Chapter 23 - Despicable Sixth Middle School

"Huh!"

The goal is scored, the score is 3:2.

The referee did not notice the small movements of Hou Yong's feet, so he didn't call the foul, but Qin Hao paid attention and saw clearly. Just when Zhao Xuebing was about to bypass Hou Yong, Hou Yong stretched out his foot and tripped Zhao Xuebing, almost letting Zhao Xuebing fall.

On the court.

Guo Kai didn't care about being scored by Zhao Liang, but looked at Zhao Xuebing: "Is it all right?"

Zhao Xuebing shook his head: "It's okay, I just stumbled." But he also felt something wrong, remembering what Qin Hao said, and he kept his heart secretly guessing.

Attack of the seventh middle school.

Zhao Xuebing came to the front court and passed the ball to Yuan Xiaogang. Yuan Xiaogang hit Zuo Xiaojun before, and it was easy, so he decided to do it again. Zuo Xiaojun is 184 cm tall. His height is not a big disadvantage, but he is too thin. Compared with Yuan Xiaogang, the confrontation was too bad, and Yuan Xiaogang forcibly squeezed away.

Yuan Xiao just passed Zuo Xiaojun, hit the basket, jumped up to meet the defender, but saw Hou Yong jumping up inside, slapped down with a slap on the head and face, but hit Yuan Xiaogang in the face without slamming the basketball.

Snapped!

There is a crisp sound, and it hurts to listen to it.

Yuan Xiaogang cried out painfully, covered his face and fell to the ground. The referee blew his whistle and gave Hou Yong a foul, but Hou Yong didn't care and even sneered at Yuan Xiaogang.

"Asshole." Zhao Hai was furious, and stepped forward to push Hou Yong. "Do you know how to play, are you going for the ball or for people?"

"I didn't mean it." Hou Yong immediately made an innocent expression and looked at the referee.

The referee thought for a while, but still didn't give Zhao Hai a technical foul, just warned him to calm down. Guo Kai even held Zhao Hai, Yuan Xiaogang also raised his head, enduring the burning pain on his face, and persuaded: "Ocean, I'm fine, don't be impulsive. "

But Yuan Xiaogang clearly has a few bright red fingerprints on his face, how could it be okay?

"He's meowing."

"Is this a fight or a basketball?"

Seeing the fingerprints on Yuan Xiaogang's face, the players in the Seventh Middle School were angry.

Everyone glared at Hou Yong, but Hou Yong showed a slender appearance, his mouth opened and closed, and he provoked with his mouth: "Come on, hit me."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Jiang Fangping immediately called a timeout.

The seventh middle school players angrily returned to the field. The seventh middle school students in the audience were not so scrupulous and shouted. The little fat man Peng Jun blushed and yelled at No. 6 middle school for being mean, but his eyes were too small and he had black frames. No matter how you look at the glasses, you don't look fierce.

"This is too cruel, is it necessary?" The seventh middle school student was angry.

"This is tough defense. You don't understand basketball." The sixth middle school student was quibbling.

The two sides hold their own words and scold each other in the air. It is very lively. Fortunately, there are students from the second middle school between the two audiences. Otherwise, there will be a fight.

...

On the side of the court, the rest area of ​​No. 7 Middle School.

The anger of the players in the Seventh Middle School was hard to dissipate. Jiang Fangping also had a gloomy expression. He glanced at Qin Hao and said, "It seems you really made it right. The sixth middle school is not sturdy, it's dirty."

Guo Kai deeply agreed, frowning and asked: "Coach, then..."

Jiang Fangping said: "Yuan Xiao just came down to rest, and Lu Jun came up. Jiang Feng, you will rely on you when you attack. If you show your strength, the other party thinks that they can win with some insidious means. That's a dream. But you also have to be careful and try to shoot as many shots as possible to avoid injury."

Jiang Feng nodded, his expression was cold, his eyes filled with anger.

