Chapter 17: Sharing the Ball Tactics

  Sun Feiyang, who had successfully intercepted the ball, didn't stop at all and directly slapped it forward, increasing his already extremely fast speed even more. He left everyone in the audience staring in shock as he galloped away.

  Zhang Meng had already sensed something was off the moment Sun Feiying started, but seeing Sun Feiying's speed he could only helplessly sigh. The speed of this number 8 was in no way inferior to his own, and on top of that, she had started first. No matter what, he couldn't catch up, so he could only glare fiercely at the stunned number 5 for a moment before running towards his own half of the court. It wasn't to try and steal the ball from Sun Feiying, but just to go through the motions. Who knows, maybe this number 8 wouldn't even make the shot?

  Sun Feiyang's performance was very disappointing, and when he drove the ball to the front court alone, Sun Feiyang's steady dunk shot sent the ball into the basket. The lesson from yesterday's game against their No. 22 player was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to pretend to be a B-player only to end up being ridiculed.

  Sun Feiying quickly broke through and scored a layup, pulling the score to 5 points, 7-2. The game had just started, but Class 8 of High School No. 1 had already established its lead.

  Next, the third class of high school launched an attack. No. 5 did not give Sun Feiying another chance to intercept, carefully protecting the ball until Zhang Meng came over and handed it over. Zhang Meng emerged from the arc top with a **dribble, leaving Sun Feiying speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but mutter: "Aren't you tired?"

  Zhang Meng coldly laughed and said: "You don't understand anything! Haven't you watched the NBA? When did Iverson's offense not involve dribbling?"

  Sun Feiyang sneered, "Iverson's dribbling is for breaking through people, but yours, I really can't see what use it has." "Is that so?" Zhang Meng suddenly sprang into action, the basketball quickly transferring to his right hand as he shot out to the right side. Sun Feiyang rubbed his nose and let Zhang Meng break through past him, laughing, "So this is your purpose?"

  Yan Lingfeng couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Sun Feiyang's words. Zhang Meng's breakthrough speed was indeed fast, but his intentions were too obvious. He completely believed that Sun Feiyang had also judged his breakthrough direction and could position himself before he even started. However, the current situation on the field was clear: although the referee wasn't biased, if the two collided, it was certain that they would favor the opponent. Sun Feiyang already had one foul, so there was no need to gamble on the referee's thoughts. Even if he got past Sun Feiyang, there was still Han Dengyun, a formidable defender from Class 8 of High School No. 1, waiting in ambush.

  Zhang Meng easily broke through to the free throw line, facing Han Dengyun who was guarding the inside line with a slightly furrowed brow. He decisively chose to make a quick stop and jump shot. Having learned from Sun Feiying's lesson earlier, Han Dengyun didn't bother to come out and block him either. "Go ahead and shoot if you want," he thought, "even if it goes in, it doesn't matter. After all, you're the only one on offense, so even if you make every shot, we can just catch up right away. You'll be exhausted to death!" This was Han Dengyun's train of thought. Yan Lingfeng, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel curious about this foolish giant, and when he saw him make almost the most correct choice, his curiosity grew. He didn't expect that Han Dengyun, this foolish giant, actually had quite good court awareness!

  Zhang Meng, who was undefended, easily threw the basketball in his hand and accurately dropped it into the net. After Zhang Meng landed, he excitedly shouted loudly, and the crowd of Class 8 looked at him with a look that seemed to be looking at an idiot. Han Dengyun couldn't help but laugh and said: "You scored such a trash ball, I don't know what you're so happy about?"

  Zhang Meng wasn't a fool either, and quickly thought of the reason why he could easily get away with it. His face suddenly turned dark, and he secretly glanced at the expressionless referee, clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and retreated back to his own half of the court.

  Zhao Senming dribbled the ball and attacked, easily turning around to get past defender No. 5. He squeezed into the interior line, making a shooting motion that made No. 13 jump up, then turned his head and kindly reminded him, "Senior, it seems like you've lost your man?" No. 13, who was still in mid-air, couldn't help but roll his eyes in frustration, thinking to himself that after this game, their team would definitely be driven crazy.

  The basketball found Xiang Qingyun, who was unguarded. The 5th and 13th players of Zhao Senming's team completely ignored the seemingly ordinary player No. 15, Xiang Qingyun made a standard mid-range jump shot to score.

  The defense of Class 8 has become a mere formality, Zhang Meng is attacking the basket alone in the half court of Class 8, using all his strength to break through every time, and concentrating all his attention on shooting every time. He dare not slack off, when he relaxes, Sun Feiying's palm always appears at an incredible angle on the ball, and then steals the ball with ease. He dare not be careless, Class 8's offense is too sharp, every attack can easily and effortlessly pass the ball to the undefended player, and then that person is either shooting or dunking, always able to score easily, as long as his shot doesn't miss, the score will be quickly pulled apart.

