This striker is a bit of a monster

Chapter 15
Didi!

The referee's whistle still sounded, signaling a foul on the shot.

"Are you blind?"

"If there is no penalty, my grandma knows the rules of basketball better than you!"

Coach Jim was about to rush into the field, but was stopped by other players, but he still yelled cursingly.

For such a large malicious foul, it is not an exaggeration to be directly expelled from the field!

But he still calmed down. He asked for a timeout first. Zhou Lin was still lying there, covering his eyes with his hands.

Blood flowed from his fingers.

"Damn it, what a dirty game!"

Jim couldn't bear it anymore. Even he, who was nearly seventy years old, was irritated by such blatant behavior.

He looked at the bench at Orton High School, and the coach of the other side was also looking at him, and there was clearly a bit of teasing in his eyes.

"coach!"

Just when Jim couldn't help getting angry, Zhou Lin spoke suddenly.

"I'm fine, but I probably need to go back to the locker room for treatment!"

Zhou Lin covered his eyes and sat up.

"How are you?"

"hurts a little!"

"Help!"

The doctor accompanying the team had already arrived, and several substitute players were asked to help carry him back to the infirmary.

"Coach, don't be fooled by them, you must win this game!" Zhou Lin could only open one eye.

There is still a little more time in one quarter, and Flint Hill still has the advantage!
Misha also rushed to the infirmary, and brought bad news.

The slight advantage I left for Flint Hill was exhausted at the end of the third quarter.

"doctor."

Zhou Lin said to the examining doctor: "Help me stop the bleeding, I should still be able to play."

"The wound is five centimeters long and needs to be stitched up. Are you sure you want to play?"

The doctor asked Zhou Lin with some doubts.

If you want to play, you can't take anesthesia, and the stitches still hurt!
"For me, for all of us, this game is very important." Zhou Lin lay down.

"If it hurts, hold my hand!" Misha reached out and held Zhou Lin's hand.

Zhou Lin shook his head: "I'm not that fragile yet."

The doctor said: "Child, after suturing, the blood still needs to coagulate, so it will take a while. Even if you play again, you probably won't have much time."

"Then please sew quickly!"

……

"Without that yellow guy, you're really useless, and Orton High will be the winner of this game."

Lyles started talking trash again. In the second and third quarters, he also tried to use trash talk to influence Zhou Lin, but the result made him wonder if Zhou Lin could not speak English at all.

But what surprised Lyles was that Eric actually calmed down, did not rush forward, passed the ball steadily, and was able to make the basket that should be shot.

There are still many small moves on the field, but blood has already been seen once, and Jim has also given great feedback. Even if the referee deliberately favors Orton High School, there will be no more bloodshed. The coaches at Orton High also realized this, so they restrained the players a little.

Now Flint Hills no longer has the yellow-skinned player that made Orton High School fearful. Even if they play normally, Flint Hills is not Orton High School's opponent.

With 9 minutes remaining.

61 to 60, Orton High School has overtaken.

With six minutes and 30 seconds remaining.

68 to 65, Orton High School led by three points.

With four minutes and 11 seconds remaining.

75 to 69, Orton High School led by 6 points.

With 3 minutes remaining, Orton took an 80-point lead, 72-8.

This is not a small difference!
In the eyes of all the audience at the scene, the winner of this game will be Orton High School, and they will also defend the title of the strongest high school in Fairfax County.

But when Zhou Lin appeared on the bench, it still caused a lot of discussion among the audience.

Perhaps, if Zhou Lin didn't have an 'accident' and didn't leave the field, it would be hard to say the outcome of this match.

"Coach, my bleeding has stopped!"

Although Zhou Lin's bleeding had stopped, Zhou Lin's vision in his left eye was poor due to the broken brow bone, sutures and gauze hanging down.

"You are sure to play!"

Jim was already planning to give up the game and go to the organizer to sue, but he didn't expect Zhou Lin to come back.

"You can try it."

Zhou Lin nodded and said, "This is the first televised game in Flint Hills, and it's also my first game. I don't want to give up easily."

Now there are 3 minutes left, eight points behind.

Not just eight.

In the round when Zhou Lin returned to the bench, Orton High School scored another two points.

The score was stretched to double digits.

"Okay, if it doesn't work, get off immediately!" Jim was still a little worried.

But he still called a timeout.

Blair said with concern: "Zhou, are you okay?"

"After a few stitches, the bleeding stopped, but there was something wrong with my vision." Zhou Lin said, "Coach Jim, I need an inside pick-and-roll."

If there is a problem with the line of sight, his shooting will also be affected, so Zhou Lin is going to attack the inside more.

"Follow your train of thought."

After arranging Zhou Lin, Coach Jim went to the side of the referee and said something. The referee's expression was ugly.

"Coach, what did you say?" Seeing Jim walking back, Blair asked curiously.

Jim said: "I told him that if he is letting the opponent's players murder my ace player, I will always report him and complain about him. This is a game that can be seen by the entire Fairfax County. He can't Cover the sky with one hand."

"Of course, Zhou, you have to protect yourself too."

Jim was still slightly worried.

"You only have one eye left, Asiatic."

Lyles took the initiative to defend Zhou Lin, and tried to influence Zhou Lin's mood with trash talk.

"Hmph, can you win the game only by making fouls? I'm really sad for you." Zhou Lin was also slightly annoyed and said, "Even with such dirty means, you can't win."

"Now you can't pass my level."

Lyles gave enough physical confrontation, which is a ball that the referee will not blow.

Gion came up to do a pick-and-roll for Zhou Lin, which was also a pre-arrangement, but Gion secretly gave Lyles an elbow to avenge Zhou Lin.

After a pick and roll, Zhou Lin hit a mid-range hit.

The score was reduced by two points.

"I'll be the first line of defense!"

Zhou Lin is also now knocking with Lyles.

"Taste my anger, and then, you won't get a single point in front of me."

He is three or four inches taller than Lyles, but his speed and agility are greater than the opponent's. The larger defensive area makes it difficult for Lyles to handle the ball, and Lyles seems to want to Zhou Lin regained his position and kept signaling to open the singles.

But it was delayed until the end of 30 seconds before Lyles made a hasty shot and was slapped away by Zhou Lin's block!
Silence!

No one thought that the opponent's player, who was injured, could perfectly defend his school's core point and defense.

"Even if I only use one eye, you are no match for me!"

You are not the only one who can talk trash!

While dribbling the ball, Zhou Lin said to Lyles, "I can easily shoot over your head, but you have nothing to do with me."

With that said, a three-point shot hit the bullseye!
Murder and kill!
82 is better than 77!

With 2 minutes left, the Flint Hill side was only five points behind!
(End of this chapter)