The moment the two people collided, Tian Hong saw a gap, controlled the ball with his right hand, and made a gorgeous disguised movement. His body actually slid past Tank's body like a swimming fish and turned behind him...
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"ah……"
"Peng!"
There was a shrill scream, and then a heavy falling sound was heard. When Tian Hong passed the ball and turned around in surprise, Tank had already fallen to the ground. Looking at Tank holding his body with a painful look on his face, Tian Hong
He couldn't help but look confused. He and the tank just passed each other and there was no collision at all. Why did he fall?
The whistle sounded.
Tian Hong committed a collision foul, accumulating four fouls. Because it was a technical foul, the school basketball team got a free throw opportunity.
Only then did Tian Hong realize that the other party was not trying to hit him at all, but was trying to force him into a blind corner to give the illusion of being hit.
Time has become increasingly urgent, with less than three minutes remaining. Losing the ball at this time and being given free throws will undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the basketball team of Class 194.
Free throws are secondary. The most important thing is that Tian Hong has accumulated four fouls, and once, he was sent off directly.
If the basketball team of Class 194 loses Tian Hong as its spiritual leader, and there is a traitor lurking who may strike back at any time, the chance of winning is almost zero...
The free throw went in.
The score became 41 to 36, which was a fatal free throw.
Class 194 was called to timeout, and the players formed a circle. Tian Hong stood in the middle, and Zhang Dali was excluded. He was bored and could only watch, and no one paid attention to him.
Everyone looked at Tian Hong. Inexplicably, Tian Hong became the backbone of everyone in just one game.
The atmosphere is a bit heavy.
"It's okay, it's just five points, two balls."
A rare smile appeared on Tian Hong's face, and he patted several players on the shoulders. Everyone was flattered. Inexplicably, the huge mental pressure disappeared, and Tian Hong's smile seemed to have a magical power.
, and as if it was a contagious virus, the players suddenly felt relaxed, and the heavy pressure disappeared.
"Tian Hong, do you have any special tricks?" One player looked at Tian Hong with great hope and asked. The other players also had hopeful expressions on their faces.
"No, you don't need to think too much. Victory or defeat is a common thing in the military. You can fight how you want. You don't have to have too many worries. Everyone just needs to remember that we are a team and we are the collective honor. Collaboration is a team.
A real driving force!”
Several hands were clasped together, and several pairs of eyes were extremely firm.
Zhang Dali, who was standing outside the circle, had a trace of disappointment in his eyes. He lowered his head and pretended to look outside, rubbing his hands a little uneasily...
The last three minutes!
The ball was in the hands of Class 194, and Tian Hong was still the one to be guarded against. However, because the opponent did not have to defend Zhang Dali, although the focus was on Tian Hong, the monitoring of others did not decrease much.
What is strange is that Tian Hong does not seem to be preparing to catch the ball. Instead, he runs far away and tries not to have physical contact with the opponent. However, his body does not stand still, but keeps feinting.
With his movements, several school basketball players who were watching him followed Tian Hong's body movement to take up positions, as if they wanted to cause Tian Hong to hit or push someone to give the illusion of gaining the ball. Unfortunately, Tian Hong did not fall for the trick at all and was surrounded.
Crossing each other from left to right, or simply not moving when they are about to come into contact...
Tian Hong's fishing tactics restrained most of the people, and the school basketball team became passive. In the chaos, a player from Class 194 made a beautiful three-point long shot.
The score became 41 to 39.
This is a crazy number. There are only eighty seconds left, and the ball is in the hands of the school basketball team.
It happened that at this moment, Liu Jian requested a timeout.
This timeout was called just right, because Class 194 had just scored a three-pointer, and it was at a time when they were full of momentum. The timeout was just right to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.
Like all sports, basketball also attaches great importance to the sense of rhythm. When the ball is played smoothly, the sense of rhythm is at its best. In this case, breaking the sense of rhythm is undoubtedly a huge blow.
There were no cheers or applause in the stadium.
People looked at the exchanges between the players from both sides with solemn expressions.
Success or failure depends on this.
"Zhang Dali, come here." Tian Hong waved to Zhang Dali outside the circle with a blank expression.
Zhang Dali opened his mouth without making a sound, and walked in silently, with a trace of melancholy on his face.
"Zhang Dali, everyone here is your classmate and will be your classmate for three years. Liu Jian is about to graduate. I'll give you a chance!" Tian Hong's eyes were as sharp as a knife blade, staring at him.
On Zhang Dali's mouth where two front teeth were missing.
"I..." Zhang Dali looked livid.
"Think about it yourself!" Tian Hong said no more and dismissed.
When the players from Class 194 entered the court, they all glanced at Zhang Dali. Their eyes were full of disdain. From this moment on, Zhang Dali had been completely abandoned by the basketball team of Class 194.
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Zhang Dali stood on the court with a livid face.
He will be a sinner of Class 194.
What depresses Zhang Dali the most is that Tian Hong clearly has the right to send him off, but he insists on putting him, a traitor, on the court. At this time, Zhang Dali hopes that Tian Hong will replace him.
No one understood what Tian Hong meant.
In fact, everyone in the stadium, including Liu Jian, hopes that Tian Hong will replace Zhang Dali. After all, with Zhang Dali on the court, even if he wins, it will give people a feeling of defeat.
The fierce battle began again.
With the ball still in hand, people could feel the boiling fighting spirit on the court. The cheerleaders from both sides spared no effort in shouting and screaming, and the blood was flowing...
"Peng!"
The ball of the school basketball team went out and fell into the hands of another player. This player dribbled the ball unhurriedly, as if he wanted to delay time. After all, the total time was less than eighty seconds, and now it was them
If they take the lead, if they delay for one more second, they will have one more chance of winning.
Of course, just because he is not in a hurry does not mean that others are not in a hurry. He pats the ball leisurely in his hands, but the others are constantly changing their body shapes to occupy favorable positions...
What's strange is that Tian Hong also moved in unhurriedly and did not directly grab the ball. His body seemed to be moving unconsciously.
Just when Tian Hong moved his body and staggered into a different position, the dribbling player's eyes lit up and he saw a loophole, because Zhang Dali was not an enemy at all. Their school basketball team had freed up a man.
Heartbeat is not as good as action. Being able to score a goal in the last minute is also an honor.
After passing the center line, the ball flew out. The trajectory of the ball's flight was very stable, and there was no interceptor at all.
As soon as the ball flew out, there was a sigh around the stadium. Almost everyone knew that Class 194 lost, because as long as the ball was passed successfully, no matter whether the ball went in or not, Class 194 would lose.
There is no chance, there is not enough time.
Suddenly, Liu Jian's face changed and his pupils tightened. He saw a strong body moving. That person was not from the school basketball team, and the flight path of the basketball happened to pass by him.
"Zhang Dali..."
Liu Jian suddenly shouted loudly, but unfortunately, it was too late. Zhang Dali had already taken the ball in his hand, and then threw it directly without any pause...