Chapter 13 - The Last Minute

Qin Hao came to the front court and made a gesture, Wang Lei and Jiang Feng understood, they moved at the same time, but Wang Lei was not going to pick and roll for Qin Hao, but for Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng didn't get the ball at this time and only Yuan Xiaogang was in front of him. But once he got the ball, there would be two people in front of him. At that time, it was difficult to get rid of it.

So during the halftime, Qin Hao simply arranged a few small tactics.

At this time, Wang Lei stepped forward, Jiang Feng moved to the left, and suddenly ran back, turned and ran to the right. Yuan Xiaogang, who was defending him, also turned immediately, but hit a human wall. Blocked, showing a simple and honest smile at him.

"It's a screen." Yuan Xiaogang reacted and looked at Jiang Feng.

At this time Jiang Feng had gotten rid of him, and was rushing inside. Fu Qiang was about to stop Jiang Feng, but he couldn't keep up, so he was thrown away by Jiang Feng in one step.

At the same time, Qin Hao brought Zhao Xuebing to the right side of the court, deliberately emptied the left side to create space for Jiang Feng to cut back and cut. Seeing Jiang Feng throwing away Yuan Xiaogang, Qin Hao immediately hit the ground and passed the ball. With the pass, Jiang Feng took the ball and took the lead and scored a layup.

32:31.

"Hey, the White team unexpectedly has such cooperation." Jiang Xue was taken aback.

"Haha." Jiang Fangping was not surprised, and said with a smile: "Now you understand what I said before? The White team is no longer a mess, and they also have tactical cooperation."

Jiang Xue's heart trembled, looking at Qin Hao, she still couldn't believe that this shameless No. 1 really had such an ability?

Guo Kai couldn't help frowning. The performance of the White team surprised him time and time again. Today's game is a bit beyond his control. When did it start?

It seems that it was from the time that No. 1 played.

After a few minutes of play in the second half, the red team still has the upper hand. Although Yuan Xiaogang and Fu Qiang may not be as good as Jiang Feng and Wang Lei in terms of individual strength, the red team still has an advantage in overall strength. The white team here, Xu Kailai and Zheng Haifeng are a bit weaker.

So in a few minutes, the score became 40:36, and the red team led by 4 points.

This point difference is not big, but the situation has begun to gradually fall in favor of the red team. If you continue to fight, the red team's state will get better and better, and the white team's morale will get lower and lower.

"We have to catch up with the score." Qin Hao narrowed his eyes, "With our tacit understanding of the lineup, we can't fight the headwind at all. We have been holding on to the score. Everyone can hold on with this energy, but once the score is poor If we are behind too much, our morale will be spent, and the difference will only get bigger and bigger by then."

The ability to fight the red team now depends on the personal abilities of Jiang Feng and Wang Lei, and on Qin Hao's organizational mobilization, threading needles, and supporting them with a pass.

When this breath is completely out, the White team is over.

Coming to the front court, Qin Hao gestured again. Wang Lei and Jiang Feng understood, so they tried their skills again, but this time Qin Hao didn't pass the ball to Jiang Feng, because the opponent was prepared and someone had helped defend, Jiang Feng's chance was not good. Qin Hao had predicted that he didn't really want to play this tactic. He just used this tactic to confuse the opponent and give himself a chance to take action.

laugh!

Qin Hao made a sudden change of direction, and Zhao Xuebing moved quickly, but at this moment, Qin Hao suddenly dribbled the ball from behind and changed direction.

"Not good." Zhao Xuebing even moved, but couldn't stop him, "This guy is too fast."

Qin Hao's speed was too fast, and Zhao Xuebing couldn't stop him from changing directions continuously. He passed Zhao Xuebing and took advantage of the situation to get inside. Zhao Hai lunged over and jumped up to meet Qin Hao. Qin Hao's eyes were firm and he lifted the ball. Startling, not shooting, but throwing the ball with one hand.

Zhao Hai threw himself away.

Huh!

With a soft sound, the ball is scored.

"What a floater!"

"This ball is really beautiful, it's amazing, it's a floater, it's a skillful shot."

People exclaimed and applauded.

Zhao Xuebing shook his head. He also had to admit that, apart from Qin Hao's shorter height, his basketball IQ and organizational skills were really good, and his speed was very fast.

The score was 40:38, and the red team led by 2 points.

Qin Hao turned around to retreat and shouted loudly: "We need to defend, we are only two points away."

With only 2 points left, the players of the White team were shocked. They nodded together, their eyes bursting with light. With a two-point difference, if guard against this attack and score one more and they will be able to tie.

However, the strength of the red team is indeed very strong. They once again took advantage of Xu Kailai and Zheng Haifeng's poor defense to pull them apart and form iso. Zheng Haifeng had no choice but to foul and send the opponent to the free throw line. This is true for all rounds, and the red team uses this frequently.

Whenever the point difference is opened a little, Qin Hao will find a way to score by himself or mobilize his teammates to create opportunities for others and let others score.

Moreover, he is still constantly encouraging his teammates, otherwise Xu Kailai and Zheng Haifeng are frequently scored by the opponent in one on one, their confidence would have long since collapsed.

"Huh, huh..."

Qin Hao gasped, feeling like his lungs were on fire.

Others are not much better. The white team dare not change. Only this lineup can barely compete with the red team. Once they change, the difference will be immediately opened.

Therefore, for the second half, players played for more than ten minutes and there was no substitution. Each of them consumed a lot of physical energy. Among them, Jiang Feng and Wang Lei were better, and Qin Hao, Xu Kailai, and Zheng Haifeng were much worse.

"I have to improve my physical fitness now, and I will have to increase my training intensity in the future." Qin Hao pondered, looking at the scoreboard. The score was 55:52. They were behind by 3 points. He raised his hand, "Request a timeout."

"Beep..." The referee motioned for a timeout.

A few people came off the court, just gasping for breath, they were too tired.

The students on the sidelines, as well as the other four players of the White team, are in awe of Qin Hao and them at this moment. With this lineup, there are more than one minute left in the second half of the game. They are only behind by 3 points and out of everyone's expectations, it was a bit unbelievable.

Qin Hao took a deep breath and said, "There is more than one minute left. We are only 3 points behind. We have a chance. Everyone, whether you can win or not depends on the last minute or so, so you can cheer up."

"Ok."

"We can do it."

Several people nodded together.

Qin Hao looked at Jiang Feng again: "Jiang Feng, in the last minute or so, I will try my best to create opportunities for you. The ball will be in your hands and you will score."

On the White team's side, only Jiang Feng has the most confidence in attacking. Wang Lei's physical energy consumption is too great. Qin Hao's shot is now unstable. He only relies on dribble penetration. The offense is too singular. As for Xu Kailai and Zheng Haifeng, they were fine before, but now they have great physical consumption. No, I can't count on it anymore.

"Okay, leave it to me." Jiang Feng looked serious.

At the same time.

On the red team's side, Guo Kai is also arranging. He didn't expect the game to reach this point. Except that he didn't play, they can be said to be serious, but they still only lead by 3 points.

"Play like this later, remember, and keep an eye on Jiang Feng." Guo Kai made some arrangements and looked at the timer. There was only one minute left in the game, and the most critical one.