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Chapter 4 crossover advanced to the final
The semi-finals came as scheduled.

The semi-finals are divided into two groups. Xu Feng and his class are against Class 3, which is known as team basketball.

"Little Iverson, I heard they are very strong." The head teacher said flatly.

"Teacher, I believe we can win. Although I'm not 100% sure, I still have the confidence to defeat them."

"Yes, if you can lead the class to get No.1 in this basketball game, the teacher will give you a three-good student at the end of the semester."

"Really, thank you teacher." After Xu Feng finished speaking, he put on the headband and went to the field to start the game.

The whistle blew, and the opponent's center jumped to the ball. At this time, he did not pass back to the defender, but passed it straight to the fast-down small forward.

The small forward caught the ball and scored a three-step layup.

0:2.

"It's interesting." Xu Feng said and adjusted the headband completely.

Then he came to the bottom line to catch the ball. The opponent's defense was man-to-man, and the defense was watertight.

But after the last game, Xu Feng has been able to use the drawbar skillfully, which can't limit him at all.

"Hush!" Xu Feng succeeded in pulling the lever 2+1.

After a rhythmic shot, Xu Feng made a free throw and went into the net.

But soon the opponent's defender received the ball from the bottom line, advanced all the way, passed the ball, and easily broke Xu Feng's defense.

After a few rounds, it was inseparable, and no one could guard against the other.

The score came to 10 to 10 at this time.

That is to say, from here, Xu Feng was a little exhausted and began to make mistakes.

10 to 15, the end of the first quarter.

Xu Feng was out of breath. At this time, a girl handed him a bottle of water, "Little Iverson is so handsome, come on, we will definitely win."

Xu Feng took it, quickly opened the blueberry-flavored Gatorade, gulped it down, and nodded in response to her.

"Xu Feng, if you can pass the ball, pass more. You can't go on like this, it's too personal heroism."

Xu Feng followed the voice and found that it was a physical education teacher.

"Teacher, what I wanted to tell you after the last game was not that I didn't pass it on, I'm afraid..."

"Are you afraid of losing the game, or are you afraid that you won't score?"

"Teacher, in the NBA, don't everyone pass the ball to people with good hands? A team needs a leader, not to mention that our team is so average, and my teammates are willing to give me unlimited firepower!"

"Then do you think you can win if you go on like this?"

"Why can't you win?" Xu Feng finished his Gatorade and threw the bottle aside.

"Hehe." The physical education teacher looked disdainful.

"Teacher, me! Xu Feng! But for those who are going to enter the Hall of Fame, I will definitely lead our class to win the championship!" The voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of the surrounding people.

Seeing this, the physical education teacher turned around and left without saying anything.

"Little Iverson, what should we do next?" The center looked at him in bewilderment.

"What should I do? Let's do it!" After speaking, Xu Feng adjusted his headband and entered the arena.

At the beginning of the second quarter, with the disadvantage of being behind, Xu Feng began to advance to the frontcourt.

"Pull away! Pull away!" Xu Feng shouted.

When the teammates heard this, they thought that Xu Feng was going to attack the drawbar again, and quickly retreated to the three-point line.

As soon as the opponent sees this scene, they will not give you a single chance, and they will directly come up to outflank and attack.

Seeing this, Xu Feng stopped and started in a row, a crossover (here to explain the crossover, if you haven’t watched the Iverson game, you must not know this, crossover is a difficult front-body change, which requires a strong core Strength and super comprehension, crossover was not invented by Iverson, but it was carried forward by him. Interested readers can go to Baidu to search for Iverson's collection, which are basically all kinds of crossover)
The two people who surrounded him were knocked down directly, and the audience screamed continuously. This was the second time they were knocked down so far in the game, and this time, two people were knocked out.

The shooting space came out, so needless to say, Xu Feng tapped his feet on the ground lightly, and the ball scored.

12:15.

The five opponents couldn't believe that Xu Feng would crossover.

The defender who was swayed hurriedly came to the baseline to catch the ball. At this time, he felt that his self-confidence had been severely hit, and his dribbling was much more frivolous than before.

Xu Feng saw through the change at a glance, lowered his center of gravity, and used his speed and long arms to steal the ball directly!

A basket was picked.

14:15.

"Hey! Hold on bro." The opposing shooting guard yelled at the point guard.

"Little Iverson is really not a waste of fame. He can crossover. I haven't practiced it after a year of practice. I only practiced an ordinary frontal change."

"This No. 3 is really powerful. If you don't look at his height, just his outfit and his movements are really like Iverson!" The shooting guard continued what the point guard said.

That's all, but the game has to go on. Playing team basketball, they can only use passing to open up open positions, but they don't use a single explosive point.

Xu Feng's team also saw through this after the first quarter of the game, and started to play and defend.

With the sound of an iron strike, the ball came into Xu Feng's hands again. At this time, the physical education teacher also walked back slowly.

Xu Feng caught a glimpse of him, "Old man!" These three words couldn't help but blurted out.

An accelerated dribble crosses halftime, and here comes another crossover, and so on, it is still a continuous crossover.

The people around were stunned, and the physical education teacher's eyes straightened up.

After five, he made a layup.

Xu Feng patted the basketball hoop, "Answer, I'm one step closer to you."

"Who can guard against this?" The opponent's defender exclaimed.

And Xu Feng's teammates took the lead in shouting: "Little Iverson! Little Iverson! Little Iverson!"

The audience also shouted.The other group's game stopped for a few seconds because of the sound here.

16:15.

The opposing guard suddenly lost confidence, "Shooting guard, brother, you can handle the ball, my mentality has collapsed!"

"What?! Are you joking? The game isn't over yet?"

"Then do you think we can still win? This little Iverson can pull the bar and crossover."

"Brother, I understand what you mean, we must have a competitive spirit, although my mentality has collapsed."

For a while, no one in the opponent's backcourt caught the ball and advanced.

The referee blew his whistle a few times, indicating that the time would not be suspended.

"What are you doing?!" The opposing small forward impatiently ran to the backcourt, beckoning the big forward to serve him.

"Brother, what are you dragging, isn't your mentality broken?" The two guards said in unison.

"What is mental collapse?" Xiaoqian said as he pushed forward.

"Okay, pretend we didn't say it." The two guards ran across the half court in a hurry.

At this moment, Xiaoqian murmured: "My mentality collapsed? What the hell is this? I just exploded my mentality!"

The small forward dribbles to the top of the three-point arc, ready to pass.

Xu Feng ran over in a breath, waved his hands, and the ball was broken.

"What's the situation? The hands are so long! My mind is blown!"

Xu Feng made a fast break and advanced. Seeing that no one was coming to defend, he pulled the lever into the air. He was really handsome!
A girl with a blue drink screamed.

Following the scream, the referee's whistle also sounded.

18:15.

The game is over.

"Congratulations to Class 1 of the second year of junior high school for being the first to enter the final!" The broadcast sounded immediately.

Everyone followed the sound and looked towards the flag-raising platform, only to see the head teacher of Class 1, Grade [-], holding a microphone.

　To be young is to do it! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)