When the game was about to end with less than a minute left, the score on the field was 68 to 61. Guoshang Team 2 still firmly held a seven-point advantage.
"What should we do now? The opponent has obviously strengthened its defense against our breakthrough. It feels bad when shooting, and the shooting rate is too low. More importantly, there is not much time left."
Wu Cheng, who had just called a timeout, lowered his head with sweat on his face and said to Qian Hao and the others.
"Yeah, I'm really not willing to give in like that. You didn't see the arrogant and proud look of those bird guys in the second class of the National Business Group. How unhappy are you!" Liang Deshan shouted with an unhappy look on his face.
You are young and energetic, and your competitive spirit is naturally strong. Not to mention that you were provoked and despised by the opponent when you were playing just now, so you are naturally more unwilling to give in.
"But what can we do? We can't defend now, and it's hard to score when we attack! The only stable player, Qian Hao, is also tightly guarded by the opponent. It's difficult to catch the ball. He can't shoot from outside.
Open..." Fang Zishang wiped the sweat from his face.
"No, if it really doesn't work, I'll try my best to break in later and see if I can break in." Zhang Dongcheng said.
Qian Hao curled his lips, "Are you still rushing in? So what if you rush in? Isn't that a risk? That fat guy won't follow you out at all now, he just guards the basket. If you rush in, you will only get blocked.
Did you eat too much hot pot just now?"
Qian Hao was originally unhappy with Zhang Dongcheng. During the game just now, he was still trying to look cool, dominating the ball and dribbling all by himself. He was dribbling with his crotch, and then dribbling with his hips.
He is dribbling from behind again, but he just doesn't know how to pass the ball. He keeps making strong shots and looking for risks when he rushes in. It's just a cancer.
"Qian Hao, what do you mean? I'm not doing this just to let our class win. Do you deserve to be sarcastic to me?" Zhang Dongcheng was a little angry. In his opinion, he had just played so hard and was so tired.
He was actually ridiculed by Qian Hao. Without any merit, is it still hard work?
Seeing Zhang Dongcheng looking like he wanted to rush forward, Qian Hao immediately stared, "Did I say something wrong? If you hadn't been making wasteful shots and making brainless breakthroughs, we wouldn't have fought so hard. You are so embarrassed now.
Yell at me?"
Seeing that Qian Hao and Zhang Dongcheng seemed to be having an internal fight, Wu Cheng, who was the sports committee member, quickly shouted: "Okay, okay. Everyone wants to win, so why should we retaliate against those arrogant guys?
Chaos has arisen. Let’s think of countermeasures quickly.”
"Hmph!" Zhang Dongcheng snorted coldly at Qian Hao and stopped talking. Qian Hao glanced at Zhang Dongcheng and curled his lips disdainfully.
"How about I give it a try." At this time, a voice suddenly came over.
The people in Wucheng looked up in shock, only to find that Zhao Yang had stood next to them at some point. It was Zhao Yang who had spoken just now.
"Just you? Can you do it? You can't even dribble the ball. Why don't you just try and let others fly? Damn!" Before anyone else could speak, Zhang Dongcheng jumped out impatiently, with a look on his face.
shouted disdainfully.
Hearing Zhang Dongcheng mocking Zhao Yang, Qian Hao immediately got angry and pointed at Zhang Dongcheng's nose: "Do you think you are playing well? Besides being able to show off and dribble coolly on the court, can you do anything else? You don't even look at it.
Look at how many points the opponent against you has scored. You have already been beaten by Xiang. Do you have the nerve to give it back to him by chirping here, what kind of bullshit!"
"Qian Hao, what do you mean? You want to make trouble with me, right?" Zhang Dongcheng's face turned the color of pig liver and he shouted angrily.
Qian Hao talked about his pain point. In the matchup, he was really beaten hard by the opponent.
"You know what I mean. So what if I can't get along with you? If you have the ability, you can challenge me to a duel later? Let's see if I don't torture you. If you can't, just let me shut you up.
Fuck that stinking mouth of yours!" Qian Hao said disdainfully.
"Okay! Let's stop talking a few words. Why are you arguing? We have to find a way to get back the score now instead of complaining and accusing here."
Wu Chengdao. As the sports committee member of the class, everyone will give him some face. Seeing him speak, Qian Hao didn't say anything more.
Seeing that Qian Hao and Zhang Dongcheng stopped talking, Wu Cheng looked at Zhao Yang and asked, "Zhao Yang, is there any way you can help us recover the score in such a short period of time?"
Zhao Yang smiled and said, "I will stand outside the circle and shoot the ball later. Just pass the ball to me."
"Zhao Yang, are you really sure you can make the shot?" Wu Cheng couldn't help but ask. After all, Zhang Dongcheng said before that Zhao Yang couldn't even dribble.
"Well! Just pass the ball over and leave the rest to me." Zhao Yang nodded affirmatively.
"What are you bragging about? You can't even dribble the ball, but you can still make a basket from outside the circle? Damn!" Zhang Dongcheng couldn't help but sneered again.
Qian Hao immediately stared, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!" Immediately, Qian Hao said to Wu Cheng: "Wu Cheng, since Zhao Yang said he is sure, let's give it a try. Anyway, a dead horse is a living horse doctor.
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Although Qian Hao knew that Zhao Yang had never touched basketball, since Zhao Yang said so, he was still willing to believe Zhao Yang. Because of his understanding of Zhao Yang, Zhao Yang was not the kind of person who would talk nonsense. And, as he said
He said, anyway, it's a dead horse being treated as a living horse, and now they have no good solution.
"Wu Cheng, let's just give it a try. The worst we can do is lose."
"Yeah, give it a try. A dead horse is a living horse doctor!"
Liang Deshan and Fang Zishang also chimed in helpfully.
Wu Cheng looked at a few people and finally nodded, "Okay! Then let's give it a try!"
"Then if Zhao Yang comes up later, who among us will come down?" Fang Zishang asked.
"Who else can I play? Of course it's a certain little prince who is a prodigal. Is it possible that he still has the nerve to stay on the court?" Qian Hao glanced at Zhang Dongcheng sarcastically.
Several other people also looked at Zhang Dongcheng. For a moment, Zhang Dongcheng's face turned red and he stared at Qian Hao hatefully. If looks could kill, he would probably want to cut Qian Hao into pieces directly.
Wu Cheng looked at Qian Hao and Zhang Dongcheng, and immediately said: "Then it will be me, Qian Hao, Fang Zishang, Liang Deshan and Zhao Yang. Zhang Dongcheng, it was quite exhausting for you to break through just now.
Just take a rest first.”
Wu Cheng was obviously doing this to give Zhang Dongcheng face, to put it more tactfully.
It's just that it's less than a minute to the end, and it's time to take a break! Although Zhang Dongcheng is depressed, he can't say anything more now, but he secretly hates Qian Hao in his heart.
Qian Hao didn't care at all about Zhang Dongcheng's secretly hateful eyes. Stare all you want, but you can't do anything to me anyway. Is it possible that I'm still afraid of you?
