Chapter 97: The Strong Enemy on the Road to Promotion (7)

  With his body against Lin Xiaoyu's No. 8, he used his left hand to hold the ball and complete a layup. For an experienced player like No. 8, such a layup is very difficult for opponents to defend against, unless they commit a foul. No. 8 was not afraid of the opponent committing a foul, even if it meant two free throw opportunities, he still had enough confidence to let his First Middle School basketball team reverse the score in the remaining ten or so seconds of the game.

  Number 8 completed his layup. Even with Lin Xiaoyu's tight defense beside him, Number 8 still confidently and lightly tossed the ball into the hoop.

  Just as the slowly rising basketball was about to start falling into the basket, No. 8 suddenly felt a black shadow shrouding his head, also blocking his view of the ball entering the basket.

  The sound of the palm and basketball colliding echoed in No. 8's ears. The sound was not loud, to be precise, it was not the sound of the palm slapping the basketball, but just the sound of the fingertips lightly brushing against the basketball. However, this small sound made No. 8 tremble like a thunderclap.

  He knew what the dark shadow that blocked his way in the sky was, and he also knew what the soft sound meant. After the friction between fingers and basketball, it was the sound of the ball hitting the basket. Number 8 knew that his layup had been covered by his opponent who was closely attached to him. Number 8 really couldn't imagine how number 20, who was not much taller than himself, could jump so high. Number 8 was very clear that the basketball he had just thrown up was already at a height almost half an arm above the basket...

  It was Lin Xiaoyu who jumped up with all her might to cover the opponent's shot, and Lin Xiaoyu also collided with the ball that was about to fall into the basket due to this jump without leaving any strength. However, after Lin Xiaoyu knocked open the basketball that had just risen to its highest point, her body lost balance in mid-air and fell to the ground with No. 8 pressed underneath...

  Lin Xiaoyu and No. 8 fell to the edge of the court together, fortunately, the referee did not blow a foul on Lin Xiaoyu for this ball, because the referee thought that Lin Xiaoyu had covered the ball before making contact with his opponent's body, so although the referee's whistle was already in his mouth, it did not make a sound. This referee, who has been enforcing high school student competitions for many years, also saw for the first time that a high school student could jump so high to cover an opponent's serve that had already reached its highest point.

  Just as the supporters of Shiyan Middle School were cheering loudly for the cover; just as the fans of Diyi Middle School let out a sigh of regret; a figure quickly rushed into the basket, grabbed the basketball that had just been thrown out. This figure was wearing the yellow jersey of Diyi Middle School, and after getting the ball, he flew up and slammed the ball into the hoop...

  Lin Xiaoyu, who had fallen to the ground, could only sit on the floor outside the bottom line of the court and helplessly watch as his opponent dunked the ball into the hoop with great force. From Lin Xiaoyu's sitting position, he saw a figure that seemed like a heavenly warrior, completing the dunk at a height that Lin Xiaoyu felt was out of reach. As this person grasped the rim with both hands, Lin Xiaoyu caught a glimpse of his face - it was Yang Tianxiao, Lin Xiaoyu's good friend.

  The numbers on the scoreboard also underwent a huge change with the end of this dunk, and Shiyan Middle School changed from leading by one point to trailing by one point.

  Lin Xiaoyu immediately got up from the floor, picked up the basketball on the ground and quickly started from the bottom line. The person who received Lin Xiaoyu's pass was Xiao Haifeng, who had just returned to defense.

  Xiao Haifeng got the ball and immediately sprinted towards the opponent's half of the field like an arrow leaving a bowstring. Xiao Haifeng is now racing against time, because he knows that every time he advances with the ball, the stopwatch counting down the game time will also tick away, but there isn't much time left for the game to be ticking away.

  The entire audience was standing, watching the changes on the court. The stadium, which had gathered thousands of people, became quiet, as if everyone held their breath while watching the final suspense of the game unfold. The only sound in the entire stadium was the basketball hitting the floor, and these increasingly rapid sounds seemed to drive the heartbeat of every person in the stadium, making everyone tense.

