Chapter Fifteen: The Ultra-Long Three Pointer

  The fifth battalion is attacking.

  The eight people from the second shift who gave up on the joint defense repositioned themselves to guard against man-to-man, especially Sun Feiying, whose eyes seemed to be spitting fire as she stuck tightly to No. 2 Liu Jian, not giving him any chance to touch the ball. Seeing no good passing opportunity, No. 1 narrowed his eyes and prepared to make a breakthrough against Zhao Senming.

  Zhao Senming's face was calm, and when No. 1's gaze refocused on the basketball in his hand, he guessed that No. 1 was going to break through again. He lowered his body, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his calm eyes fixed on No. 1's shoulder. He believed in his teammate, now that the others in Class Five didn't have a good shooting opportunity, all No. 1 could do was break through.

  Even if we can't stop his breakthrough, we must exhaust his physical strength to the maximum extent and give a better chance for Hande Yun to cover him later. Number 1 started dribbling, quickly shaking his shoulders a few times, and rapidly initiated a right-handed drive in an attempt to force his way past with speed. Zhao Senming had already moved half a step to his left before number 1 even started, and this half-step caused number 1, who hadn't looked at Zhao Senming's position beforehand, to return empty-handed.

  Not once, but a second breakthrough came, still on the right side. Zhao Senming smiled, he had gambled correctly, No. 1 hadn't changed direction after all, she must have thought he would move his body, well, he wouldn't let her have her way.

  Blocked again, No. 1 was getting a bit anxious, not retreating but advancing instead. He dribbled the ball to his right side with his right hand, and then suddenly accelerated by pushing off the ground with his left foot. In the narrow space, No. 1 sprinted past Zhao Senming's body, squeezing into the 3-point line. With his old strength still in effect and new strength emerging, he gritted his teeth and took a big step forward, completely leaving Zhao Senming behind.

  Although he was intercepted, Zhao Senming's face didn't flinch, and he turned to run towards the inside line. He didn't go after the ball holder No. 1, but instead ran towards Hande Yun and No. 3 under the basket.

  Han Dengyun let out a loud roar, swinging his massive hips and opening his arms to charge at No. 1. At this time, No. 1 had already broken into the 3-second zone, hesitated for a moment, and did not choose to go head-to-head with Han Dengyun, but instead decisively passed the ball from the side of Han Dengyun's body to No. 3 Gao Yang, who was in an open position under the basket, while shouting loudly: "Gao Yang, shoot! There's no time!"

  Gao Yang heard No. 1's shout, caught the ball and was about to choose a layup, but Zhao Senming had already rushed to his front like lightning, stretching out both arms, exerting force from his waist, tightly pressing against Gao Yang, not giving him any chance to jump easily.

  The Yan Lingfeng on the sidelines smiled as he watched Gao Yang, who was holding the ball and looked a bit at a loss. He had indeed guessed correctly - this No. 3 had hardly been in contact with basketball for long, relying on his super-strong physical fitness to grab rebounds, but when it came to shooting, it was very short, so short that it was almost invisible.

  No. 3 held the ball with both hands, facing Zhao Senming's defense, and had no choice but to struggle. Zhao Senming's card position was very clever, making it difficult for him to shoot even if he wanted to force a shot. When he wanted to pass the ball, he remembered what No. 1 said, and just as he was hesitating, the whistle sounded.

  The baseline referee responsible for timing stared at his wristwatch and signaled that this attack had already exceeded 24 seconds.

  Gao Yang hugged the ball and looked at the referee with a puzzled face. No. 1 walked up with an ashen face and said, "Return the ball to them, we committed an attacking foul!"

  "I didn't foul, I stood still with both feet and didn't use my elbows. Referee, did you make a mistake?" Gaoyang still tightly hugged the basketball and turned his head to protest to the referee.

  At this time, the referee on the field ran over and blew his whistle again, giving Gao Yang a technical foul.

  Yan Lingfeng couldn't help but laugh, this No. 3 is really a basketball novice, doesn't even know the basic attack time, thinking about his own class's first half was almost because of this person's hand-foot disorder, now thinking back it's quite funny.

  "Come on, how can you be so silly? Hurry up and return the ball to them." Wang Qun walked over and mercilessly snatched the basketball from Gao Yang's hands, handing it to the referee with both hands: "Sorry, teacher, he doesn't quite understand the rules."

  The PE teacher who was acting as referee nodded and indicated that Class 8 should serve now.

  Fu Zijun made a technical foul shot to send the ball into the basket, 41-42. The eighth grade team had been chasing all the way and finally narrowed the score difference to 1 point.

