Versatile Point Forward

Chapter 13 School Team Selection ([-])

Because the kick-off was delayed for some time, when the yellow team dribbled the ball across the half, the five members of the red team had already settled down. Ye Feng and Mark extended to near the three-point line. Enrique, Love and Hawes Then firmly hold their position, a standard 2-3 defensive formation.

Ye Feng stared closely at the basketball that was constantly being passed around the perimeter, and occasionally turned his head to observe the situation in the half court. "Oh? The center forward needs to be positioned inside, and then the other four line up on the outside? Interesting, it seems that No. 13 on the opposite side is a center with a strong offensive ability! However, this is not enough, not enough..." Ye Feng said One of his many quirks on the court is the defense talking to himself.

In terms of outside defense, Ye Feng's strength is needless to say, but his backcourt partner Mark's defense is also remarkable. In the eyes of the backcourt pair of No. 9 and No. 7 of the yellow team, the opponent seems to be on the three-point line An iron wall was built, and the possibility of their successful breakthrough was compressed to infinitely small. It seemed that as long as they dared to dribble and break through, they would be robbed.

Fortunately, No. 13 is strong and strong, and barely got stuck in the position under the interference of Hawes and Love. Although it is not particularly deep, for No. 9, there is no better shot point. He must Gotta pass the ball in!Fortunately, it was Mark who was defending him. He could also turn his body to protect the ball and slowly move to the left. To be on the safe side, he lobbed the ball directly to the inside line. No. 13 was also very smart. He faced the ball He took a step in the direction he was flying from and firmly grasped the ball in his hands.

Seeing him catch the ball, Hawes went up immediately. He thought to himself that his strength was not too bad, and his defensive posture was very standard, with his center of gravity lowered, one arm on the opponent's waist, and his legs It seals off the retreat space.Just when his confidence was bursting, No. 13 suddenly moved. He dribbled the ball, turned around and wiped it from the left of Hawes, and his strong body rolled towards the basket like a tank.

Hawes turned pale with fright, but he no longer dared to stretch out his hand. Now as long as he touches it, nine out of ten he will be called a defensive foul.Seeing this, Enrique hurried back to help defend. He was very experienced and didn't jump, but just stood there with his arms outstretched. No. 13 saw at a glance that he not only wanted to interfere with his shooting, but also planned to make an offensive foul. He smiled contemptuously, his huge body suddenly stopped, took off, shot, and made a crisp throw, and scored two points.Then he sneered, beckoning his teammates to retreat towards his side like a tide, not forgetting to give Ye Feng a demonstrative glance.

Ye Feng rubbed his chin, thinking: This big guy is quite interesting, what would happen if we confronted him?With that in mind, as soon as Mark brought the ball across half court, he asked for the ball directly.Ye Feng was the actual captain of the team, and Mark passed the ball to him without hesitation, while he ran empty-handed on the outside, bringing the defender to the bottom corner.

Facing No. 7 of the yellow team, Ye Feng grinned, and found the space to go straight to the basket with a single shake.Apart from Mark, the other three people probably guessed what Ye Feng was going to do. They tacitly took away the defenders around them, pinning their hopes on Ye Feng's personal hero mode.

King to King!
Ye Feng nodded slightly, he was very happy that his teammates could understand his thoughts, and they didn't hesitate to create opportunities for him.Before No. 7 pounced on him again, Ye Feng had already moved. While controlling the ball, he increased his speed and rushed towards the opponent's big man guarding the basket. No. 13 narrowed his eyes, and took the initiative to meet him, trying to slow down Ye Feng's breakthrough speed by getting close to him, and it seemed that he had succeeded.

Taking advantage of Ye Feng stopping the ball, No. 13 instantly turned from the side to the front, with his arms spread out, directly covering Ye Feng in his own shadow.Looking at No. 13's fiery eyes, Ye Feng smiled, and the frequency of his dribbling suddenly accelerated, "Papa!" Amidst the sound of dribbling like a storm, his figure swayed from side to side, and even No. 13 became nervous. , because it is completely impossible to judge his route.

Ye Feng suddenly stepped out with his left foot, and his center of gravity also shifted to the left. No. 13's eyes were fixed: left!However, when he shifted his center of gravity to the left, Ye Feng took his left foot back aggressively, and directly broke through from the right.

be cheated! No. 13 had a bitter taste in his mouth, but he still didn't intend to give up, but followed Ye Feng closely, trying to send a hot pot when he made a shot, at least to interfere with his shooting.

Ye Feng already felt the huge oppressive force behind him, but he remained unmoved and continued to attack the basket.When he took off with the ball in one hand, No. 13 jumped up with him with a smirk on his face, and slapped the basketball in his hand with one hand: "Hmph! Prepare to block me, kid!"

But soon the smirk on his face turned into astonishment.Ye Feng didn't use the usual layup method, he flexibly dodged left and right in the air, and used a backhand layup to add two more points for the red team.And No. 13's hand couldn't hold back anymore, and hit Ye Feng's hand hard.

