At the beginning of the game, I was the one who played the jump ball on our side, and No. 7 was the one who played the jump ball at No. 25 Middle School. That No. 7 should be more than 1.9 meters tall and a bit taller than me. In everyone's eyes, there should be no suspense about the jump ball between us. But my teammates don't think so. Although my height loss is the shortest on the team, there are not many dunks on the team, and I am one of them. There aren't many on the team that can compare to me when it comes to rebounding. I, a cultivator, are indeed a bit bullying compared to their bouncing. And they just thought I could bounce better than the average person.
As soon as the referee threw the ball up, I immediately kicked my feet on the ground, and my body immediately rushed up very quickly. When the basketball reached the top and fell, I just reached the highest point and slapped the basketball directly. Although the opponent No. 7 took off at the same time as me, his reaction was half a beat slower than mine, and the height of his jump was also a little shorter than mine. Seeing that I was about to shoot a basketball, the opponent's No. 7 squeezed me directly with his elbow. A strong thrust almost pushed me aside. However, before No. 7 rammed me with his body, I seemed to jump up again in the air and quickly slap the basketball towards the black bull. Then, following the inertia of No. 7's collision with me, I opened a distance from No. 7 and rushed forward at the same time.
After the black bull got the ball, it passed directly, just in the direction I was going.
Taking advantage of No. 7's stupefied effort, I already caught the basketball without any pause, and the basketball shot directly. Three points! The whole stadium immediately boiled, this is our home!
On our bench, the substitute team members and Mr. Zhao immediately gave each other a high five.
"Huang Jingyang, great job!" Li Wan jumped up and shouted at me loudly. This girl is a soprano material.
I gave a high-five to the black bull to celebrate, and glanced at the other side's bench. I paid great attention to the monastic girl on the bench of No. 25 Middle School, and I noticed that she was frowning at this moment. I'm sure she shouldn't find out that I'm the same as her, because her breath is so much weaker than mine. With her cultivation, I shouldn't be able to see my reality.
As soon as we played, one of our unexpected fast breaks made Twenty-Five Middle School a little stunned. But they are not weak, and they are not disturbed by us. After conceding the goal, the mood did not become low, but the fighting spirit became more high.
We're a full-court press. This twenty-five is very surprising. Full-court pressing tactics are a double-edged sword and require physical strength to support them. However, due to the strength of our team's bench to improve very quickly. There are several people in a position, and the difference in strength is not very obvious. This allows full-court pressing tactics to be implemented well.
Twenty-five suddenly became very passive and had to pass the basketball to their core No. 7. I'm in charge of number 7. No. 7 originally wanted to completely press me with the advantage of his body, but he didn't expect to hit the wall. Every time he tried to knock me out of the way with his body, he found that a greater force bounced back from me, nearly knocking him to the ground several times. If it weren't for him being really good at defending the ball, and I didn't want to be too prominent, I didn't use too inhumane moves. Otherwise, the basketball in his hands would have already been in my hands. But I always keep him out of the 3-point line.
Originally, No. 7 could shoot over my head with his height, but he was too far from the basket, and he might not have absolute certainty, plus my interference. It affects his shooting, so he hesitates with the ball. Seeing his teammates beckoning, No. 7 passed the ball out. Then suddenly he ran inside, and when I was about to follow, he gave me a bump, and then he let go, a pick-and-roll, trying to break through the defense. However, my reaction speed exceeded his expectations, and I intercepted the basketball passed by his teammate in the middle of the road. Immediately after I took the basketball, I ran to the front court. Their defenders swooped in for foul play. But he just grabbed my jersey and I just threw the basketball out. A long-range 3-pointer.
At this time, the referee's whistle sounded. A lot of people thought I was just cheating a 3-pointer this time. Unexpectedly, the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air, and it got into the basket cleanly.
The referee immediately made a three-point valid gesture. And signal a penalty. Such close-range free throws are naturally easy to catch. 3+1! The score was 7-0 at once.
