Chapter 24: The Bizarre Penalty Shot

  In the remaining time of the first half, Class 18 of High School No. 1 tried their best, but unfortunately, the opponent's strength was too strong, and with the obvious weakness of Pang Gongliang, the score difference not only failed to narrow down, but instead widened further by the end of the first half.

  30：43！

  Han Dengyun almost crawled back to the district, his two legs seemed to be disobedient, and he sat down on a stool with a big mouthful of rough breathing. Fu Zijun was a little better, but also exhausted enough, pale face, pea-sized sweat beads kept dripping down, picked up a bottle of water to drink halfway suddenly "wow" spit it out again.

  Sun Feiying took a towel from Tian Hui's hand and covered her head, sitting down beside Zhao Senming and asking: "Senming, how are you feeling now?"

  Zhaosen Ming's voice was a bit weak and said: "A little better, but still a bit dizzy. Rest for a while, barely able to go up and cope with it for a while. When the second half is about to start, let Xiaoguo go back to the dormitory to wake up Lingfeng, and we'll take turns going up."

  "Well, it can't be helped."

  Sun Feiying nodded and looked at the rest area of Class 31, High School Third Grade, not far away. She spat out a mouthful of saliva viciously and said, "I don't believe we can't beat them!"

  The halftime break lasted a full twenty minutes, which should be considered long enough, but the players of Class 8, Grade 1 seemed to have only blinked their eyes and hadn't even had time to take a few more deep breaths before the referee blew his whistle to announce the start of the second half.

  He was replaced by Zhao Senming with a grey head and a dirty face after being almost completely blown up by Pang Guangliang on the field, while another person was replaced in Class 31 of High School Three. In the first half, Zhang Peng, who made one three-pointer out of five, was also replaced, and his substitute was a very short but sturdy No. 4 Sun Zhengrui.

  The first to serve was still Class 31 of High School Three, Liu Yunfei switched to the scoring guard position, and Sun Zhenglei, who came on as the organizing guard, slowly brought the ball over half court.

  Zhao Senming was about to go up and guard closely, but saw Sun Zhengye had already passed the ball out of his hands. Wu Fengtao took a step outside the three-point line, received the pass, crouched down to protect the ball, feigned a move, then suddenly made a dribbling turn to get past Xiang Qingyun, and strode into the three-point line to jump up and shoot.

  In the blink of an eye, Fu Zijun came over and flung himself to the side, he knew that it was impossible to completely cover Wu Fengtou's shot, he just wanted to interfere with his shot as much as possible.

  Wu Fengtao, who was in the air, didn't panic and smiled slightly. He pushed the ball out of his hand. The arc of the ball was very flat, brushing against Fu Zijun's hair and flying past him. It accurately fell into Li Kun's hands, who was unguarded. After catching the ball, Li Kun immediately turned sideways and hooked his hand. The ball bounced off the backboard and obediently rebounded into the basket.

  Han Dengyun wanted to go back and defend, but it was already too late. Li Kun's shot this time was very decisive and fast, he could only watch as the ball went into the hoop.

  Fu Zijun stared blankly at Wu Fengtao's back and muttered to himself, "Is he really unbeatable?"

  "Bullshit!" Sun Feiying sauntered over, saying disdainfully: "No matter how strong he is, he's still just one person. We're the ones who are unbeatable! Zi Jun, you're not afraid, are you?"

  "What a joke!" Fu Zijun was just momentarily sentimental, of course he wouldn't be afraid. He shook off the sweat on his hair and said: "Think about it, I'm Fu Zijun, elegant and refined, with an air of nobility, how could I be afraid?"

  "Don't be afraid, just serve!"

  Sun Feiying smiled and patted Fu Zijun's shoulder, then turned around and ran towards the front court.

  Fu Zijun turned his head and glanced at Wu Fengtuo, whispering: "Fake transmission of the truth? I can do it too!"

  Zhao Senming slowly dribbled the ball across half court, observed the situation on the field for a moment, and then made a steady chest pass to Sun Feiyang before drifting to the wing to wait for an opportunity.