  It was only the first half, but Zhang Meng already felt that his physical strength had been completely exhausted. When the referee blew the whistle to end the first half, Zhang Meng, feeling relieved, directly fell onto the field, panting heavily with no strength left in his body...

  Looking at the eight classes of people, they are indeed light and cloud-like. The five people chatted and laughed as they walked off the court in the first half, not having consumed much physical strength. When defending, they just stretched out their hands to make a show, and when attacking, they slowly walked around and waited for the ball in an empty position.

  The score is 44 to 32!

  Although Zhang Meng tried his best, unfortunately, his teammates' performance couldn't provide him with any support at all. It was as if they were intimidated and didn't dare to make a strong move, even though they knew that the students from Class 8 of High School No. 1 wouldn't choose to play rough. They still instinctively moved forward to double-team the ball handler, resulting in many empty spaces being created.

  Why do the Dream Team's sixth and seventh players, when facing European teams like Greece and Lithuania, have a feeling of being unable to open their mouths, as if they are tigers eating turtles? Although their physical condition is excellent, although their shooting is accurate, although their breakthroughs are sharp, but all of this is unexpectedly not enough to overcome one sentence that seems easy to understand: "Sharing basketball!"

  Yes, sharing the ball is what Yan Lingfeng, who has come back to life, proposed for the current situation of Class 8. Except for Yan Lingfeng, even Xiang Qingyun, everyone else used to be the team's first attacking point when playing basketball, habitually wanting to possess the ball and control it. Such a combination of members seems dazzling enough in this small circle of Shui Yunyi, but what should they do when they encounter real opponents?

  But the pre-match lottery for the previous games was born out of this situation, but after all, it's not a long-term solution. When facing weak opponents, it's okay to say that when facing strong enemies, what should be done? That night, Yan Lingfeng didn't sleep well, he had already determined his basketball path, since he liked it, now he has a strong physical quality, why not? However, wanting to walk out of a sunny road on the basketball road, the first step is to prove one's strength on CHBA. Yan Lingfeng deeply understands that basketball is always a matter of five people. To have an impact on CHBA, you must have a group of strong teammates. Fortunately, with Fei Senzi and the so-called Four Heavenly Kings in the same class, Yan Lingfeng had the confidence to dominate the campus.

  The next question is how to make the strength of Class 8 even stronger, more intimidating, and more impressive to the school coaches. Yan Lingfeng deeply understands that if they continue to play as they did in the previous matches, there will always be someone who will be overlooked by the coaches in the final match, and he doesn't want any of his four brothers to feel disappointed.

  When the Chinese men's basketball team faced the "Dream Team" at the Olympics and World Championships, although the score difference was large, the scene wasn't very ugly. However, when facing strong European teams such as Lithuania and Russia, they often looked stifled, with their opponents standing still on the court, passing the ball back and forth, and after a series of dazzling passes, always managing to find an open teammate.

  Isn't this tactic of using ball movement to create space suitable for the current Class 8 lineup?

  As soon as he thought of this, Yan Lingfeng, who was slightly excited, immediately woke up his sleeping roommates and shared his idea with them. Although the crowd was a bit dissatisfied with being woken up, after hearing Yan Lingfeng's idea, they immediately threw away their dissatisfaction and enthusiastically discussed the feasibility of this tactic. In the face of these people's midnight shouting, Guo Fangzhen didn't care, lying in bed reading with a flashlight, ignoring everything outside. But Liu Zhuofan was about to go crazy, his sleep needs were already very high, and not only was he woken up from his dream, but also the discussion voices of these people got louder and louder...

  Judging from the situation in the first half, this tactic of sharing the ball was successful. Although a few people still seemed a bit awkward in their coordination, Yan Lingfeng completely believed that as the game deepened and time passed, the passing between the eight players would become more and more tacit, more and more unstoppable.

  In the second half of the game, Zhang Meng was already having a hard time standing up straight and breaking through, his physical strength had been completely exhausted, every step he took seemed to require all his might, the game had completely fallen into the hands of Class 8. The pig demon probably didn't want to go for the kill either, letting their opponents save face. When Class 8 was already in a stable position to win, they replaced five people and sent out the orthodox rookie team led by Song De Ming to deal with it.

  The referee blew the whistle, and the game ended with Class 8 of Grade One winning 60-51 and advancing to the semi-finals.

  Yan Lingfeng stood up from the bench with a smile, his heart finally at ease, he could finally make an appearance before all the matches in Class 8 were over, just in time.

  The four quarter-finals were held simultaneously, and due to the relatively small number of fouls, the match between Class 8 was the first to end. Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiyang, who had not consumed much physical strength, walked to another venue to observe the situation of their next opponents.

