Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

"Hey, Xiao Qingyang is back."

"Feng Zikai was also replaced."

"What's the use of changing it? They were on the field in the third quarter before, but what happened, they were chased by so many points."

"That's right, it's useless to go. Don't look at how much class 3 is leading at the moment. Let me tell you, the game is over, and class 3 has no fighting spirit."

When the timeout was over, some people looked forward to seeing Xiao Qingyang and Feng Zikai being replaced together, while others shook their heads, expressing that it was useless.

on the field.

The score was 58:53.

Class 8 was still occupied by Zhuang Yu, Zhao Yuanhao, Wu Xi, Li Guangmao, and Zhou Jun. Yu Xianyong was pushed on the bench, and Teacher Li didn't plan to let him sit on it.

Now Xiao Qingyang, Feng Zikai, Zhang Xu, and Yang Chao all returned to the field. Class 3 attacked. Zhang Xu pushed the ball to the frontcourt and handed it to Xiao Qingyang.

"I admit that you are very good." Xiao Qingyang pinched the ball around his waist, faced Zhuang Yu, and suddenly said: "But I didn't lose to you, I just lost to myself, my pride and self-esteem. "

But in the few minutes off the court, he covered his head and couldn't see the outside picture, but he could hear people's comments, first anger, annoyance, frustration, jealousy... But gradually, he calmed down , Learned to reflect.

"Is it because Zhuang Yu blocked himself, or because of Zhuang Yu's explosive slam dunk, or because of Senior Sister An Xin?"

"No, neither."

"It's just one block. No one in the game has ever been blocked. Even Jordan Kobe is no exception. That dunk is indeed beautiful, but I may not be able to do it. As for Senior An Xin... "

When he covered his head and thought about senior sister An Xin again, he found that he couldn't remember the specific appearance of senior sister An Xin for a while, he just knew that she was pretty.

In fact, Xiao Qingyang might not like An Xin that much.

A student who is only fifteen or sixteen years old and has just entered the first year of high school has not seen An Xin for a month, how much can he like someone?

The reason why he cared so much was because of his pride.

A person who feels that he is so dazzling deserves everyone's attention, including Senior Sister An Xin, who is the belle of the No. [-] middle school.And the more An Xin behaved plainly, not even looking at him, the more he cared, that's why he was jealous because An Xin applauded Zhuang Yu.

Xiao Qingyang is a very smart person. When he calmed down, he figured out all this, so he took off his coat and asked to play.

"I've always been too proud." Xiao Qingyang laughed at himself, and said, "Actually, I should thank you. There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. If I hadn't met you, I don't know how long it would have taken me to wake up and let me grow up." .”

Zhuang Yu rolled his eyes: "You must be sick, so much nonsense. Also, I'm not interested in boys."

Uh?

Xiao Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why.

But he could also tell that Zhuang Yu was very impatient, so he didn't say anything immediately, lowered his center of gravity, accelerated suddenly, and broke through to the left.

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However, with a flash of a figure, Zhuang Yu stood in front again.

"It's really hard to lose him." Xiao Qingyang thought to himself, quickly stopped, hooked the ball and pulled it back, while moving his feet, and took a step back.

It was a beautiful retreat, and he immediately jumped up after retreating back, throwing the ball before Zhuang Yu rushed up.

Swish!

The ball goes in.

"Although you are very strong, it will not be so easy to win this match." Xiao Qingyang put his hand down and said to Zhuang Yu, then turned and retreated.

Zhuang Yu narrowed his eyes.

Zhao Yuanhao came to Zhuang Yu's side, first curled his lips at Xiao Qingyang, then frowned and said, "This guy seems to be doing it again, what should I do?"

"Heh." Zhuang Yu suddenly laughed, "Fatty, don't you think such an opponent is more interesting?"

Zhao Yuanhao: "..."

Class 8 counterattacked.

Zhou Jun advances with the ball, finds Zhuang Yu after reaching the frontcourt, and passes the ball to Zhuang Yu.Xiao Qingyang immediately rushed towards Zhuang Yu and stood in front of him.

Zhuang Yu glanced at the defender's position, then dribbled the ball under his crotch, and then suddenly raised his center of gravity, as if he was about to pull up.Xiao Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, he subconsciously stepped up, and raised his right hand high, trying to interfere with Zhuang Yu's shooting.

But at this moment, Zhuang Yu slapped the ball on the ground, not to make a dry shot, but to speed up the breakthrough.

"Not good." Xiao Qingyang's face changed slightly, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't back up and get stuck for a while, and it was too late to chase because Zhuang Yu was too fast.

You can only pin your hopes on your teammates inside.

It's a pity that his teammates couldn't block Zhuang Yu, Feng Zikai raised his hands, but Zhuang Yu still scored.

"I tried my best." Feng Zikai looked helpless.

In the next few minutes, the two sides came and went, and the match seemed to be a trump card duel between Zhuang Yu and Xiao Qingyang. The two of you had one, and I immediately returned the other.

However, comparing the two, Zhuang Yu still had the upper hand, and the score was unknowingly rewritten to 66:65, and Class 8 was only one point behind.

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"My darling, I didn't expect the game to reach this level. There is only one point difference left. It's so exciting."

"Yeah, the key is that there are only 35 seconds left in the game. I don't know which side will win. I feel so nervous."

Some people rubbed their hands, feeling that their palms were sweating because of nervousness. An Xin and Zhou Xiaoyu, two sophomores in high school, also looked nervous at the moment.

This score is too subtle.

"beep......"

Under Xiao Qingyang's signal, the head teacher of Class 3 requested a timeout.

Several players came to the field, Xiao Qingyang directly replaced the homeroom teacher, and arranged tactics for several teammates: "It doesn't matter, we are still ahead, next we have to try to score a goal, as long as we score one, we will be undefeated place."

With 35 seconds left, both sides have an offensive opportunity, and Class 3 leads by 1 point. As long as another goal is scored, the point difference can be opened to at least 3 points.

With a 3-point lead, even if Class 8 scores another three-pointer, the game will be dragged into overtime.

"Score, then defend." Xiao Qingyang turned his head and glanced at Class 8, and continued: "Keep an eye on Zhuang Yu, we must not let him score again."

"Ah."

"This last ball must be shot by him, just keep an eye on him."

Several players responded one after another, no matter whether their side can score or not, as long as they defend the opponent's last attack, they will win.

Class 8 is here.

Several players surrounded Mr. Liu.

The layout here is also very simple. First of all, defend, focus on defending Xiao Qingyang, try to defend, get the ball, and leave the rest to Zhuang Yu.

Yes, just as Class 3 expected, Zhuang Yu will carry out the final attack, even if the other party guesses it, it will not change anything, it must be him.

Besides Zhuang Yu, who else can I trust at this time?

"Okay." Teacher Liu clapped his hands and said loudly, "In the last 35 seconds, everyone, work hard and kill Class 3 for me."

"Kill Class 3." Several people shouted together.

[Author's digression]: I'm sorry, two chapters were missing yesterday, try to make up for it today, if it's not enough, make it up tomorrow!