Chapter 390 Perfect Kill

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There are two minutes left in the fourth quarter, and the point difference between class five and class seven has narrowed to six points.

In just a few minutes, Class 7 was chased by Class 5 and lost a full 20 points.

Wei Yingyang, who was originally the most important offensive point in Class 7, couldn't score a single point under Zhou Hao's defense.

The fourth quarter has lasted until now, and they can only rely on the other four players to score. However, except for Wei Yingyang, the players in class 7 are on par with Tong Yaowen and others in class 5.

It is said that in the entire fourth quarter, the seventh class only scored a pitiful seven points, and it was scored when Zhou Hao was defending Yingyang.

Compared to Wei Yingyang, who was defended by Zhou Hao and couldn't get a single point, Zhou Hao's offense was unstoppable, whether it was a dunk, a long shot, or an assist for a teammate to score, Class 5 could push Class 7 to This level is entirely due to Zhou Hao's credit.

At this time, the auditorium of the basketball court was also full of students who came to watch the game.

Seeing the wonderful performance of Zhou Hao and others on the field, they applauded without hesitation, and at the same time asked who Zhou Hao was.

"Zhou Hao, come on! Class 5, come on!"

The students from Class 5 cheered Zhou Hao and the players from Class 5 excitedly. Among them, Liu Shichao, Wang Xijun, and Situ Jianying were the most excited. Liu Shichao even became the temporary captain of the cheerleaders from Class 5, directing everyone to shout slogans together.

The competition was very intense, and more than a minute passed. Under the leadership of Zhou Hao, Class 5 scored another seven points, and Class 7 also scored two points with great difficulty under the strict defense of Class 5. The difference between the two classes was still One point left!

There is only half a minute left in the time, and the ball is still in the hands of Class Seven. Wei Yingyang was dribbling the ball while directing his teammates to run, shouting loudly: "Slow down, play slowly, don't disturb their rhythm!"

He deliberately slowed down the speed, so he had to try his best to delay the time. It would be best to complete the last offensive, so that the fifth squad would have no chance of turning around. However, looking at Zhou Hao over there, Wei Yingyang's teeth itch with hatred.

Because since Zhou Hao arrived, he has been restrained to death by Zhou Hao, and he didn't even get a single point.

Holding the ball and standing outside the three-point line, when the time was only seven seconds left, and the attack time of class seven was only one second left, Wei Yingyang raised his hands, it seemed that he was about to shoot a three-pointer.

Zhou Hao also ran over from the two divisions at this time, jumped up slightly in front of Wei Yingyang, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to cover his eyes.

But Wei Yingyang smiled triumphantly, deliberately bumping into Zhou Hao's body that jumped into the air.

The faces of the players in Class 5 changed drastically, because Wei Yingyang clearly wanted to avoid Zhou Hao's foul so that he could shoot free throws steadily, and his serving percentage was also very high.

Moreover, fouls outside the three-point line can often get three free throws!

Even the referee over there has

After biting the whistle, it would blow as soon as Wei Yingyang and Zhou Hao's bodies came into contact.

Just when everyone thought that Zhou Hao was going to make an inevitable foul, they saw Zhou Hao's body spun around in the air with extraordinary sensitivity, avoiding to the side. Obviously, Wei Yingyang did not expect Zhou Hao to be able to make a foul while in the air. With this kind of action, I also missed out, and I forgot to throw the ball in a daze, so it fell to the ground, and Zhou Hao also stood firmly beside him.

"Beep beep!" The referee's whistle blew, but it was because Wei Yingyang didn't touch Zhou Hao, and his action caused a walking foul instead.

"Yeah!" The players in Class 5 and the students outside the court cheered excitedly. If Wei Yingyang's foul tactics succeed this time, Class 5 will have no chance.

And Tong Yaowen passed the ball to Zhou Hao, who has become the core of the fifth class, after kick-off, allowing him to complete the last six seconds of attack.

