pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 285 The Next Golden Rain

All eyes were on Feng Chuang.

"I just said he will come back by himself." Fang Tianzheng stepped forward, holding his jersey in both hands, and handed it to him.

After what happened just now, Feng Chuang already understood why Fang Tianzheng chose Li Yao instead of himself, and felt that it was an extremely correct choice to let Li Yao play.

And now is the time when the team needs him, so he is back.

Feng Chuang took his jersey, his eyes fixed for a long time, he dreamed of wearing this jersey to stand on the stage of the finals, and now the opportunity finally came, although it was a bit late, but it was not in vain.

"What's the matter? Hurry up and put it on." Su Miao urged as there was not much time left.

Feng Chuang hastily put the jersey on himself and returned to the field instead of Li Yao, but he had long since lost his former vigor. He had already seen the intensity of the game as a spectator in the audience, which was beyond his reach. Now that he appeared on the field, he was even more uncertain. It was very difficult to keep up with the rhythm, let alone make a difference, and it was still in the fourth quarter, such a critical moment.

"Relax." Su Miao came over and pressed Feng Chuang's shoulder lightly. His body was very stiff, and he was trembling slightly because of nervousness.

"Hmm." Feng Chuang was so nervous that he could barely respond with one word. He even had a strong resistance in his heart the moment he stepped onto the court.

"Being able to send you to play under such circumstances shows the coach's trust in you. Don't be nervous, let go of your hands and feet, and we are still here." Mu Chenfeng and other teammates also cheered for Feng Chuang. This gave Feng Chuang a great boost in self-confidence, and he finally had the courage to set foot on the field of the finals.

It has to be said that Mu Chenfeng's brainwashing skills are still very good, and he successfully brainwashed Feng Chuang.

The game restarted, and Beihu still maintained an all-main lineup. The third middle school only made minor adjustments to the lineup, and put on a brand new face, a tense face.

"That kid came up to be funny." Feng Chuang's "Lang Dang" appearance aroused a lot of ridicule from the audience. His performance was too stiff and unnatural, and he obviously couldn't keep up with the rhythm whether it was running or reacting.

"This is a critical moment. Is the third middle school going to give up the game?" Even the commentary at the scene couldn't help making fun of Feng Chuang, and the tense atmosphere instantly became relaxed and happy amidst laughter.

"Never mind what they say, just focus on the game." Su Miao reminded.

Feng Chuang collected himself and tried not to care about other people's opinions.

As soon as Beihu saw Feng Chuang playing, he passed the ball to Xiao Zijian who was playing against him. Xiao Zijian was the player with the lowest offensive ability among Beihu players.

Xiao Zijian took the ball and immediately put on an offensive posture, and even showed a very proud smile, "I really didn't expect a player like you to appear on the stage of the finals. It's really not easy to deal with you."

Xiao Zijian made a false move, and Feng Chuang immediately accepted it. He was so nervous that he was easily deceived.

"That's it?" Xiao Zijian shook his head disdainfully, and then there was another shake. Feng Chuang didn't move this time, but this time it was a genuine breakthrough. In this way, Feng Chao was passed like a stake.

"Feng Chuang still can't make it to the final. Even a player like Xiao Zijian can pass him casually." Ye Lin sat on the bench and shook her head lightly. If he could play, the goal just now would have been absolutely impossible.

"Give him a little more time to get used to it." Fang Tianzheng was very forgiving. He allowed the players to make mistakes on the field and gave them a chance to correct themselves.

After being easily passed, Feng Chuang was hit so hard that he was ridiculed by his opponents on the offensive end.

"I guess you only play to buy some time for other teammates to rest. When they rest, you will be replaced, right." Although Xiao Zijian's skills are not good, but his golf intelligence is quite high. He can see the opponent's weakness at a glance, and then ruthlessly tear it apart.

Feng Chuang didn't respond, he just did his job seriously and moved around.

"Aren't you tired from running around like this? I bet your teammates won't pass the ball to you." Xiao Zijian continued to sarcastically. Feng Chuang managed to calm himself down a little, but was teased again.

Snapped!
The basketball bounced off the ground and fell into Feng Chao's hands.

"It's you who have been running with me." Mu Chenfeng looked at Xiao Zijian with cold eyes, "Our teammates are all very reliable."

The word reliable has always been used to describe others. Feng Chao never imagined that such a powerful word would fall on himself one day.

