Fujian Province, Provincial Gymnasium.

"Friends of the audience, friends of the fans." The commentator picked up the microphone, "The game is about to begin. Now I will introduce you to the two teams participating today..."

The commentator in charge of today's game commentary began to introduce Yuyang No. 7 Middle School and Siyuan No. 8 Middle School.

At this time, the warm-up of the two sides has ended. The players of Yuyang No. 7 Middle School returned to the sidelines. Jiang Fangping clapped his hands. When the players gathered around to change, he said: "Wang Lei, the opponent's center Xu Qiliang is very tall. Flexibility and technology."

"Guo Kai, Yuan Xiaogang, judging from the data obtained, the opposing power forward and shooting guard have very good scoring ability, and you must be careful of defense."

"Jiang Feng, the injury is okay?" Jiang Fangping looked at Jiang Feng. There is no need to worry about Jiang Feng's strength, but he is a little worried about his injury. After all, it has only been a week.

"No problem." Jiang Feng jumped twice and said: "It's all done."

"Yeah." Jiang Fangping nodded, and finally looked at Qin Hao, "Qin Hao, control the rhythm of the game, and Zhuang Ming, who is facing you, is the opponent's ace player. He is very strong and accurate in three points. In fact, he is a bit like you. So. I shouldn't have to say how to deal with him."

Qin Hao smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming.

Qin Hao, his previous opponents in the provincial league, had impressions in his memory. Some of them had played against them and knew a little about them, but they had not been able to enter the North-South Division at the beginning, and they had never been in contact with teams like Siyuan Eighth Middle School. , I don’t know about Siyuan Eighth Middle School.

But this actually made Qin Hao excited. Such an unknown opponent, a powerful opponent, gave him an urge to compete with him.

"As for the offense..."

The game has just begun. Jiang Fangping has limited knowledge of Siyuan No. 8 Middle School, and he can't arrange targeted offensive tactics, so he can only say: "Just play according to our training time."

......

Not far away, Chen Luo, the coach of Siyuan Eighth Middle School, was also setting up.

A group of players from No. 8 Middle School surrounded him, and Chen Luo said: "I have to run more later, run for me, pass the ball fast, make a decisive shot, and shoot if you have a chance."

"Yes." The players responded.

Siyuan Eighth Middle School is a shooting team, especially the three-point shot, which is very sharp. The players were looking for a three-pointer before warming up.

Yuyang No. 7 Middle School definitely sees this in his eyes, and there will be some preparations, but Chen Luo doesn't care. Just warming up just now, it doesn't reflect the level of the players. How about Yuyang No. 7 Middle School being prepared? When it comes to the game, they will know that our three-pointers are actually sharper than they expected.

"The defense can't be slack." Chen Luo said again: "The opponent's No. 0 Qin Hao, No. 9 Jiang Feng, and No. 5 Wang Lei. Although these three are only one high, their strength is not weak. Xu Guangfang, Zou Jianyi, Zhuang Ming, The three of you must pay attention."

"clear."

"Coach, don't worry."

The three responded.

Chen Luo nodded secretly, clapped his hands, and shouted: "Okay, get ready to play, play hard, beat Yuyang No. 7 Middle School, and win this game."

A group of players suddenly shouted: "We must win!"

Today, Siyuan No. 8 High School is playing at home. The audience is full of their fans. It is against a little-known team like Yuyang No. 7 Middle School. It is the first time to enter the divisional game. Siyuan No. 8 High School can say It takes the right time and place, and the team is confident from top to bottom.

......

"Snapped!"

The referee threw the basketball into the air, Wang Lei jumped up, bumped into the basketball first, and slapped the ball into the backcourt. Qin Hao controlled the ball and started to advance.

The game officially began. Yuyang No. 7 Middle School still had regular starters, Wang Lei, Guo Kai, Jiang Feng, Yuan Xiaogang, and Qin Hao.

The starting lineup of Siyuan No. 8 Middle School is center Xu Guangliang (height 197cm), power forward Shen Lin (height 194cm), small forward Zou Jianyi (height 189cm), shooting guard Qu Huan (height 187cm), and point guard Zhuang Ming (height 185cm) ).

After Qin Hao passed the front court, the figure in front of him flashed, and Zhuang Ming from the Eighth Middle School of Four Yuan greeted him, opened his hands and looked at Qin Hao, looking eager to try.

Upon seeing this, Qin Hao deliberately sold a flaw, but Zhuang Ming was not fooled, and did not rush to steal, but just held the position. Qin Hao glanced at him, asked for a pick-and-roll, and after throwing away Zhuang Ming, the ball was divided and passed to After Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng flickered and suddenly accelerated.

With one step, most of Zou Jianyi's body was lost.

"So fast." Zou Jianyi's heart jumped, and he couldn't help being surprised.

However, Jiang Feng is actually not very fast, but the first step is very fast. The defender is easy to suffer when caught off guard. Zou Jianyi suffers. Jiang Feng can only turn around and chase after one step. Can't catch up.

Jiang Feng rushed inside and scored a layup.

"Be careful, his first step is fast, don't post too close." Zhuang Ming walked to Zou Jianyi's side and reminded him.

"Yeah." Zou Jianyi nodded and ran to the field.

Zhuang Ming quickly advanced to the front court, Qin Hao stepped forward, the two eyes collided, Zhuang Ming gestured to his teammates to come up for the pick-and-roll, and then moved to the right by the pick-and-roll.

Qin Hao quickly bypassed the defender to chase, and Wang Lei also rushed forward to delay, but at this moment, Zhuang Minghu then retreated and retreated to a half-meter away from the three-point line, directly shooting a three-pointer.

Huh!

With a soft sound, the ball is scored.

"nice shot."

"It's here, it's really Zhuang Ming."

In the audience, the fans cheered excitedly.

Zhuang Ming smiled faintly, and threw Qin Hao's unsharp eyes, turning around to retreat.

"He made three-pointers at the beginning. It seems that he is very confident in his three-pointers." Qin Hao's expression was indifferent, taking the ball from the backcourt and starting to advance.

The expression in Zhuang Ming's eyes was clearly stimulating him and flirting with his emotions. Unfortunately, this trick was too immature in front of Qin Hao, and it was all left behind by him.

Coming to the frontcourt, Qin Hao didn't rush to score the ball, but instead motioned to his teammates to pull away.

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Ming couldn't help but secretly overjoyed: "It seems that this Qin Hao is nothing more than that, too. After all, he is still a high-grade player, young and vigorous, and cannot stand provocation and provocation." He hit his teammate with one hand behind him. Gestures, and then stepped forward, deliberately stimulating Qin Hao with words, "Boy, you can't score in front of me."

"Really?" Qin Hao smiled secretly. Your method is a bit rough, and the **** is so rubbish, but on the surface he is extremely cooperative and looks annoyed, "Huh, who said I can't be here? Do you score in front of you? I'll let you see my strength."

"You lose your calm so easily?" Zhuang Ming was secretly pleased, and provocatively hooked his finger at Qin Hao, "Come on, you come."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Hao was already violent like a cheetah...