  "It's a counter-attack now! The several of you open your eyes wide!" Zhao Sen shouted loudly while dribbling the ball.

  Number 2 rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, "Brother hasn't even arrived yet, and you can't hold on. What Four Great Kings? If it weren't for my old dad who was the principal during middle school suppressing me, there would be something about you guys?"

  Standing next to him, Sun Feiyang heard Liu Jian's muttering and knew what he was saying without thinking. He let out a disdainful cold hum, took two small runs, and received the pass outside the three-point line on the left side. With both hands holding the ball, his body lowered, facing Liu Jian who was rushing up to defend, he said: "Aren't you very accurate with your three-pointers? Now I'll tell you what it means to have a higher level!"

  Liu Jian didn't say a word, Ma Kai's next move told him that this No. 8's trash talk must be very sharp, and it's best to ignore it. Before the words had even fallen, Sun Feiying suddenly jumped up, Liu Jian was stunned, Sun Feiying's feet were indeed off the ground, what did he want to do? Pass the ball? But didn't he know that jumping up to pass the ball is a taboo on the basketball court?

  Liu Jian's god-like skills, Sun Feiyang had already adjusted his hand shape, and gently flicked the basketball out of his hands. The ball took a beautiful arc towards the hoop.

  Liu Jian turned around, looking at the trajectory of the basketball in shock. It wasn't a pass, could this guy be shooting? This is a three-point line outside one step facing his own defense directly pulling up to shoot! It's impossible to go in! Definitely won't go in! Liu Jian's gaze was tightly fixed on the basketball, praying, he didn't believe Sun Feiying would have such a long-range shot.

  "Brush!"

  The crisp sound of the basketball going through the net made Liu Jianxiang feel a little powerless. If the opposing team's No. 8, who looked very arrogant, really had such great strength, today's game might be a disaster for his class.

  The whole game has been going on so far, and the first year of Class 8 is leading the opponent for the first time. Sun Feiying raised his right hand to shoot, and this ball was released with a strong feeling that it would go in, but until the moment when the basketball went through the net, his tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

  He was gambling, and if this ball went in, the morale of Class 8 would soar to unprecedented heights. However, if it didn't go in, the momentum of Class 8's comeback might also come to an abrupt halt. Fortunately, he won, and although there may still be twists and turns in this match, in his heart, there was no longer any suspense.

  Yan Lingfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head. This Sun Feiyang was indeed bold, choosing such a shooting method in this situation was undoubtedly suicidal gambling, but at the same time, this ball would bring a devastating blow to the confidence of the Class 5 students.

  As expected, the five people wearing blue jerseys all looked gloomy, and the game that had been leading by a large margin was reversed in this way. Do they still have confidence to turn the score around?

  This was just a purely amateur high school basketball game, and the students' determination was far from that of professional players. The five classes who had played with a burst of courage in the first half completely lost their confidence after being overtaken, and were defeated by a landslide in the subsequent match, with Class 8 winning 18-2. The final score was fixed at 64-46, making Class 1 Class 8 the only newcomer class to enter the top eight.

  When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, Han Dengyun patted the 3rd place Gao Yang, who was one head shorter than him, and said: "After playing for so many years, you are the only one who has grabbed so many rebounds above my head. Practice your basic skills more in the future and try to beat us next year!"

  Gaoyang saw his teammate walking off the court with a dejected back view, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "I will!"

  Yan Lingfeng let out a long sigh, his injured left hand would probably be fully recovered after another three to five days of rest. As long as tomorrow's match could secure the top spot for Class 3 of High School Year 2, he would also be able to catch up with the last two matches.

  Sun Feiyang walked over and patted him on the shoulder, laughing: "How was it? We didn't lose face, did we?"

  Yan Lingfeng pushed away Sun Feiyan's wet body, took two steps back and scolded: "If it weren't for heaven's blessing, that three-pointer would have gone in. If it hadn't gone in, this game wouldn't be easy to say."

  Sun Feiyu felt very proud of the super far three-pointer he made, and said with a smile: "How can you be called a superstar otherwise? Do you think the number one in the four major kings is playing knife with you?"

  "Alright, hurry back and take a bath to rest, there's still another fierce battle tomorrow!" Yan Lingfeng said indifferently.

  "Sun Feiyang, considering your excellent performance today, this is a reward from me," Tian Hui said, handing Sun Feiyang a bottle of Gatorade and a towel.

  Sun Feiying hastily took over, twisted open the bottle cap and drank a big mouthful, finishing half the bottle. When she put down the bottle to express her gratitude, Tian Hui's figure had already floated far away.

  "Hey, stop spacing out. Everyone's gone." Yan Lingfeng said, patting his shoulder.

