Chapter 96: The Road to Promotion - Strong Enemy (6) Flying Warehouse Web

  Based on Lin Xiaoyu's crazy scoring performance in the second quarter, the First Middle School adopted a defensive strategy to limit Lin Xiaoyu's single-handed scoring in the third quarter. This defense did indeed prevent Lin Xiaoyu from performing like he did in the second quarter, but it failed to stop the Experimental Middle School basketball team's momentum.

  The head coach of the First Middle School may not have thought that Lin Xiaoyu's solo score in the second quarter was deliberately arranged by Bian Guohui, but Lin Xiaoyu's favorite way to play is to pass and assist. So in the third quarter, Lin Xiaoyu, who always pretended to break through, would accurately pass the ball to his teammates who ran out of position when the opponent came to defend together, and his teammates, who had been suppressed by defensive pressure for a long time, finally exerted their strength and created one goal after another.

  If Lin Xiaoyu's identity in the first half was a scoring guard, then at this time, Lin Xiaoyu is a full-fledged organizer guard. Under Lin Xiaoyu's guidance, the offense of Shiyan Middle School has been fully opened up. Zhang Jialin, who did not score a single point in the first half, finally got his revenge. After continuously receiving comfortable passes from Lin Xiaoyu, Zhang Jialin had already made three three-pointers beyond the three-point line.

  Flexible and fast running, teammates' skilled singles cover. At this time, the five experimental middle school players on the court are so familiar with each other that the defense of the first middle school is a bit like a mere formality. To know that in the first half, the Experimental Middle School was very difficult to get one point from the opponent's basket. Now, Lin Xiaoyu has activated the team's offense. Every time Lin Xiaoyu passes the ball, it will cause chaos in the defensive system of the First Middle School.

  The No. 8 of the First Middle School really didn't know how many eyes this No. 20 player had. Because every time this No. 20 player dribbled, it seemed like he wasn't intentionally observing his teammates' positions, but suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, the basketball would accurately land in the hands of his teammate who had an open position, making it easy for them to score like they were practicing free throws. The No. 8 of the First Middle School also paid special attention to Lin Xiaoyu's eyes, trying to judge the trajectory of his passes from the direction of his gaze, but he was disappointed. He discovered several times that this opponent wearing the No. 20 jersey would look to the right, yet the ball would steadily pass to the empty space on his left side. Even his eye movements were fake, and the No. 8 felt a bit helpless against this opponent.

  At the end of the third quarter, the Experimental Middle School team relied on this quarter's smooth cooperation to overtake the score. 58-53. If not for the First Middle School relying on their still strong inside line advantage to closely chase the score, they might have been pulled away by the Experimental Middle School with a two-digit score difference in this third quarter.

  "Wow, isn't No. 20 from Experimental Middle School a scoring guard? How did he suddenly become a playmaking guard in the third quarter? I saw him assisting all the time in the third quarter..." A spectator discussed with his friend during the break at the end of the third quarter. The attacking rhythm of the game was too fast, and he had just cheered for the goal of First Middle School when Experimental Middle School's counterattack came immediately, so he didn't have a chance to ask this question until the temporary suspension of the game.

  "Well, that No. 20 is terrifying. Too comprehensive. It seems like almost every attack was initiated by him? This guy is too awesome......" The person next to him chimed in.

  "Hey, this guy has already gotten at least two pairs, right? I saw him make at least ten assists in the third quarter. How come I've never seen him before? He can't be a freshman, that would be too unbelievable."

  "I've seen that number 20 before. He often plays basketball on the Tencent Cloud team. It seems like everyone calls him Xiao Yu..." A guy sitting behind the two of them chimed in after hearing their conversation.

  "Oh, so that's why they're so good at playing ball in the sky. I haven't been to Tianyun to watch a game in a long time, and now I have the chance to go take a look. Tianyun is full of masters everywhere..." The first speaker sighed.

  "Why don't we go check it out this weekend, old brother? You haven't exercised in a long time. Every day you drink at work, look at your belly, it's become what kind of shape?" his friend joked.

  "You're not doing any better either! How about we have a match on the court this weekend and see who's skills have deteriorated?" The person jokingly teased by his friend retorted.

  In the midst of the murmurs of the audience in the stadium, the fourth quarter of the game resumed after a brief pause.

  When everyone thought the crucial fourth quarter would slow down due to caution and physical issues, the two teams quickly transitioned between offense and defense on the court, leaving everyone pleasantly surprised.

  Experimental Middle School, under the leadership of Lin Xiaoyu as the organizer's back guard, brought out the "Difeng" tactics that Bian Guohui had replaced, and they played it to perfection. One by one, the quick counter-attacks made the players of First Middle School feel a bit breathless. However, as the leader of Feicui City High School basketball for a long time, First Middle School also used their powerful strength to repeatedly attack Experimental Middle School's basket.

  The fourth quarter of the game was proceeding at a fast pace with both sides' players sparing no effort, and the intense scenes even made those xxx leaders sitting in the VIP seats feel passionate and excited. If they hadn't been concerned about their dignified attire and steady image, they would probably have burst into thunderous applause like the other spectators.

  But the reality of life has already made these xxx leaders who have been struggling in the officialdom for many years accustomed to controlling their emotions. Those thick hypocritical masks have become an indispensable tool in their lives, even if they really want to stand up and cheer loudly for the exciting and wonderful game, but still have to pretend to be steady in front of this red-covered podium.