  Sun Feiyang crouched down with the ball in his hands at the top of the arc, staring at Liu Yunfei who was defending him and smiled: "You guys are really strong."

  "Of course, is there even a need to mention it?"

  Liu Yunfei replied with a pleased expression, his pride overflowing from his words.

  "But what I want to tell you is, we are stronger!"

  Almost at the same time as the last word fell, Sun Feiyang suddenly made a fierce forward dive, separating people and balls, with his right hand hitting the ball from Liu Yunfei's left side of the body, and his body incredibly twisted into a twisted shape. from Liu Yunfei's right side of the body drilled past.

  After catching the ball, Sun Feiyang made a big turn without thinking, and threw Li Kun, who was defending in front of him, behind his back. He jumped up to meet Liu Ba, who was rushing up.

  Liu Ba's mouth was curled up in a arrogant smile, and he thought to himself that even Wu Fengtao didn't dare to confront him head-on when going for the basket. This little brat simply had no idea how to live.

  Sun Feiyang held the ball in his right hand and pressed it to his chest, with his left arm stretched out in front of him. His whole body was like an arrow flying off the string, rising rapidly upwards, with a fearless determination shining in his eyes.

  "Bang!" A loud noise, and two people collided violently in mid-air. Sun Feiyang grunted, his body uncontrollably flying backward, he had made sufficient mental preparation, but Liu Ba's powerful impact still left him reeling.

  The referee hesitated for a moment, then blew the whistle in his mouth. This ball was actually a bit forced to blow Liu Bao's defensive foul, but looking at Sun Feiyang who fell backwards like a broken kite, the referee couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in his heart.

  Sun Feiyang, who was rapidly falling, took a deep breath, and with two sturdy legs, he forcefully stopped his fall, holding the basketball that had been tightly hugged in his arms. He held it up with both hands, and with his right index finger, he gently flicked it, sending the ball flying towards the hoop in a beautiful arc.

  "Bang!" "Splash!"

  Two completely different voices almost sounded at the same time, just as Sun Feiyang fell to the ground, the basketball also accurately passed through the hoop.

  Xiang Qingyun hastily ran over and pulled up Sun Feiyang, asking in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

  "It's nothing." Sun Feiyang clenched his teeth, bearing the severe pain in his back, and forced a faint smile: "I've practiced the Golden Iron Armor Technique, this little collision is nothing."

  Liu Ba stood at the free throw line, his face ashen. When the referee called a foul on him, he didn't even bother to argue, just staring silently at Sun Feiyang. The collision had left him shaken. He had always been confident in his physical strength and never feared confrontation, but now he felt a creeping sense of fear. In their previous collision, Sun Feiyang's explosive force had made a deep impression on Liu Ba. Although he hadn't fallen to the ground after landing, he had stumbled backward several steps before managing to steady himself. His chest still hurt vaguely.

  Sun Feiyang rubbed his chest and stepped onto the free throw line, with a carefree smile on his face, looking as if nothing was wrong. In fact, only he himself knew that his chest and back were burning with sharp pain, and his entire body felt like it had fallen apart. However, in order not to worry his teammates, he forcibly suppressed this pain.

  Holding the basketball, Sun Feiyang glanced at the basket, squatted down and simultaneously exerted force with both hands, pushing the ball straight out. Without any arc or spin, the ball shot towards the backboard at an extremely fast speed before directly rebounding into the hoop.

  Sun Feiyang's face had a hint of celebration, slowly turning around and running towards his own half-court. He was clear in his mind that the previous collision had seriously affected his hand feeling. If he were to shoot free throws as usual, it would be unlikely to go in, so he took a risk and tried something different, using a rare slapshot method in shooting free throws.

  33：45！

  Class 8 of High School No.1 is like a group of cockroaches that can't be killed, although the situation is very passive, they are all still persisting, desperately biting onto the score, and the spirit of not giving up or abandoning is not only applicable to the military, but also equally important on the basketball court.