  Sun Fei is bold and domineering, Tian Hui is also domineering and bold. The two of them together must be very interesting. Yan Lingfeng thought of this and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

  "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? There was a girl standing by the court, watching me play basketball, holding towels and water prepared for me. I've been dreaming of this scene for many years, and unexpectedly it became a reality today! Ah! I'm too excited! Hey, Tian Hui, wait for me!" Sun Feiying shouted as she chased after him.

  Yan Lingfeng slowly followed behind, this scene was once a reality for himself, but now it has become an unattainable memory.

  Shuiyun Middle School dormitory building. Room 418.

  As soon as he walked into the dormitory, Wang Qun slammed his sweat-soaked No. 36 jersey to the ground and said to Song Wei who was following behind him: "This game is really frustrating! I just don't understand why our class teacher didn't let Liu Jian start first? If it wasn't for that useless Ma Kai, we would have won the game in the first half!"

  Song Wei pulled out a basin from under the bed and sneered, "Isn't it because Ma Kai studies well? Alright, alright, you lost, what's the use of saying these things now?"

  Wang Qun glared at Song Wei and shouted: "Of course you don't have anything, today you're showing off, breaking through and assisting, getting into the school team is definitely not a problem! Stop talking nonsense in front of me!"

  Temperamental Song Wei directly slammed the washbasin to the ground, pointing at Wang Qun and shouting: "Damn it! I passed you the ball less today, what's wrong with that? You can't even make a shot yourself, who can you blame? Shit, you're not even qualified but you complain about others, no wonder people from Class 8 beat you up!"

  "What did you say? Have the guts to say it again!" These words struck a sore spot in Wang Qun, and he suddenly jumped up from bed and roared.

  "Don't be so arrogant, or else you'll get a beating and the class teacher will try to comfort you. You think those few pounds of yours can make it into the starting lineup? What a joke." Song Wei said disdainfully.

  "What are you guys quarreling about? Didn't we just lose the game? What's the big deal? Don't ruin our brotherly harmony." Liu Jian, hearing their argument, walked over from the neighboring dorm to mediate.

  Song Wei sneered, "Who's his brother? Look at how united the people in Class 8 are, and then look at us. We're already a mess with just one quarter left. Liu Jian, you were being closely guarded by No. 8, that's understandable. But think about this coward, he was clearly trying to make him look bad, letting him shoot, but still kept asking me for the ball to shoot irons. A high school student has reached this level, it's truly rare!"

  Wang Qun's face turned dark purple, biting his teeth and saying nothing, his whole body was entangled in a fierce struggle.

  Song Wei snorted and picked up the washbasin to continue washing himself, Liu Jian hesitated for a moment, looked at Wang Qun, shook his head and walked out of dormitory 418.

  Zhao Senming easily returned to dormitory 501, immediately flopped down on his own bed, muttering: "That No. 1's speed is too fast, today I'm exhausted to death."

  Han Dengyun rubbed his waist and complained, "You're telling me! That No. 3's body is simply made of iron, there's not a single soft spot on him from head to toe. I feel like every bone in my body is broken now." After speaking, Han Dengyun saw Fu Zijun looking pleased with himself, and immediately became angry, "Zijun, you're really not man enough! Count it out with your fingers, how many times did Wang Qun score today?"

  Fu Zijun helplessly shrugged his shoulders, feeling a sense of powerlessness towards this silly big guy.

  "Think about how many he's gone through?" Yan Lingfeng was kind-hearted, and he thought it was necessary to bring Han Dengyun's IQ from 3 years old to 4 years old.

  "Not many, I think. Three or four in the first half... and in the second half, either nothing or a miss."

  Yan Lingfeng smiled and said, "Isn't that the end of it? Zi Jun is just pretending to be weak, don't you feel like Wang Qun is like a clown on the court with his repeated misses?"

  Han Dengyun thought for a moment, burst out laughing and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

  "Why is this game so exhausting today? I couldn't even imagine it before." Zhao Senming said with a sigh.

  "This question was easily answered by Yan Lingfeng, who had just revived: 'You four were all core players of your respective teams in the past. To say nothing of Deng Yun, Zi Jun is also very unaccustomed to blocking for you. When attacking, we generally lack a sense of cooperation, except for Qingyun, everyone basically waits for the ball on the spot. We also lack a blue-collar player like their No. 3, and it's not surprising that the game has become like this.'"

  Fu Zijun shrugged and said: "Then wait for you to recover from your injuries. I think this heavy responsibility is suitable for you."

  "Get out of here!" Yan Lingfeng cursed with a smile.

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