  The audience in the stadium, however, did not think like the leaders. They were attracted by the intense and fierce competition, cheering and shouting from time to time. In the stadium, basketball gave them what they most yearned for in their hearts - the spirit of striving and fighting. Even though they were just spectators on the sidelines and didn't join the game like the players on the court, the atmosphere of watching the game made them equally passionate. The joy of basketball is like this: it's not only for those who play to enjoy, but also for every basketball fan to share in.

  At this time, the audience in the stadium who supported both sides seemed to have formed two formations. Every time the First Middle School scored a goal, the cheers that erupted in the stadium had just fallen, and the cheers for the Experimental Middle School's quick counterattack would immediately sound. The shouts of the audience cheering for the two teams were equally loud, echoing throughout the stadium.

  The match between Experimental Middle School and First Middle School was also neck and neck, like the applause that supported them. The strong counterattack of First Middle School allowed them to gradually close the gap. When there was only a little over one minute left in the game, the coach of First Middle School called out their last timeout.

  The score is now 79-76, with Experimental Middle School still holding a slim three-point advantage. However, the ball is in the hands of their opponents, First Middle School.

  Taking advantage of the suspension, Bian Guohui let the players take a good rest. In the last minute, Bian Guohui couldn't assign any tactics and could only applaud to encourage the players to work hard to maintain their own advantages. Bian Guohui knew that for a middle school team, saying anything about tactics at critical moments was useless, and he could only rely on these teenagers to go all out on the field and play the game well.

  The ball was passed out from the No. 8 of the First Middle School. Yang Tianxiao caught the ball at the top of the arc and immediately returned it to No. 8. Lin Xiaoyu quickly ran in front of No. 8 for defense. However, with Yang Tianxiao's single block, No. 8 dodged Lin Xiaoyu's defense and rushed straight to the basket with his left hand. When he encountered a player from Experimental Middle School coming over to defend, No. 8 lightly threw the ball into the bottom of the basket, and Chen Yongzhi, who had slipped in from the baseline, caught the basketball without anyone defending it.

  "Ah..." Chen Yongzhi used all his strength to slam the ball into the hoop, let out a long sigh towards the sky, and then immediately ran back to defend his own court. Chen Yongzhi knew that as long as he could successfully defend against the opponent's next attack, victory would lean in his favor.

  The remaining time of the game has changed from minutes to seconds as a unit of calculation.

  Lin Xiaoyu had been controlling the ball in the opponent's half for several seconds, but she couldn't find a teammate with a good opportunity. The desperate defense of the First Middle School players made it difficult for Lin Xiaoyu's teammates to create chances. Lin Xiaoyu knew that she should take the initiative to attack now.

  Lin Xiaoyu felt that No. 8 was using his body to block her, an action that could easily lead to a foul being called, but the referee, who had been fair throughout the game, did not call a penalty, indicating that he would give some leeway at this critical moment.

  Lin Xiaoyu was very clear about the key to this attack, so Lin Xiaoyu did not dare to be careless, using his own side to hold up the defense of his No. 8, slowly moving the ball to a 45-degree angle on the right side, Lin Xiaoyu knew that this position was where he had the most confidence in shooting.

  With a slight swing, No. 8 opened up and stuck to her body, and Lin Xiaoyu took a half-turn step back within the three-point line and threw out a mid-range shot with a hint of backward lean. The high-arcing basketball thrown by Lin Xiaoyu dodged No. 8's desperate jump block and flew towards the upper space of the basket.

  Su Hao and Han Dali, who wanted to squeeze in and grab the rebound under the basket, were tightly blocked by their opponents outside the three-second zone. They could only look up at the ball that was still flipping in the air and falling into the hoop.

  The orange basketball, carrying the gaze and expectation of thousands in the stadium, finally began to fall. "Slam" The basketball thrown by Lin Xiaoyu hit the inner side of the hoop and then bounced to the front edge of the inner side of the hoop, again with a "slam", feeling that this ball was about to go into the hoop, but after colliding with the inside of the hoop several times, it jumped out of bounds.

  "Alas." The sighs in the ballroom sounded as low and helpless as a receding tide.

  The players of the Experimental Middle School were sitting on the bench, Yan Nan was biting her silver teeth and punching her small fist at the small bag beside her. She was angry that Lin Xiaoyu's shot had not scored despite almost falling into the basket. The team's female manager, who was sitting next to her, also sighed softly "what a pity". These two beautiful women, who were focused on the game, had an indescribably lovely expression of tension on their faces at this moment. However, no one noticed these two beauties now, because the last few tens of seconds of the game had attracted all eyes in the global arena.

  Chen Yongzhi grabbed the rebound and immediately passed the ball to his captain, No. 8, who launched a counterattack. Lin Xiaoyu had no time to regret his missed shot, as he quickly caught up with No. 8 and closely guarded him.

  Number eight took advantage of the opponent's unstable formation and quickly rushed to the backcourt of Shiyan Middle School. Lin Xiaoyu was not inferior to this number eight in terms of speed, closely following him and defending tightly by his side. In this final moment, Lin Xiaoyu thought that her team still had a one-point lead, so she didn't intercept the ball, fearing that if she rashly intercepted the ball, she would be penalized by the referee, and it was better to just defend well in this round.

  Number Eight saw himself already in the three-second zone, although he hadn't shaken off Lin Xiaoyu's defense yet. But with this one-on-one fast break, Number Eight still had absolute confidence. Having trained in professional basketball schools since childhood, Number Eight had played countless games like this before, so he didn't hesitate at all and started his three-step layup as soon as he approached the three-second zone.

  No. 8 is very good at using his body to push Lin Xiaoyu to his right side, and then stretches out his left hand to hold the ball and score. At this time, there are no obstacles between the basketball in No. 8's left hand and the basket...

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