was exchanged, Qin Feihong advanced with the ball, passed the ball to his teammate after halftime, and then used his running speed to get rid of Cheng Yuan, and then took off directly after receiving a pass from his teammate, scored a three-pointer, and did not pass far It's not too slow, and it's almost enough to interfere with the ball.

The fifth middle school is three points behind one middle school.

"I almost interfered with the ball." Cheng Chengyuan was not discouraged, and secretly cheered himself up.

"Don't be arrogant in victory and not discouraged in defeat, the young man has a good heart." Little Z's voice sounded in Cheng Yuan's mind.

"I still have this feeling. Don't worry." Said Cheng Yuan and started to run to the front court.

Cheng Yuan looked at Tan Feihong's figure and shook his head helplessly. This guy's hand feeling didn't start to cool down after the pause. The hot hand feeling continued.

After the ball exchange, Ge Qingping held the ball across half court, and when he realized that it was not Qin Feihong, the point guard of No. [-] Middle School, but Chen Qiming, the shooting guard who was defending him, Ge Qingping also smiled lightly.

After all, Qin Feihong is now feeling overwhelmed, so he should not focus on defense, but focus on offense. This is also in line with the tactical intention of No. [-] Middle School coach Wang Cheng at the beginning.

"Boy, I won't let you score easily!" Chen Qiming said, opening his hands to defend Ge Qingping.

Ge Qingping smiled without saying a word, and after a few fancy dribbles, he shook Chen Qiming away, rushed into the inside line at a speed, and hit the defensive throw in the middle of the fifth line, opening the score to five points.

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Less than 1 minute before the end of the second quarter, Qin Feihong took the ball and wandered outside the three-point line. He was double-teamed by No. [-] Middle School and had to pass the ball. His teammates shot and jumped out of the basket. Cheng Yuan missed the rebound, and immediately made a long pass to Ge Qingping, who was running towards the backcourt of No. [-] Middle School.

The latter rushed into the penalty area after receiving the ball, pulled himself up high, and dunked the ball with one hand.

This goal ignited the offensive momentum of No. [-] Middle School, and also ignited the emotions of the audience of No. [-] Middle School.

"Strike!" Someone shouted from the auditorium of No. [-] Middle School.

"This long pass is beautifully passed by Cheng Yuan." After Cheng Yuan returned to defense, Ge Qingping said to Cheng Yuan.

"That dunk of yours is pretty cool too." Cheng Yuan and Ge Qingping clapped their hands together.

The ball was exchanged, the ball was held by No. 25 Middle School, Qin Feihong controlled the ball, and glanced at the timer. There were less than the last [-] seconds left. He wanted to press the time to play the last attack. He took a deep breath. This ball he I plan to come by myself.

"Pick and roll!"

Qin Feihong held the ball in one hand and signaled his teammates to come out for the pick-and-roll with the other. With the pick-and-roll, Qin Feihong accelerated, rushed into the inside lane, then jumped high, and threw the ball towards the inside defenders of No. [-] Middle School.

"Snapped!"

"beep"

The basketball bounced off the hoop a few times before falling to the hoop.

This ball Qin Feihong caused a foul by Huang Yao's thug in No. [-] middle school, and an extra free throw was made.

Tan Feihong jumped up excitedly and shook his fist fiercely. At this time, the referee signaled that the two points would be valid and an extra free throw would be added.

Huang Yao stood under the basket and shook his head helplessly, but he had to defend the ball forward.

At the free throw line, Qin Feihong steadily scored and added free throws. At this time, he was behind by one point and one point in the fifth, and there were still 3.5 seconds left in the game.

The ball was exchanged and Yizhong served, but obviously, Wuzhong did not want Yizhong to make the final attack in the last 3.5 seconds.

The players of No. 3.5 Middle School open their arms and shake up and down in the backcourt of No. [-] Middle School. They don’t even want to give No. [-] Middle School a chance to serve. In time, we will try our best to overtake the score.

Huang Yao was out of bounds with the ball, and he frowned a little annoyed when he saw the No. [-] middle school players who were constantly swinging their arms to interfere with his line of sight and serve route!But this is a game, and it is not easy for him to attack within the rules.

Originally wanted to pass the ball out, but found that Ge Qingping was stuck tightly and Cheng Yuan was double-teamed, so there was no way to pass the ball out.

But at this moment, his eyes lit up, and he saw Zhong Chen who was getting rid of the defender, and he passed the ball without thinking, because the serving time was approaching, and if he didn't serve the ball, he would be in violation of the five-second rule.

"Zhong Chen!" At some point, Cheng Yuan had already reached the backcourt of No. [-] Middle School, three meters away from the three-point line.

After receiving the throw-in, Zhong Chen didn't hesitate. With a wave of his arm, he passed the ball long.

The countdown on the timer...

"2..."

"1..."

"beep…"

As the bell rang at the end of the second quarter, everyone present only saw a basketball empty into the net!
(End of this chapter)