However, this was only the beginning, and the second half was still dominated by Jinxiu, and it was almost Chu Feng alone.
The screams of the girls calling "Chu Feng" almost burst through the roof.
Seeing that there is only one minute left in the game.
The score of the two teams is terrible 0:24
Qinghe still failed to score a single goal, but Jinxiu has overtaken Qinghe by 7 points.
It is impossible to win by seven points in one minute, Qinghe is doomed.
On the arena, everyone is celebrating Jinxiu's victory.
Sure enough, at the last moment, the basketball was in Chu Feng's hands again.
Qinghe's team members had basically lost their temper after being beaten, and gave up struggling completely.
"Stop him!" Song Zihang roared angrily.
Even if the loss is certain, it cannot be lost with 0 points. He Song Zihang can't afford to lose this person.
Helpless, everyone could only cheer up and stop Chu Feng.
Under the eyes of all the audience and surrounded by Qinghe's staff, Chu Feng leisurely twirled the basketball in his hands, and suddenly made a move that no one expected.
He turned around unexpectedly, ran towards his own basketball hoop, threw the ball up with his hand, and scored a goal.
The sharp whistle sounded, the game ended, Qinghe team: two points.
Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, Chu Feng walked up to Song Zihang unhurriedly, and said, "Brother, I reward you with these two points, no thanks."
An own goal, an own goal that Chu Feng deliberately threw into his own basket, gave Song Zihang two points.
"You..." Being humiliated in such a public way, Song Zihang's face was contorted with anger, and he was about to rush over, but was grabbed by other team members.
After a brief silence, the audience screamed, "Ah! Senior Chu Feng is so cool!"
In the end, the score in the second half was: 2:24
The total score between Qinghe and Jinxiu was 25:30. With such a large score in the first half, Jinxiu came from behind in the second half and won the whole game.
In the stands, Ye Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right, my sister, I didn't help you for nothing!"
It was obvious that Chu Feng's last ball was intended to vent his anger on Jiang Yanran.
After Ye Wanwan finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Yanran and said, "How is it? Do you want to relieve your anger?"
Jiang Yanran nodded, undeniably, she was really relieved.
On the field, Chu Feng was thrown high by the excited players, and the young man had a bright smile on his face.
After being put down, Chu Feng seemed to discuss with his teammates for a while, and then walked towards Jiang Yanran with the trophy.
Standing in front of Jiang Yanran, Chu Feng immediately regained his bewildered look, "That...for...for you..."
Jiang Yanran froze for a moment, "Give it to me? But, this is your team's trophy, and it seems useless if I want it..."
"Ah... don't you like it? I thought all of you girls would like it, but this thing really doesn't seem to be useful, I'm sorry!" Chu Feng suddenly lowered his head.
Ye Wanwan smiled, and glanced in a certain direction, "Why is it useless? What a commemoration!"
Some people don't even have to want it!
Song Zihang stared viciously at Jiang Yanran and Chu Feng's direction, kicked over the chair next to him, and left angrily.
After hearing this, Jiang Yanran looked at Chu Feng's lonely appearance, and thought of how desperately he had vented his anger on the field, she finally softened her heart, "Then... thank you."
Chu Feng's spring blossomed suddenly, looking at Ye Wanwan's expression was like looking at the savior.
Ye Wanwan was speechless immediately stared at by the deer-like moist eyes of gratitude, she patted her buttocks and stood up, "I'm done watching the game, don't disturb the world of the two of you, I'm going back to the dormitory!"