The pause of Class 2 was very suitable, and it was only 3 minutes before the end of the first half. Not only did it interrupt the rhythm of Class 8 in one go, but it also ended the first half before Class 8 could adjust it again. The rest time was continuous, so the rhythm of Class 8 was likely to be unable to go back.

Jiang Cheng took a look at the scoreboard and was four points behind. This number was not big. It was easy to catch up, but his opponent was Class 2, and the overall and single-player level was much higher than theirs. These four points were a bit unsure.

Thank you for this game today. In addition to taking photos, Li Yan also provided them with off-court guidance.

During the break, a group of people squatted together and listened to Li Yan’s arrangements.

"I speak straight, don't mind, I think you are very lingering," Li Yan summarized after he finished speaking, "If you want to win, you have to do your best. No one can stand in place. You have to run all the way. The few of them in their class are from the school team, right? That cooperation cannot be achieved in one or two months, so if you want to win or not get the score wide, you have to sacrifice your money."

"Okay!" A group of people reached out and roared together.

"Jiang Cheng, you may not have many three-pointers in the second half, and they will stare at you to death," Li Yan looked at Jiang Cheng, "You have to find a chance for Dafei."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Come on." Li Yan raised his camera and took a picture in his face.

Jiang Cheng looked at him and sighed.

"It's pretty good," Li Yan handed the camera in front of him, "Photographing your captain is a real challenge, that posture."

Jiang Cheng smiled and looked at Wang Xu who was drinking water with his waist on his back.

At the beginning of the second half, the two classes fought fiercely. Not only did the players on the field fight fiercely, but the cheerleaders off the field were also shouting like crazy. If it weren't for the wires on the ground, the lineman was standing there, and it felt like they could rush to the field and shout at them.

After only half an hour of playing this game, Jiang Cheng felt a little tired. This was something he had never seen in the previous games and was exhausted a lot of physical strength, because even if Wang Xu and the others fought hard, the gap in strength still depends on him and Gu Fei.

After covering Gu Fei for three consecutive layups, Jiang Cheng felt sweat penetrated into his eyes. He did not have the habit of wearing wrist guards, and he could only pull his clothes when wiping sweat.

"Do you want it?" Gu Fei asked next to him.

"Hmm?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.

"For it," Gu Fei was a pervert wearing two wrist guards. He took off the left hand and handed it to him, "I haven't used this place to sweat."

Jiang Cheng wanted to say that you thought sweat would not soak your wrist guards, but Gu Fei immediately added: "Before sweat has not flowed from his arms to his wrist."

"Fuck." Jiang Cheng laughed, took the wrist guard and put it on his hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Did you see that No. 9?" Gu Fei said, "He has no energy anymore. He keeps running on the left line. I will go from the left later."

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything. His cooperation with Gu Fei was basically the center line and the right line. It was not very habitual for those who were dragging the ball with their right hand.

"I'll try to be handsome," Gu Fei said again.

Jiang Cheng had no time to think about what handsome he was going to be. Guo Xu was already roaring and ready to serve, and he quickly started running.

Lu Xiaobin took the ball and took two steps and immediately passed it to him. Gu Fei had already crossed the center line and suddenly leaned from the middle to the left when he got the ball and was about to pass it.

Jiang Cheng immediately passed the ball, and the time difference was just right. When Gu Fei stepped onto the left line, the ball just bounced into his hand.

Jiang Cheng immediately pressed down from the middle to prepare to respond.

Gu Fei changed to the left hand to ride the ball. The girl in the audience screamed as if she was excited when she saw Gu Fei Guoben. Jiang Cheng was speechless. There was nothing great about driving the ball with his left hand. Basically, those who often played basketball have practiced, but they were all hard to do when they were humans. Although Gu Fei was very stable in driving the ball with his left hand, there was definitely a bonus for human appearance. When the grasshopper dribbled the ball with his left hand, he didn't see anyone shouting like this when he even drove the ball with his left hand.

Gu Fei quickly pressed to the left baseline. It was difficult to make a layup at this angle, just like Jiang Cheng's three-point position before, so the main defense of Class 2 was that he could pass the ball, and only No. 9 followed closely. As long as he suppressed him, he could not turn around and shoot against the basket.

Jiang Cheng rode in the three-second zone, staring at Gu Fei's movements, ready to respond at any time.

But at this moment, Gu Fei suddenly turned sideways, held the ball in his left hand and hooked it up to his head, and the ball flew out towards the basket frame.

Damn! At this angle, you can shoot three points in this posture? Jiang Cheng quickly shouted: "Xiaobin!"

Lu Xiaobin immediately cut to the basket and squeezed back and forth with the people, waiting to grab the rebound.

But the ball that Gu Fei hooked out like this fell into the basket with a beautiful arc.

"Fuck!" Jiang Cheng jumped up and shouted, "Fuck!"

The shouts were shocking outside the field, and Lao Lu waved his arm: "Gu Fei! Good! Good! Class 8 and Class 8! The best appearance!"

Jiang Cheng didn't even bother to complain about the relationship between this game and his appearance, which made Lao Lu so persistent. He went over and jumped and bumped into Gu Fei's shoulder: "Are you sick?"

"Such handsome?" Gu Fei also jumped up and collided with him.

"It's so handsome," said Jiang Cheng, "morality is greatly boosted."

Gu Fei's three-pointer boosted the morale of Class 8 and the morale of Class 2.

