As soon as the ball turns, the stadium is boiling.

The players on both sides chased the basketball back and forth, and the two sides scored with scores. The fans were very happy to watch it.

"Give me the ball."

On the Feiying side, the ball rotated twice and fell into Aoyangtian's hands.

With no mercy, he stood up and pulled out.

The two-pointer from the mid-range shot steadily entered the bag, which was also Aoyang Tian’s second shot in the game.

"Senior Aoyangtian, come on!"

Most of the substitutes were senior high school students, and the shouting sounds directly overshadowed the second-year students. Seeing them dancing and joking, it seemed like they had scored a goal by themselves.

Both sides have mastered the rhythm of the game very well. Swish, swish, and the scores were 6 to 6. Before they could start five minutes, the game was so motivated, as if another sense of oppression.

An Zemeng opened some tie, opened her mouth and breathed vigorously, chasing each other, and the goal was completely in the flash.

No one could have imagined that Chengzhilan and Chaoyang were fighting so fiercely from the beginning.

"Aoyangtian is still not strong enough to control the rhythm. The more he is at this stage, the more he needs to be calm."

In the stands, Ling Fengxing was indeed an expert. He could see at a glance that he lacked experience in Aoyangtian's competition. He was much calmer than Aoyangtian's No. 5 player.

During the battle, Aoyangtian was intercepted.

"pretty!"

The live broadcaster shouted a sound of admiration, and a beautiful one was unfolded in the hands of the No. 5 player.

"ah!"

While running, Aoyangtian fell to the ground and covered his right leg with great discomfort.

The referee sounded the whistle in time, and An Zemeng and others rushed to the front immediately.

"What's wrong with you, Aoyangtian? Aoyangtian?"

Aoyangtian's face was distorted in pain, his eyes were closed tightly, and he couldn't even speak uncomfortable. While waiting for the doctor to treat him, Aoyangtian made a tearing sound, which made the viewer unable to bear to look at him.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The principal couldn't sit still, so he ran over angrily.

After a simple treatment, the doctor concluded that "the right foot is sprained and the game cannot be continued."

This information can be said to be a bolt from the blue for the Flying Eagles team.

At the beginning of the second round, the prototype of the official game came out, and the live broadcaster was also arranged. After the live broadcaster learned the bad news, he said sadly, "Bad news, it's really bad news. After less than ten minutes of the start of the game, the Flying Eagle team lost a general. The Flying Eagle team, which was already scarce, has made it even worse."

This caused an uproar among the audience. Lin Yuanyuan leaned out, "Aoyangtian is the team organizer, he was injured. How could he play such a game?"

"There are still great ideas."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuanyuan turned around and looked at An Fei sideways, pointing her nose with her fingers, "Since you came back from the concert, you have always mentioned Gao Jian's name in my ear, so why can't that be that."

"You're talking nonsense, don't talk nonsense, keep watching the game."

An Fei pushed Lin Yuanyuan's face away and refused to go over, with the purpose of not letting Lin Yuanyuan see a large red cheek.

Aoyangtian held his arms on the chair, hoping to get up in this way. As soon as his right foot fell to the ground, he suddenly felt a sharp pain like a heart-wrenching pain.

"ah!"

An Zemeng said, "Don't force it, really don't force it."

"No, the game has just begun." Aoyangtian grabbed An Zemeng's arm, and others were completely confused. He could hear it while speaking, with a crying voice, "In the second round, if we win, we can enter the divisional competition. And the seniors and the others will return to the team, I will play."

"no."

An Ze's tone was very firm, and Ao Yangtian even knelt down, "I can't wait anymore, I can't miss this opportunity. If I miss this opportunity, the Chaoyang team will be disbanded."

"Please, coach, please let me play."

Aoyang Tian looked at the overall situation and moved everyone present.

An Ze squatted down and pressed Aoyangtian's shoulders with both hands, "Look at me, look at me." Aoyangtian looked at An Ze with tears in his eyes, and An Ze said confidently, "If you don't lose, we won't lose. We will definitely win this game."

The journey was not good, and everyone was in a very depressed mood.

"Li Wang, you will take over the position of Aoyang Tian point guard."

The game still needs to continue. Aoyangtian was reimbursed for this game. No one would think of such a thing. Aoyangtian was still blaming himself, and Luo Hua comforted him, "Silly child, don't blame yourself like this. If you are injured, you don't think about it."