"Hmph, even if you gave him the ball, would he have the courage to make a shot?" Xiao Zijian continued.

"Of course." Mu Chenfeng said as he rushed to the restricted area, "Because we will escort him."

At some point, the players from the No. [-] Middle School all grabbed a favorable rebounding position.

"You guys." The core of the team will rest assured to grab rebounds for themselves, and suddenly the tension surrounding Feng Chuang will disappear. At this time, he only has the basket in his eyes.

Feng Chuang aimed at the basket with sharp eyes.

"Vote, let you go."

Feng Chuang didn't hesitate, the movement of the shot was standard and smooth, and the basketball danced a beautiful dance in the air.

shuh~
The most beautiful sound came from the pitch.

"It actually went in!" Xiao Zijian stared at the basket in a daze for a long time, "How could he go in?"

"That's right, I'm also a member of the No. [-] High School. We want to win this game!" Feng Chuang successfully integrated into the game by making the first shot. The tension disappeared, and even the speed and reaction of returning to defense have improved a lot.

"No. [-] Middle School is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." In the stands, Jing Fang couldn't help but sighed. If No. [-] Middle School finally becomes the winner of this competition, every member of their team must be taken seriously.

Getting rid of the trouble of nervousness, Feng Chuang became more active even when defending. The defensive end saw the right time to attack and intercepted Zhan Yang's pass to Xiao Zijian.

After the steal was completed, Feng Chuang took advantage of the situation and went straight to the fast break. Mu Chenfeng and Fu Di followed up and formed a three-arrow offensive lineup with Feng Chuang.

"Who is the pass back to?" Xiao Zijian, who came back from the chase, locked on the positions of Mu Chenfeng and Fu Di. In comparison, the possibility of passing to Mu Chenfeng was higher, so Xiao Zijian shifted the end point of the defense to Mu Chenfeng's side.

However, Feng Chuang didn't pass the ball, but chose to shoot by himself, topping the three-point line, Feng Chuang pulled out his hand, and there was that beautiful voice again, but the two points turned into three points.

The third middle school once again widened the gap, and Beihu fell into a backward situation.

In the subsequent offensive round, Zhan Yang led the team to chase the score and played a beautiful scene, but the third middle school was not to be outdone. Mu Chenfeng was always able to use his personal ability to respond when Beihu was chasing points.

As he said to his teammates before the game, you are responsible for widening the point difference, and I will be responsible for maintaining the point difference.

In fact, it is much more difficult to maintain the point difference than to widen it.

The 5-point gap was maintained until the last 3 minutes of the game. Beihu, who was behind, put in a lot of effort in the chasing stage, but the point difference could not be narrowed. Mu Chenfeng used his own strength to resist the counterattack of Beihu's entire team, and scored 15:15.

"This Mu Chenfeng needs to focus on it." Jing Fang said to his teammates, his ability is far more terrifying than ours.

This is already the fourth quarter of the game, and Mu Chenfeng was able to explode with such amazing fighting power. He has already scored 42 points in this game, which is exactly half of the team's points.

"What is Zhan Yang thinking?" In front of the TV, a middle-aged man angrily squeezed the cigar in his hand in half, his eyes were full of anger, "I pressed 100w."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, Beihu can't lose this game." Another man next to him was sipping coffee leisurely with a calm expression.

"Why do you feel so sure?" Zhao asked.

The man smiled slightly, "Because I also bet 100w, so I must lose in the third round."

beep~
The referee raised his hand high above his head and blew the whistle on his chest at the same time. This sudden whistle made everyone feel inexplicable. There was no excessive physical contact between the two sides on the scene, but the referee blew the whistle.

"No. 15 of the white team, an offensive foul!" The foul was blown on Chen Xin.

Chen Xin was stunned, and Sun Nan, who was facing him, was also stunned. The whistle was unreasonable. The two of them were very normal in the interior, and there was no foul at all.

"I fouled?" Chen Xin pointed at himself in surprise, and confirmed to the referee that the referee did make a "15" gesture in the air.

This is Chen Xin's fourth foul. If he commits another foul, he will be sent off. For the team's victory, Chen Xin can only eat Coptis chinensis.

"That big guy is really calm." The man in front of the screen sneered.

"Using such indecent means." The man surnamed Zhao sarcastically said, "How much money did you spend?"