"Beep——" Black blew the number 13 thug's foul, and he didn't justify himself. The sound when his palm and arm touched just now was so loud that the school team's first-choice players standing near the baseline could hear it. What an excuse.Ye Feng stood on the free throw line, took a deep breath, and steadily threw the ball into the basket.As an excellent shooter, Ye Feng would never waste this kind of chance to score without interference.

He shook his finger at No. 13 and lip-synced as he ran backwards toward his home half. After No. 13 struggled to recognize it, his face turned livid. What Ye Feng said was "You can't do it".After he took the backcourt ball, he growled at No. 9: "Give me the ball later, I'm going to blow up their inside line!" Then he angrily rushed towards the red team's penalty area.

No. 9 was taken aback, and smiled helplessly, but he still didn't mean to disobey his own center forward. He knew very well that among the five players on his side, only No. 13 might be able to compete with the opponent in the same position.So after he took the ball steadily across the half, he saw the opportunity and lobbed the ball to No. 13 again.

This time the person standing behind was replaced by Loew. Unfortunately, although Loew's chassis is very stable, he is half a head shorter than the opponent, and his wingspan is not enough. Apart from supporting No. 13, he has nothing to do. Other ways to limit each other. No. 13 also seemed to feel that he couldn't turn around easily this time, but instead of panicking, he leaned on Love and made a small hook.He secretly rejoiced in his heart: Now it's stable!
But is it really stable? As soon as the No. 13 ball was shot, a black shadow flew out from the side, and slapped the ball to the other side of the court.Mark, who was still entangled with No. 9 of the yellow team just now, has already passed away. He leaned over to pick up the ball and made a layup with a low hand. The opponent behind him lost the chase as early as the moment he received the ball. power.

Number 13 clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and looked at the man who destroyed his attack.It's still Ye Feng!Even though the height difference between the two was close to 13 centimeters, Ye Feng still took a quick shot of his impending hook.Enrique, who was on the other side of the penalty area, saw it clearly. At the moment when No. 13 received the ball, Ye Feng took two steps back wittily, and was stuck between No. 7 and his opponent No. 13. Whether he is attacking with the ball or passing the ball back to No. 7, he can rush there in the first time.

And obviously, No. 13, who had just been irritated by Ye Feng, completely forgot about his teammates, and was focused on looking for the red team's insiders to single out.Ye Feng grasped his mentality and focused more on the inside line. Sure enough, No. 13 wanted to take advantage of his height to beat Loew. When he made a shot, Ye Feng assisted in the defense and directly sent the This one was nipped in the bud.

The two passed by under the basket. In the eyes of the audience, Ye Feng, who was almost a head shorter than the opponent, looked even taller.Enrique looked at Ye Feng with a complicated expression, and suddenly put a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that Loew was looking at him with a silly smile: "Enrique, your level is not low, Ye Feng He's just a pervert, and he's purely inferior to him. Besides, don't we all play for the same team? What's wrong with strong teammates?"

Looking at Love's sincere gaze, Enrique nodded, with a relieved expression on his face.

After giving the opponent a head-on blow, Ye Feng did not act aggressively in the next game, but tortured No. 7 on the defensive end, and almost became a pure catch-and-shoot shooter on the offensive end. Occasionally get up and score inside or draw fouls.If it wasn't for the fear of reducing Mark's performance, Ye Feng would have taken over the work of organizing the offense. Even so, he still had a lot of assists by relying on his wide court vision.In many cases, he calls the pick-and-roll and then passes to the inside of the wall or the pitcher ambushing outside the three-point line, or directly breaks through to attract double-teams and then passes to Hawes and Love for an alley-oop.

In the second half, Ye Feng decided to be lazy. After all, he already had a quasi-triple-double of 17 points, 8 rebounds and 11 assists, so he had to let other teammates show their faces.He secretly asked Westbrook on the sidelines to help him with a tactical board, and whenever a substitution or a timeout was called, he would write and draw with the tactical board in a serious manner.Although the red team dropped a level because of his dismissal, they still suppressed the opponent with Ye Feng's deployment and tactics.

Westbrook, who refused to leave after sending the tactical board, widened his eyes: "Ye, you are so good as a coach, are you planning to find a job for yourself in the team after retirement? But don't Say, you really have two brushes, I didn't see it before!"

Ye Feng laughed: "Boss, there are many things that you didn't notice. Speaking of which, after the competition, there will be no other events? Don't you need a physical examination or something?"

Westbrook laughed and scolded: "Get out after the game, the list will be announced tomorrow, you kid, just rest assured! As for the physical examination, you have already done it at the beginning of school, and you can check it in detail after you officially join the team. That's it."

Then he asked treacherously again: "Ye, are you here to be a player or a coach?"

"Go away!" It was a middle finger that answered him.

(End of this chapter)