Aoyangtian lowered his head, and tears fell silently.

Without Aoyang Tian, ​​the offensive organization still missed many good opportunities. The score was instantly opened, and Jiang Dong pressed his hand on Aoyang Tian’s right shoulder, "Just do your best, seniors won’t blame you."

"Wipe your tears."

Aoyangtian found someone standing in front of him. He looked up with tears in his eyes. The person standing was actually Gao Jian.

Gao Jian pushed the towel on his hand, "Wipe your tears clean. There is only sweat and blood on the basketball court, and never tears have happened."

Gao Jian shouted, "Flying Eagle will win this game!"

"You can't play, then I'll get all your scores for you."

What a domineering words came from Gao Jian's mouth, and everyone was surprised to see Gao Jian.

Aoyang Tian said, "You don't even have the chance to play. Is this useful for you to say to me?"

With one sentence, Jiang Dong laughed and held his stomach and said, "I'm so laughing to death, do you really want to laugh to death?"

Gao Jian waved his hand awkwardly, "Don't worry, I won't lose anyway."

The storm was concluded by Gao Jian's "cold joke".

In the situation on the field, Feiying was once in a state of being beaten, and An Zemeng pulled out his tie. The rotation was very frequent, and An Zemeng had no choice but to do anything, but it still couldn't make up for the sluggish situation.

An Zemeng consciously held Gao Jian and looked at the Chengzhi Blue Team next door.

"What is his idea? Why didn't he send him out? Logically speaking, he is the starting player."

What An Ze noticed was the No. 11 player, Zhang Bo, who was known as defending a wall.

The opposite side was kept by Zhang Bo and not used, while An Zemeng kept by Gao Jian and refused to use it.

Yang Hao felt something was wrong, "You said Teacher An was setting up what tactics, why didn't he use Gao Jian? This kid, we saw his board-playing skills last time, which was pretty good. He forced the team to win."

"The other party has another Zhang Bo."

Ling Feng didn't talk much, but his words were almost all classics. Yang Hao suddenly realized and said, "It seems that it's not unreasonable for Teacher An to do this."

The tens are so different, An Zemeng paces back and forth, and the principal behind them keeps urging him.

Gao Jian was so upset when he saw An Ze so upset, he got up from the bench and carried out stretching exercises on the spot.

One person said curiously, "Gao Jian, what are you doing?"

“Be prepared to play sports!”

Seeing that he was confident, the man just threw a burst of ridicule, "You really treat yourself as a coach. If you want to play, just go on the court."

People who are good at talking are easygoing and jokes are also good, so everyone speaks without any restraint. It is true that everyone likes to get along with Gao Jian.

"Pause, pause."

I'm afraid that if An Zemeng stops crying, the general trend of the game may have slipped away like this.

"Listen, we are now fifteen points behind. All we need to do is to recover the points."

An Ze squatted down, put the writing board on his knees, and the pen tip was drawing the movement of the personnel. Since Gao Jian did not formally receive movement training, he was confused.

"After a while, Liu Feng, you come to play the point guard position. After all, you are the most familiar with the tandem team among the crowd."

Liu Feng nodded and said, "Yes."

"Luo Feng, thank you for your hard work, you can't get off the court for the time being. Your center position is quite popular, so continue to play in this position."

Luo Feng said, "I understand."

"Start the shooting guard position, you come on!"

Finally he read his name, Gao Jian clenched his right fist and listened carefully to what instructions he would ask for. All he could wait for was a sentence, and An Zemeng said, "Don't worry about anything, just throw a ball into the basket."

"You can pitch the ball yesterday; you can beat the ball the ball the ball yesterday."

Finally, Anze added, "Can you understand what I said?"

Gao Jian smiled, "I know how to do it."

"Come!"

Everyone folded their hands together and shouted, and they could see them as if they were in the realm.

Yang Hao said in great enthusiasm, "That boy, Teacher An still couldn't wait for the other party to use No. 11, so he used that boy."

Ling Feng was moving, and he also stared at Gao Jian.

"No need to worry about anything, just get points."

Gao Jian jumped up on the spot, trying his best to be active, with his arms scattered in front of his chest.
To be continued...