"Exchanging 10 for 100, this kind of business is not profitable." The man smiled, "Just put your heart in your stomach."

"Are you so confident?"

"Of course, I don't allow any risk in investing."

The three referees gave the same penalty almost at the same time, which is a thing in itself.

"Did you foul the ball just now?" Liu Tianyu looked puzzled, bluntly saying that he didn't understand.

"There is a problem." Zhang Jianing just replied coldly, "If one referee calls a foul, it is understandable, but if three referees call a foul at the same time from different angles, there is a problem."

"You mean..." Liu Tianyu tried his best not to think about that, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

"The referee was bought." Zhang Jianing said without hesitation.

"They will whistle the key players of No. 3 Middle School in the last 10 minutes of the game. This is not cheap at all. 5w only bought [-] whistles." The man said in a joking tone.

"In other words, there are still four more."

"Four whistles are enough." There is only 4 minutes left in the game, and the rhythm of the game is advancing, and the confrontation is fierce. At this time, it is possible to blow the whistle "very reasonably" without being noticed by others.

beep~
The whistle blew again, this time on Fu Di. The referee blew that he had walked before the shot, so the three-pointer was also disallowed.

The sound of this whistle was as inexplicable as Chen Xin's, but the members of the No. [-] Middle School chose to tolerate it, and did not let their calm minds be dazzled.

Then the third whistle and the fourth whistle sounded one after another, and Beihu also used these four whistles to chase the score to only one point.

"The whistles are too dense." The southern team member who didn't know the situation complained, "2 whistles have sounded in just 4 minutes."

"Besides, these 4 whistles were all blown on the No. [-] Middle School without exception." Li Tianlong also noticed that the referee's whistle was a bit biased.

"There is still one point left, and there is one minute left in the game." Zhan Yang held the ball and froze in place.

"Captain, are you okay?" Wu Di stepped forward and asked.

Zhan Yang was relieved, "It's okay." He said it was okay, but he already had the answer in his heart. The referee's whistle was obviously biased towards Beihu, and it was extremely biased.

"Come on, Zhan Yang, hurry up and let my wallet bulge up." The man in front of the screen couldn't wait to see the result. Although 100w was nothing to him, the premonition still made him feel excited.

The man surnamed Zhao on the side was much calmer, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and the close-up shot of Zhan Yang happened to be playing on the screen, and there was not only a trace of suspicion in his eyes, "Is this guy reliable?"

"Of course, there is no stronger player than him." The man responded cheerfully.

"I mean is he good or not." The man said coldly, "I always feel like he sees something."

"How is it possible? My arrangement is perfect." The man said confidently.

Zhan Yang did not choose to attack, but dribbled the ball across the half in the 8-second time limit. For Beihu, which is still behind in the score, time is undoubtedly the most precious thing, and it is passing from Zhan Yang's hands bit by bit.

Mu Chenfeng and Zhan Yang faced each other, focusing on basketball.

"Don't be so nervous, it's over." Zhan Yang said expressionlessly.

"It's not over yet. It's not over until the whistle blows." Mu Chenfeng responded.

"You should have seen that there is something wrong with the referee's whistle." Zhan Yang said, "Someone is manipulating the game. If there is no accident, they overwhelmed us to win."

"So?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

"I don't care for such victories." Zhan Yang's tone was mixed with a little anger, "What a game, it was ruined by those guys like this." Zhan Yang had hoped to compete with Mu Chenfeng at the last moment of the game, but he saw the referee's black whistle, which made him completely lose the desire to continue the game.

He's going to run out of game time.

beep~
When the 24 seconds were about to expire, the referee sounded the last whistle, and this time the foul was given to Chen Xin again.

Chen Xin, five offenders leave the field.

The ball is still owned by Beihu. As long as they score the last offensive buzzer, golden rain will fall for Beihu.

But Zhan Yang still gave up, and the time passed bit by bit while Zhan Yang waited.

boom!With a loud bang, the TV screen was kicked into pieces.

Beep~~~ A long whistle sounded, and the game came to an end. In the end, No. 97 Middle School defeated Beihu with 96:[-], won the Winter Cup champion, and also won the tickets for the national competition.

At the same time as the game ended, the eight spheres hanging from the ceiling split apart, and golden fragments fell from the sky, floating all over the entire field.

This golden rain finally belonged to No.[-] Middle School.

(End of this chapter)