At the beginning, the players in Twenty-Five Middle School looked down on us. At this time, they suddenly realized that the opponent was so difficult to deal with.
The momentum of this ball completely detonated the atmosphere of the stadium, and the audience in the stands gave out hysterical cheers. Especially Li Wan, who was about to jump off the stand.
On the other side's bench, the monastic girl also began to frown. She obviously didn't expect such a result. The coach of No. 25 High School quickly called for a timeout. Seeing that the situation was not right, he wanted to adjust his tactics in time.
After I saw that No. 7 ended, I went straight to that girl. I unleash my senses, wanting to know what they're talking about.
"What's going on? How could you be restricted by the other party's No. 16?" the monastic girl asked.
"I don't know what's going on. He's so powerful, and every time I try to knock him out of the way, I'm always crushed by him. And he's so fast, I can't get rid of him at all. His bouncing Also very good. Apart from being short, he has almost no faults. I wondered at first how the opponent sent a point guard to guard me, it turns out that he is the best on their team." No. 7 seems to be very Listen to the monastic girls.
"It's okay, you are taller than him, you shoot directly on top of his head, lie to him a few times with fakes, and he can't do anything about you," said the monastic girl.
"Well, I'll give it a try." No. 7 nodded, took a sip of water, and handed the mineral water bottle back to the monastic girl.
The game went on, and if No. 7 was on offense and tried to shoot over my head, his fakes really caused me trouble because I was so short, and when he shot, I had to jump up and block the shot, But he is fake and real, and it is very difficult for me to completely prevent him to death. He swayed me with a fake and then made a 3-pointer. narrowed the score gap.
He also couldn't do anything about me. After the ball got in my hand, I only needed one or two to get rid of it, and then I got the opportunity to shoot directly, and it was also a three-pointer.
"Help on defense. Help on defense! That No. 16 player is hot, he must limit his outside shots!" The coach of No. 25 High School hurriedly shouted from the sidelines.
No. 7 once again used the same method to shoot directly over my head, and even though I interfered, he still made the 3-pointer. By comparison. Our team has a much better mentality for each other scoring consecutively. Teacher Zhao still didn't ask everyone to change tactics, nor did he change someone to deal with the opponent's No. 7. Because Mr. Zhao knows that changing someone to deal with No. 7 will only send No. 7 to the free throw line. Because if even I can't defend against it, no one else in the team can defend against it. The most important thing for us is not to have problems on the offensive end.
When we attacked, the other side came up to help defend, but I happened to use their help defense to trick the opponent's help defender into fouling, and then threw the ball out the moment the opponent fouled. It's 3+1 again. Instead, it increased the score.
We were on both sides of the attack, although No. 7 was very good, but he couldn't maintain a 100% hit rate like me. At the end of the half, the opponent was already 20 points behind. There is almost no suspense between the two sides. But I knew that there was that monastic girl on the sidelines. Variables still exist.
"Huang Jingyang, do you want to come down and take a rest?" Teacher Zhao may think that the gap of twenty points should be safer. So I want other players to go up and exercise.
I don't have any opinion, "Then I'll come down and rest. The No. 7 in the twenty-five middle school is very powerful. Hei Niu and Ink will prevent him."
I just made a suggestion. Mr. Zhao nodded, "Well, then the black bull and the ink will be used to defend No. 7. No. 7 consumes a lot in the first half, and his performance in the second half should be limited."
will it? I don't think so. There is a cultivator on the sidelines to restore him. A middle school league like this will consume a lot of energy. How big can it be. The cultivator only needs to input a little vitality into the body to make him fully recover. Our team rotates all the time, and most of the time, the ball is in my hands. Their consumption is not large. No problem in the second half. So, I didn't do anything to my teammates.
The second half turned out as I expected. After the half-time break, No. 7 turned out to be fully in shape. Without me on the court, he was extremely fierce on both ends of the defense and offense, catching up the score gap at once. When the score was about to hit single digits, Mr. Zhao changed his business and suspended the game.
