Soon, the manager retaliated, and the foreign aid and his own players teamed up to block Zhou Yan, and succeeded in a sneak attack.
After one move is successful, the other party will frequently imitate it.
As soon as Zhou Yan saw this posture, he knew that the opponent was not going to confront him with open swords and guns, and was just trying to show off his tactics.
If you don't confront me head-on, I will force you to confront me head-on.
After catching the ball, Zhou Yan glanced at the three-point line with the corner of his eyes, and then looked at the defensive team members from the Economics and Management Department. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face...
After making a fake move to take off, Zhou Yan stood still, put his hands against the opponent's hands, and threw the ball.
"The thug committed a foul, three points are valid, additional penalty!"
One three plus one makes the opponent's foreign aid a little helpless.
However, since the opponent has already formulated their tactics, they will not change them easily.
Zhou Yan was a little happy when he saw this: I still have many tricks up my sleeve!
The opponent wanted to retaliate, but the other players on the fourth team were not vegetarians either. After a hard fight, the foreign player finally managed to score the ball.
Soon, the ball came into Zhou Yan's hands again.
The opponent also noticed Zhou Yan's little thoughts and stopped pressing. Instead, they stared at Zhou Yan warily from behind the three-point line and allowed Zhou Yan to shoot.
I don't believe you can still make it!
You can have this!
Zhou Yan smiled and made his second three-pointer.
Then, Zhou Yan started a goal battle with the opponent's foreign players: If you score a goal, I will retaliate immediately.
It's just the same routine, but the effect is completely different.
Zhou Yan only shoots three-pointers, and the players in the fourth team of Heat Energy are very average in strength. This means that for the same goal, the foreign players in charge need to spend more energy to score the ball...
Although his ability to manage foreign aid is outstanding, his physical fitness is limited after all. At the sixth minute, this player finally damaged his crosshair due to excessive physical exertion...
While you are sick, I will kill you!
Although the other members of Class 4 also suffered from severe physical loss, they could not stand up to the pervert in the team...
"Old Zhou..." After grabbing the ball, Lin Junfeng was too lazy to waste any more energy. He dribbled the ball and passed it directly to Zhou Yan.
Standing outside the three-point line, Zhou Yan looked at the three-point line, adjusted the distance between his feet, and scored a jump shot...
At the end of the first quarter, the point difference between the two teams widened to thirteen points.
In the second quarter, the manager finally changed tactics, using foreign aid to defend Zhou Yan and limit three-pointers.
Seeing this dear friend return to the front, Zhou Yan smiled: The blood-crushing management that Qian Liang and the others had been looking forward to was about to come true.
Originally, the foreign aid faced off against Zhou Yan in order to limit Zhou Yan's scoring, but after the opening, the development of the situation on the field far exceeded his imagination: Zhou Yan directly defended himself to death, and when he defended himself,
, Zhou Yan gave the ball bed to his companion...
Ten thousand mythical beasts flew past the heads of the foreign players: On the manager's side, he was the only one who was the main scorer, while on the other side of the Heat, all five of them were scoring points.
What makes the foreign players even more irritated is that the No. 6 on the opposite side frequently passes high-quality passes under his own defense, always allowing his teammates to get the ball in the most comfortable position...
Since ancient times, true love cannot be retained, only tricks can win people's hearts.
An hour later, Heat Energy Class 4 won the game with a score of 69 to 30.
At the end of the competition, the students from Class 4 were in high spirits, singing and dancing, which made all the female students in the Department of Economics and Management gnash their teeth.
Less than twenty-four hours later, the second round of knockout competition began.
The opponent of Class 4 is a transportation major from the same college. The two classes often have classes together and are relatively familiar with each other.
Zhou Yan wanted to play a friendly match, friendship first, competition second. But as soon as the game started, No. 4, the main player and captain of the transport class, took the initiative to confront Zhou Yan.
Don't play like this!
Luck management is not about management. Although there is no one with outstanding ability, the winner is average strength. Moreover, there are two 1.8+ meters in the class: one is good at skills, and the other is the same weight as height.
As the captain, Li Dongxu looked at the average height of the opponent who was a head taller than his own class, and his voice was already crying: "Is this any different from the finals?"
"Then let's treat it as the finals!"
Qian Liang's face was calm and calm, and he had the attitude of "taking a pessimistic view of life and death, and if you don't accept it, you will do it".
Handed to a considerate one-on-one defense, Zhou Yan naturally couldn't let others down. After winning the jump ball, he pushed all the way to the basket and scored a fadeaway jumper.
"yeah……"
There was already a tense atmosphere on the sidelines, but it was suddenly detonated by Zhou Yan.
After the exchange of ball rights, the ball was handed over to the backcourt and the ball quickly reached the hands of No. 4.
Seeing the teammates around him being stared at one-on-one, No. 4 suddenly muttered, and just when he was considering who to pass the ball to, he suddenly felt that his hands were empty and the ball had been lost.
Looking back again, Zhou Yan has already passed the center line, stood in front of the three-point line, and shot a jumper...
The three-pointer was effective. As soon as the game started, Zhou Yan scored five points in a row, causing the opponent's Double 18 to directly ask for a defense change.
"Lao Yang," Zhou Yan looked at Shuang Baiba opposite him with a smile, "You are so cruel..."
Yang, who is double 180 years old, has a wide range of interests, including playing football and basketball. However, basketball is an amateur, and football is his true love...
"Go away," Lao Yang glared at Zhou Yan angrily, "Can't you just have fun with your football?"
While the two were chatting, the ball had already come into Lao Yang's hands...
"Brother, I'm not polite..." Before Lao Yang could figure out why Zhou Yan was so rude, the ball in his hand had already been taken away.
"Zhou Yan, you bad guy..."
Even though Lao Yang was furious, the end was done and Zhou Yan scored another three points.
After that, Zhou Yan took advantage of Lao Yang's reaction disadvantage and took frequent strikes, succeeding in sneak attacks again and again, forcing the opponent to change defense again.
When the members of Class 4 saw Zhou Yan's operations, their tense hearts immediately relaxed: The big guy opposite him is physically very flexible, but his skills are really a bit inferior to his height...
Therefore, Class 4 also changed its defense, and Wang Kai, who was very skilled, was responsible for defending Lao Yang.
Soldiers versus soldiers, generals versus generals, the two sides were evenly matched, and the main scorer No. 4 on the opposite side was blocked by Zhou Yan, and the balance of victory gradually began to tilt.
Seeing that the dawn of victory had appeared, the members of Class 4 were naturally very excited: they would soon enter the next round.
However, Zhou Yan and Li Dongxu, who often play football, could not see the slightest excitement on their faces. It was not that they did not want to win, but that there was a "variable" on the opposite side - the tall and powerful Lao Yang.
Although Lao Yang's shooting skills are average, Lao Yang, who often plays football for the whole game, has very abnormal physical fitness, and his physical advantage cannot be used in the first half.
But in the second half, the physical fitness of both sides dropped drastically, and having sufficient physical fitness became an advantage: if the shot is not accurate, no problem, just take a few more shots and you will score!
Sure enough, in the second half, other members of the team could no longer run, but Comrade Yang was still alive and kicking...
Seeing Comrade Lao Wang gradually find his shooting touch with a few blind shots, Li Dongxu gently pushed Zhou Yan: "Old Zhou, you go!"
"Can!"
After halftime, when he saw Zhou Yan again, Lao Yang still didn't give Zhou Yan a good look: "You are still not a human being. I finally found the feeling of shooting and finally scored two points. You are too wicked."
Bar?"
In response to Lao Yang's casual thoughts, Zhou Yan gave this brother a hot pot...