Class 2 quickly played a fast attack and scored two points.

The atmosphere on and off the court suddenly boiled, and it would be fine to steam a few trays of buns.

As Li Yan said, under this situation, it is not easy to bite the score to death. Basically, after they scored the goal, Class 2 will respond to one.

By the last quarter, Class 8 was still three points behind. If this score was performed well, it would be a matter of football. But it really started to play, especially in this situation where Class 2 had already been aroused to fight, it would be quite difficult to catch up.

During the pause, Jiang Cheng supported his knees and could hear the players in the circle panting like cows.

"Guo Xu goes down first, take a break," Li Yan did not talk about tactics to them anymore. "If they go up high, they will be able to push back to the basket when they attack. If they want three points, they will leave it to Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng to deal with it."

"Okay." Wang Xu nodded.

"You don't have a big problem with scoring goals now. The key is that you can't let them score again. Otherwise, you will have no chance," said Li Yan.

In such a game where both sides fought hard but their strength was indeed different, it was basically impossible for Class 8 to stop Class 2 from scoring. When Li Yan said this, he glanced at Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng knew very well that he was just saying this to prevent the other players from being discouraged.

After the change of people, their height under the basket increased, but the effect was still not very obvious when facing the bounce of grasshoppers.

With the last four minutes left, the score reached five points. Li Yan called for a substitution and changed Guo Xu again.

"Let go and fight," Guo Xu brought up, "scoring the goal with all his strength."

Jiang Cheng felt that he had never had such a lot of pressure in the school team competition before. The audience cheered, screamed, cheerleaders' hard-working rhythm, his teammates and opponents who fought hard.

"Go and get three points." Gu Fei said as he ran past him.

After a few rounds and turns, the points were chasing again into four points. When the ball reached Jiang Cheng's hand, he looked at the timing card. It was less than a minute. Although it was still very hopeful between two teams with the same level, he still rushed to the opposite side with the ball.

He met He Zhou halfway through, and he distributed the ball to Gu Fei, who immediately passed it to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu and Lu Xiaobin cooperated to enter the three-second zone, but the shot was blocked. Fortunately, Lu Xiaobin shouted loudly, yelling at the other party who was fighting for the rebound with him, and in less than a second he was stunned to get the ball.

Jiang Cheng could feel the power even when he stood at the three-point line. In martial arts, the one who should have his heart and pulse cut off and his seven orifices will be nourished by blood.

Lu Xiaobin passed the ball to Jiang Cheng.

Go and get three points.

Gu Fei's words were still jumping in his mind. He jumped without hesitation when he received the ball. He Zhou was right in front of him and jumped at the same time as him.

His body leaned back, and at this moment, at least one hundred "Fujima Mama Blessing" passed in his mind.

The ball takes action.

He Zhou did not touch the ball, and the ball flew out in a very large arc.

When he landed, He Zhou did not look back and said, "Good ball."

Jiang Cheng stared at the ball, his arms were still on his way. When the ball fell into the basket, he pressed down with three fingers.

nice shot.

One point difference.

In the last twenty seconds, this almost made everyone crazy. The audience in the stands stood up and rushed towards him. Old Xu began to jump, waving his arms and shouting, but he couldn't hear what he was shouting. Even the loud voice of Lao Lu was covered up.

Class 2 flew under the basket as if he was flying. The grasshopper took the ball and even stood firm, so he shot. Gu Fei jumped up, but he couldn't cover the ball, but just poked his fingertips under the ball.

The ball didn't go in, and the basket was immediately snatched into a pot, and I almost hugged it. The feeling of "This is a boys basketball final" was almost lost. In a trance, Jiang Cheng had the illusion that an aunt grabbed goods when the supermarket was 10% off.

The ball was still grabbed by Class 2 and then shot again. This time Gu Fei blocked the hat and the ball was in Wang Xu's hands.

Four seconds left.

Wang Xu had no time to pass the ball again, so he rushed towards the opposite side with the ball.

Jiang Cheng followed up and wanted to cover it, but He Zhou seemed to be knocked out by a second kick, and his speed was amazing. Before Wang Xu could get close to the three-point line, he stretched out his hand and swept the ball out.

When Wang Xu rushed over and took the ball back into his hand, the whistle at the end of the game sounded.

"The game ends"

Class 2 jumped up, and the roar was shocking.

Wang Xu stood in the arms of the ball without moving. Gu Fei walked over and patted him on the shoulder. He suddenly turned around and threw the ball away. He hugged Gu Fei and roared and started crying.

"Damn?" Gu Fei raised his arms and was stunned.

"It's just a little bit!" Wang Xu cried, "It's just a little bit!"

"It's already very good," Gu Fei patted him behind his back, "It's already very good, don't cry."

He Zhou hit the team members a few times, was stunned when he saw this, and ran over: "Does I seem to have not bumped into him?"

"I didn't bump it," said Jiang Cheng, "He is."

"Why are you shooting my ball?" Wang Xu pushed Gu Fei away, stared at He Zhou and yelled.

"Hey!" He Zhou was startled, took a step back, a little confused, "I must have to take a picture."

"Captain," Jiang Cheng felt very disappointed at first, and he was very sorry. After all, the score was only one point away, but now Wang Xu is like this, he didn't bother to sigh, and went over to look at Wang Xu, "Captain, Captain Wang?"

"What's the matter?" Wang Xu looked at him.
To be continued...