"Huang Jingyang. You go up. This No. 7 is really powerful. You were on the court before, and he was restricted by you. Now I know that his strength is so strong." Teacher Zhao was also frightened by the opponent's No. 7. Jump.
I naturally know that the reason why No. 7 is so fierce is actually the monastic girl sitting on the sidelines. Even know that the reason why No. 7 is so fierce, it may be that the monastic girl used her vitality to temper his body. Otherwise, his body could not exceed that of ordinary people.
As soon as I got back on the court, the rhythm immediately returned to the first half, and our score started to gradually open up again.
The monk girl frowned. I made a mistake on the 7th. After I grabbed the rebound, I immediately ran to the front court. Suddenly, I felt as if my feet were tripped by something. I stumbled, and the basketball in my hand almost lost control. He threw the basketball hard, and then took a few steps forward before balancing his body.
"Whoosh!"
In this case, the basketball was still thrown into the basket by me.
However, the entire stadium exclaimed in unison. Everyone knew that I was the core of the Yanda High School. If I was injured, there was still a risk of being overturned by the 25th High School in this game.
Li Wan looked at me with a worried look on her face, so anxious that she could not wait to rush into the court to check my injury.
Teacher Zhao also shouted loudly, "Huang Jingyang, are you alright?"
I waved my hand, "It's fine. I stumbled just now."
Seeing that I was fine, everyone's hanging hearts finally let go.
But I knew that the reason I nearly fell this time wasn't because I tripped my leg, but because someone gave me a shadow. That monastic girl even used such a dirty trick in an attempt to help their team win the game.
I pretended to casually glance at the monastic girl, but she lowered her head in a guilty conscience.
I know that from this moment on, the person I am most wary of is not the other party's number 7, but this monastic girl.
It is not difficult to beware of this girl, but it is not easy to make this girl beware of her without knowing it.
When attacking at 25, I strengthened my defense and tried not to let No. 7 get the ball. As for the rest of their team, let them attack at will. With our full court press, the rest of the Twenty-Five had a hard time playing at a normal level. The feeling of shooting is also getting worse.
And that monastic girl, every time I make a move, she always does a little trick. It will throw my basketball a little off. Or put some slowing spells on me. This monastic girl is really willful, she even used Taoism in the campus basketball game.
I didn't reveal my identity, but continued to act like an ordinary student. After the "mistake", I tried my best to grab the rebound, and then directly dunked the basketball into the hoop. This time, even if the monastic girl wanted to do it, she couldn't do it. Moreover, her Taoist ability is limited, and she is not able to succeed every time. In addition, after each use of Taoism, the consumption is not small. It is impossible for her to use such a trick every time.
In the end, we still won the game by a double-digit margin. But what I didn't expect was that after the game, that monastic girl actually walked up to me.
"You are very good. Huang Jingyang, I remember you." The cultivator girl stared at me, as if she wanted to see through me.
"Remember me what?" I asked, pretending to be puzzled.
"Hmph, you understand in your heart." The monastic girl rolled her eyes, then turned and left.
Did she discover my true identity? Ordinarily she should not be able to find me. And every time she casts a dirty trick, I always resolve it very skillfully. For example, I would use the number 7 that was always close to me as my shield, or after she used the technique to interfere with the ball, I would quickly grab the rebound and then dunk the basketball directly into the hoop. It looks like it's all about my basketball skills without any monastic abilities.
"Oops." I knew where my problem was. I shouldn't be able to just dodge her trick every time. It was because it was too coincidental that it made her suspicious.
I gave a wry smile, but cleverness was mistaken by cleverness. But it doesn't matter. How can she know that I am a monk
"Huang Jingyang, what did the girl from Twenty-Five Middle School tell you just now?" Li Wan came over with a bottle of drink at some point.
"She said my skills were so good that their school couldn't keep their heads up." I laughed.
"Liar. She wouldn't say that. She must have been moved by your skills. She wants to be friends with you." Li Wan's words seemed a little sour. (.)