Seeing Yuan Xiaogang's appearance, Jiang Xue couldn't help worrying about her brother and holding Jiang Feng: "Brother, you have to be careful, it doesn't matter if you score two goals less, don't get hurt."

Jiang Feng just hummed.

The suspension soon ended.

Both sides returned to the court, Hou Yong grinned with a complacent expression. The coach praised him just now in the timeout, saying that he did a good job and beat Yuan Xiao just down, and the strongest scorer was missing in the seventh. , It is equivalent to breaking the arm of Seven Middle School, he is a great achievement.

The sixth middle school coach Huang Hao praised Hou Yong while replacing Zuo Xiaojun. He was very dissatisfied with Zuo Xiaojun's indecision.

Yuan Xiao just went to the free throw line, his face was still hot, and he failed to make two free throws. He was replaced after the penalty was completed. He was replaced Lu Jun.

The Sixth Middle School is not only mean and insidious on the defensive end, but also on the offensive end. The inside team took the ball from a low position and relied on Zhao Hai. Suddenly he hugged the ball and turned around, flew up with his elbow, pressing his elbow against Zhao Hai's chest. Zhao Hai felt tight in his chest and almost suffocated his breath.

But Qi Bing took the opportunity to score the ball.

Qin Hao frowned when he looked at it, but what made people helpless was that Qi Bing's movements were very concealed, and the referee didn't see it and didn't call him an offensive foul.

In the next few rounds, the sixth middle school relied on various small actions to make the seventh middle school players very depressed, and even there was a good chance, the sixth middle school couldn't make hidden tricks and would also foul fiercely. , So that the offense of No. 7 Middle School was not smooth, and it stumbled all the way.

The game was divided into four quarters, each with 10 minutes, but the first quarter was played for more than four minutes, and the score of the two sides was 10:5, but it was 5 points ahead in the sixth.

"Seven middle schools are no more than that."

"that's it."

In the audience, the sixth middle school students laughed.

But soon they won't be happy.

On the court.

"Ball." Jiang Feng ran back, ditched Deng Xianhai, and demanded the ball at Zhao Xuebing. Zhao Xuebing immediately passed the ball to Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng shot the ball without any delay.

Deng Xianhai chased behind, not caring, just sneered. Jiang Feng is just a freshman in high school. Like him, he doesn't believe how strong Jiang Feng can be, not to mention that this is still a three-pointer.

But the next moment...

Huh!

With a soft sound, the basketball hollowed into the net.

The sneer on Deng Xianhai's face solidified, and he looked at the basket in amazement, the ball was actually shot by Jiang Feng.

The sixth middle school coach Huang Hao stared at Jiang Feng, his eyelids twitched, and he shouted on the court: "Deng Xianhai, watch him closely." He had a bad premonition that this high school freshman in No. 7 middle school was a bit difficult.

Deng Xianhai got serious and followed Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng was 190 cm tall and Deng Xianhai was only 183 cm, which was quite a difference. When Jiang Feng caught the ball, he first made a probing step. Deng Xianhai subconsciously retreated, and then saw Jiang Feng directly. Pulling dry, his wrist shook.

Huh!

Go in again.

The score suddenly became 10:10.

The coach of the Sixth Middle School changed his expression, his anxiety became stronger and stronger. He stared at the stadium without blinking, his expression became worse and worse, because Deng Xianhai could not prevent Jiang Feng at all. Jiang Feng shot too accurately and relied on his height advantage. For a jumper, Deng Xianhai scored before he could react.

Unknowingly, the first quarter was nearing the end, and the score became 17:15. Seventh Middle School overtook the score and led by 2 points.

"Damn it." Huang Hao cursed secretly, called a timeout, and stared at Jiang Feng, "I thought that if Yuan Xiaogang was broken down, even if one of the arms of No. 7 Middle School was abolished, I didn't expect such a guy to pop up. No. 7 Middle School is really shit. Fortunately, a freshman in high school is so strong. Hmph, you guys wait for me..."