  Ban Guohui was just by the side of the court, staring blankly at Xiao Haifeng who was sprinting with the ball on the court. He didn't notice that his palms were already full of sweat.

  Xiao Haifeng used his speed to drive into the paint, but Xiao Haifeng's three-step layup was blocked by opposing team's center Pang Qing and forward Chen Yongzhi who were standing under the basket. With his last bit of strength, Xiao Haifeng passed the ball to Su Hao who was standing on one side of the free throw line.

  After receiving the ball, Su Hao used his usual fadeaway jump shot. The defender closest to him was two meters away and could only use his eyes to interfere with Su Hao's shooting.

  The God of fate seems to be playing a joke on Shiyan Middle School's three-point shot, Su Hao's unguarded three-pointer rotated in the basket for a week before flying out of the basket, and the referee had already puffed up his cheeks ready to blow the whistle to end the game.

  At this time, a hand with a red lucky wristband rose high above the center Pang Qing, who was jumping up to grab the rebound. The hand with the red lucky wristband gently tapped the basketball, letting it rise into the air again, and at that moment, the referee's whistle also sounded simultaneously...

  Time seemed to freeze at the moment when the basketball was lifted again, although this time the basketball flew up to a not-so-high height, it just rose above the horizontal line of the basket and fell into the basket...

  As the scoreboard flipped to show Experimental Middle School's score, Lin Xiaoyu was lifted up by his teammates in a rush from both on and off the court, and thrown high into the air...

  "Hey Xiaoyu, come quick and see, you're in the newspaper!" Xiao Haifeng held up the newspaper in his hand and came to Lin Xiaoyu's class shouting.

  Lin Xiaoyu was so angry with Xiao Haifeng's loud shouting that she just wanted to kick him out of the school gate. She had only accepted a small interview with the school's news agency, but Xiao Haifeng's loud shouting made others think Lin Xiaoyu was on the front page of the xx Daily. Xiao Haifeng's words in class made all his classmates stare at Lin Xiaoyu, making her feel a bit embarrassed.

  That day, Lin Xiaoyu's last-second shot in the game against First Middle School helped the team advance to the provincial qualifying match, which was a big deal for Experimental Middle School in recent years. I remember that during the game when Experimental Middle School made a stunning comeback at the last minute, a relatively young leader of Experimental Middle School on the rostrum stood up excitedly and cheered for the unexpected brilliance on the court, completely shedding his identity and pretentious composure, wearing a suit and leather shoes, he was just a simple fan enjoying the passion and joy brought by basketball.

  However, at this time, with the young leader standing up and shouting loudly, several leaders who supported Shiyan Middle School also stood up in response. They too yearned to see such a passionate match. Life cannot be without such passion.

  Lin Xiaoyu was interviewed by a reporter from her school's press after the game, and Lin Xiaoyu, who was being interviewed for the first time, was a bit unnatural and answered the reporter's rapid-fire questions in a muddled manner. After that, Lin Xiaoyu was photographed by the reporter. Looking at the newspaper photo of herself with a silly grin, Lin Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed.

  Just thinking about the silly look on her face in this newspaper being seen by all teachers and students in school, Lin Xiaoyu really had the urge to secretly collect and destroy all these newspapers. However, Lin Xiaoyu was still very happy that they made it to the provincial qualifying match. That game against First Middle School was indeed a close call. When Lin Xiaoyu recalled her shot at the end of the game, she still felt it was somewhat unbelievable. At that time, Lin Xiaoyu didn't think much in her heart, just thinking about getting the ball into the hoop with all her might, and in the end, Lin Xiaoyu really did it.

  The match against the First Middle School was really tough, Lin Xiaoyu rarely played a game that made her feel so tired, but Lin Xiaoyu still liked the feeling of being out of breath during intense matches, because she felt that challenging her physical and mental limits in this way was an indescribably wonderful feeling...

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