  It was as if Sun Feiyang's fearless courage had shocked them, and the next attack by Class 31 of High School Three, Liu Yunfei's empty shot, also gave Class 8 of High School One a chance to catch their breath. Because if they seized the opportunity and scored another goal, the score difference would be reduced again to within ten points. In basketball games, ten points is a threshold; the team that trails by less than ten points usually doesn't give up easily. But once the difference exceeds ten points, it's a different story altogether.

  Zhao Senming strengthened his spirit, made a quick fake move to get past Sun Zhengyue, then drove the ball forward and made a mid-range shot before Li Kun could catch up.

  The basketball bounced right in front of the basket and then flew straight up into the air, four arms rising simultaneously, two black and two white intertwined together. In the end, Han Dengyun seized the opportunity first, snatching the ball from Liu Ba's hands before he could react, and after landing steadily, he raised his hand to shoot.

  Liu Ba was shocked and jumped up to block the shot, but Han Dengyun just pretended to shoot and smiled slightly after dodging Liu Ba. He moved his body to collide with Liu Ba's falling body while throwing the basketball into the hoop with his right hand.

  Only Liu Ba's image was like a mountain that pressed down straight, while Han Dengyun turned around and blocked it with his thick back...

  The referee's whistle sounded again, and the basketball had already flown out of Harden's hands. After playfully spinning around the rim twice, it finally fell in.

  Another 2+1!

  Han Dengyun's thick skin and meat, plus his prepared defense, made him jump up excitedly as soon as he landed, raising his right arm and cheering loudly.

  Liu Ba sat on the ground, his eyes staring straight ahead, nobody knew what he was looking at, but everyone could see the raging flames burning in his eyes.

  Wu Fengtao quietly walked up to him and stretched out both hands in front of Liu Ba, saying: "We're still ahead, aren't we?"

  "Right, sorry......" Liu Ba looked at Wu Fengtuo with a guilty conscience and lowered his head. It can be said that the responsibility for this ball lies entirely with him. If he had stuck to his position, he wouldn't have let Han Dengyun grab the frontcourt rebound. And if he hadn't jumped up recklessly, Han Dengyun wouldn't have made a 2+1.

  Just as Wu Fengtao was comforting Liu Ba, Sun Feiyang suddenly pulled Han Dengyun, who was celebrating, to one side and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure about the penalty kick?"

  "Of course..." Han Dengyun replied with a self-satisfied pat on his chest.

  "Of course it's a penalty! You think others don't understand, do you? You're doing this..." Sun Feiyang whispered a few words into Han Dengyun's ear.

  Han Dengyun stepped up to the free throw line with a smile, clapped his hands several times before throwing the ball over his head with both hands in an awkward posture.

  "Rebound!" Wu Fengtao shouted loudly from outside the three-second zone. Judging from Han Dengyun's shooting posture and the trajectory of the ball, this shot was 100% impossible to make. But just as he was about to start rushing to grab the rebound, a small mountain-like body suddenly blocked his way, which was Han Dengyun who had just released the ball and rushed towards him.

  Liu Ba and Li Kun, who were standing on both sides of the three-second line, habitually chose to block each other's positions. However, what they found strange was that Fu Zijun and Xiang Qingyun not only didn't fight for position with them but instead squeezed in from the outside, and rather than rushing to the basket, they ended up blocking Liu Ba and Li Kun's way.

  The basketball hit the backboard with a loud "thud" and bounced back quickly. Li Kun was blocked by Xiang Qingyun under the basket and couldn't get out, while Liu Ba was also blocked by Fu Zijun from behind. Wu Fengtao was tightly blocked by Han Dengyun from behind as well. The three of them finally understood their opponents' plan, but it was already too late.

  Three people outside the three-point line, one yellow and two black, rushed to the basketball at the same time. However, Zhao Senming was already well-prepared, snatching the ball before Liu Yunfei and Sun Zhengrui, then quickly passing it to Sun Feiyang who was unguarded outside the three-point line.

  Sun Feiyang comfortably caught the incoming ball, her eyes fixed intently on the hoop, lightly jumped up, and with a flick of her wrist, the orange basketball flew out in a beautiful and elegant arc.