Judging from the score in the second half, there is actually not much suspense. As long as the 8th class does not stand still and waits for the 7th class to shoot, they will definitely win.
Wang Xu and the others had already foreseen this victory. They were all on fire. They ran as if they were scorched by fire, their tails swish, and layups and rebounds were like two kicks and kicks. Three feet tall... I also changed the bench players one by one to practice.
The audience in Class 8 also shouted with all their hearts. This opportunity to cheer for their class in the game was really hard-won. Old Lu could snatch a place among the many screams without using a loudspeaker.
Class 7 was not convinced.
In the game on the court, there is indeed no such thing as convincing, and no one will give up until the last second.
But the expression of dissatisfaction in Class 7 made Jiang Cheng feel annoyed.
All kinds of collisions, all kinds of blocks, all kinds of small actions in the open and secret, the number of fouls by the whole team in the third quarter a few minutes saved enough for a free throw.
They don't care if they can score points now, they can't catch them. Their goal is probably to vent their anger while interfering with the goals of Class 8.
"I can't bear it," Lu Xiaobin always talked less, but when he paused, he wiped his sweat, "I was hit at the base of my thigh, and I almost hit an egg. I still don't want to stop."
"But we must win cleanly," Wang Xu was hit by an elbow when he grabbed a rebound, but he still insisted on Jiang Cheng's words. It's dirty."
"Then be patient," Guo Xu sighed, "Anyway, we will definitely win, and it will be less than ten minutes, and they will have no chance to mess around."
"Is the wild boar head four times?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Yeah." Gu Fei replied, looking at the people over there with an unhappy expression.
"You go and lead him to do it again," Jiang Cheng said, "Remember that it is to induce a foul, not your malicious foul."
"Yeah." Gu Fei still looked upset.
"I'll tell you what to do at this time." Jiang Cheng raised his arm and stretched his waist. He held his arm until the person from Class 7 on the opposite side looked over and pressed his thumb down.
Hu Jian immediately pointed at him and cursed at him, don't know what.
Jiang Cheng raised his arms over his head again, gathered his heart, and tilted his body at him.
There was laughter on Thursday and Monday.
"Fuck!" Hu Jian scolded loudly, and he was about to come over with a flick of his arm, and was caught by the rest of his class.
"Just do it?" Wang Xu was a little confused, "Shall we come together?"
"... I'm talking about going on the court for a while," Jiang Cheng was helpless, and closed his arms, "I'm just moving around now. By the way, I would like to thank the people who cheered us on."
"Oh!" Wang Xu suddenly realized that he patted a few players next to him, then turned and raised his arms to the people in his class and shook his heart, "Quickly, thank you for the cheerleading team of our class!"
A few people didn't know whether they were over excited or recognized Wang Xu's status as a class leader, but they just hesitated a little and raised their arms together and put a few heart shapes at the people in their class.
All the people in Class 8 yelled at once, and the other audience members were also applauding.
"Da Fei." Wang Xu looked at Gu Fei who was holding his arms while watching the excitement.
"No." Gu Fei simply refused.
"Da Fei! Is there any sense of collective honor!" Wang Xu glared at him, "Quick!"
"Mentally retarded." Gu Fei continued to simply refuse.
"Gu Fei—" all the girls in the class shouted, "Gu Fei! Gu Fei!"
"Brother Jiang Chengcheng has been relieved!" Wang Xu said again.
"Do I have to do it after Cheng Cheng has done it?" Gu Fei felt helpless.
What the hell, Chengcheng Jiang! Jiang Cheng almost choked while drinking water.
The referee blew the whistle, and the final few minutes of the game was ready to begin. The girl was still shouting, with a little disappointment in her voice.
Jiang Cheng felt that Gu Fei might not be able to give this face. He turned and walked on the court. Suddenly, he heard crazy screams all around, and the girls on the opposite side jumped up and shouted.
He turned his head and saw Gu Fei's arms raised above his head, and his heart was drawn.
...Fuck, it's crazy.
The score of Class 7 is nearly 20 points behind, and there are still a few minutes, and it is impossible to catch it back anyway. So when they play, their stance is not ready to score, but a man-to-man match of Class 8. One was bitten to death.
As soon as the ball gets into the hands of Class 8, the one holding the ball will immediately be entangled by at least two Class 7 players. Boar Head and Hu Jian are the main players in the rogue partner. Whether there are minor moves is not certain, but it is so entangled that you even pass the ball. If it doesn't come out, it's easy for 24 seconds.
The only thing Jiang Cheng can admire is the physical strength of Class 7.
In this case, only the cooperation of Jiang Cheng and Gu Fei was used to attack the ball.
Several times when Jiang Cheng passed the ball to Gu Fei, he didn't care about the timing and just shot. There was also a situation where he almost smashed Gu Fei's head.
As soon as Gu Fei got the ball across the center line, the wild boar head stopped in front of him.
Several steps away, Jiang Cheng could see the fire from the eyes of the wild boar's head, which had to be the size of a candle head.
This is a good opportunity. There is no problem in using Gu Fei's technique to lure Boarhead into fouls, especially Boarhead is here for the purpose of fouling.
"Pass the ball!" Jiang Cheng got rid of the people staring at him and rushed to the left front of Gu Fei and shouted.
Gu Fei glanced at him, and slammed forward with the ball in both hands, and turned around the moment the wild boar slapped the ball with his head.
The wild boar slapped his wrist with a slap on his head, making a crisp sound.
The ball in Gu Fei's hand flew out.
Immediately after the referee's whistle sounded: "The thugs fouled! Five fouls!"
There was a roar and applause all around.
The wild boar head was sent off, and Wang Xu slapped each team member one by one, with a look of excitement, as if the wild boar head was beaten by him, and he was extremely motivated.
However, the replacement of the wild boar head did not extinguish the shameless arrogance of the 7th class. After the replacement, there were only less than four minutes left in the game.
The rampage led by Hu Jian continued.
In fact, the persistence of Class 7 that is still working hard until the last second is still quite what, some teams can't catch up at a glance, and the last quarter can be played like a walk.
But the energy of Class 7 was used the wrong way.
When Hu Jian pounced on Jiang Cheng several times, he wanted to slap Hu Jian's face, and regretted that he didn't use the mop stick to slap him at noon.
The opportunity came at the last minute. Hu Jian took the ball and rushed all the way to the basket. To be honest, the physical strength of Class 7 is much stronger than that of Class 8, probably because of more substitutes and more rest time. (End of this chapter)