  The two teams competing on this field are Class 5 of Grade 3 and Class 29 of High School. Yan Lingfeng took a look at the scoreboard, 48 to 48, and the two teams were actually tied, but he didn't know how much longer the game would last.

  The timekeeper referee seemed to have guessed Yan Lingfeng's mind and reminded him during a dead ball: "There are 54 seconds left in the game, hurry up."

  The third-year student wearing the blue king's jersey, Class 5, was in control of the ball. The No. 10 player who controlled the ball had a calm expression, as if he hadn't been affected by time at all, and was calmly consuming game time. The players from Class 29 seemed to be influenced by him, and their tense emotions slowly subsided.

  Yan Lingfeng clearly saw the 10th player's mouth corner reveal a very subtle smile, what does this mean for the defensive player? It means slackness! Sure enough, a deep blue shadow suddenly emerged from the crowd of Class 29 and stood outside the three-point line to receive the pass from No. 10, jumping out of his hand with ease, while the defensive player from Class 29 had not even reacted yet.

  The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell neatly into the basket.

  "Swish!" The crisp sound was so dynamic and ear-piercing on the noisy court, but to the students of Class 5 of Grade 3, this sound of breaking through the net was so wonderful that even the heavenly music of the immortals couldn't excite them more at this moment! To the students of Class 29 of Grade 2, however, this sound was like a funeral bell from hell. A simple three-pointer had become an insurmountable stumbling block on their path to advancement.

  The players of Class 29, who were still able to tremble with Class 5 of Grade 3 just now, were completely crushed by this one ball. In their subsequent attack, they even directly passed the ball out of bounds. If they still had the will to fight, if they still had an undefeated heart, perhaps they would have had a chance to turn the game around. But all of this was just "if". The referee blew his whistle, and the game was over. All the "ifs" forever became "ifs"...

  The next opponent of Class 8, Grade 1 was also revealed with the sound of the whistle. It's Class 5, Grade 3, who will be facing the Sacramento Kings. The core player is No. 10 Qiuyun Fei, and the main attacking points are No. 4 Wang Jie and No. 16 Sun Gang. The team has a relatively balanced offense and defense, making it a very difficult opponent to deal with.

  Yan Lingfeng thought about the information of Class 5, Grade 3 in his heart and walked slowly back to the dormitory. There was still almost a week before the competition started, so he wasn't in a hurry at this moment. Through today's game, it can be seen that there is nothing scary about this team. As long as they can get rid of their opponent's No. 10 point guard, Yan Lingfeng believes that they can easily win and pull out the "tiger's" teeth.

  Things are unpredictable and changing, Yan Lingfeng never thought that he would never have the chance to restrict Autumn Cloud's flight again, and Class 8 of High School Year 1 almost got swallowed up by this paper tiger.

  Stroking his almost fully recovered left hand, Yan Lingfeng walked back to the dormitory with everyone else. As it happened, they ran into Wang Qun on the way, who was holding a basketball and getting ready to head to the court.

  Han Dengyun immediately grinned like a mosquito seeing blood and patted Wang Qun's shoulder, laughing: "I didn't misjudge you, you're really a man of your word. You said you wouldn't go after Xiangziyan and you didn't. Alright, for this performance worth a thousand gold, from now on, walk with your head held high in No. 1 Middle School."

  Wang Qun's face turned iron-green, his eyes fixed on the ground with hatred. Yan Lingfeng watched all this with great interest, and Han Dengyun had made significant progress, even learning to speak in a reverse way.

  Sun Feiyang walked up with a gloomy and strange air, saying: "A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late. Right? Wang Qun is now just enduring temporary humiliation, but one day he will surely retaliate against us tenfold or hundredfold. Haha, openly or secretly, hurry up and make your move, we can bear it, you can rest assured."

  The match was won, and Zhao Senming's mood also became more relaxed. He replied, "That's right, Wang Qun is nicknamed 'Killer in the Pants', we'd better be careful."

  Yan Lingfeng kindly helped Wang Qun out of danger, not because he was particularly kind-hearted. As someone who had lived through two lifetimes, Yan Lingfeng clearly understood that life wasn't about fairness, but rather about not being trampled on or trampling others. He simply didn't feel like wasting his time with this clownish behavior and said disdainfully: "Go back to your dorm, no need to waste any more time here! You'd be better off putting in the effort for that person you all have in mind!"

  "Haha, got it, Purple Smoke, I'm coming!" Han Dengyun grinned foolishly and threw down Wang Qun, running happily towards the dormitory.

  Want to hang MM, image is very important, a smelly sweat-stained Han Dengyun if he ran to Xiangziyan's side now wouldn't be kicked flying by her?