However, the people in class 7 obviously expected Zhou Hao to be the core of the offense, so when Zhou Hao walked halfway through the court, they immediately sent out two people to double-team Zhou Hao.

Wei Yingyang was also one of Zhou Hao's double-teamers. He shouted to his teammates: "Defend him! Be sure to guard him!"

Under the double-teaming, Zhou Hao also felt a little helpless, if he used brute force to knock them away, it would become an offensive foul.

Looking at the electronic clock on the wall over there, the time passed by second by second, and there were less than three seconds left, and Wei Yingyang and the players in class seven showed joy on their faces, because as long as they hold this moment, They are about to win.

However, Zhou Hao also saw Tong Yaowen who was standing outside the three-point line and was unguarded, so he immediately threw the ball between Wei Yingyang and another Class 7 player who double-teamed him, and passed it to Tong Yaowen.

Seeing this, Wei Yingyang shouted immediately: "Prevent him, he wants to shoot a three-pointer!"

He himself immediately abandoned Zhou Hao and ran towards Tong Yaowen at a sprint speed of 100 meters. At this time, Tong Yaowen looked around, raised his hand and jumped up to make a standard three-pointer.

Wei Yingyang had already run in front of him, and stretched out his right hand to cover Tong Yaowen's eyes, because he knew that it was impossible to block shots at this time, so he could only take the next best thing and interfere with Tong Yaowen's hit rate.

I saw the basketball flying out of Tong Yaowen's hand, drawing a parabola high in the air, and the players in Class 5 and Class 7 on the court looked nervously at the basketball in the air.

At the same time, the numbers on the electronic clock on the wall were also beating, and the time was also counting down, three seconds... two seconds...

However, when the basketball flew to the backboard, it obviously deflected to the right, and the distance from the basket became more and more deviated.

Wei Yingyang, who was also following basketball trends, had a bigger and stronger smile on his face, and couldn't help shouting out.

Come: "It's an air ball that doesn't stick to three things! It's an air ball that doesn't stick to three things!"

Everyone knows that Tong Yaowen

The shot really couldn't even touch the backboard. The players in Class 5 already felt hopeless, while Class 7 held their breath and looked at the basketball in the air, praying in their hearts: "Don't go in! Don't go in. !"

Just when everyone's eyes were focused on the basketball in the air, a figure leaped into the air like a roc spreading its wings, stretched out its right hand and firmly grasped the basketball in the air, and ruthlessly threw the ball in front of it. The basket fell down.

"Beep--!"

The whistle sounded, the game was over, and the basketball fell from the net pocket of the basket, and the figure was still grabbing the basket and hanging on it, it was Zhou Hao!

It turned out that Tong Yaowen's shot just now was not to shoot a three-pointer, but to pass the ball, allowing Zhou Hao to complete the alley-oop!

Everyone looked at the referee, because Zhou Hao smashed the basketball into the basket at the last second.

Under the nervous eyes of everyone, the referee made a gesture with both hands, and on the scoreboard, two points were added to the score of class five, that is to say, Zhou Hao's alley-oop goal was valid!

This was a perfect kill. At the last moment, Zhou Hao killed class seven!

The whole gymnasium was boiling, especially the players from Class 5, excitedly rushed to Zhou Hao who had fallen to the ground, and hugged him tightly.

Although today was the first time they met, Zhou Hao brought them too much surprise. In the last quarter of the game, they were behind by nearly 30 points, leading them to comeback. Win the game!

And Zhou Hao also smiled at Tong Yaowen: "What a beautiful assist."

"I saw your eyes, so I know your strategy." Tong Yaowen also smiled. On the court, apart from personal athletic ability, the most important thing is the tacit understanding between teammates.

The students from Class 5 who were originally in the auditorium also ran into the arena, and Liu Shichao hugged Zhou Hao even more, "Zhou Hao, you are too good, you are really good! Our class can win the championship." !"

Gao Jingyi also came to Zhou Hao's side, looked at him with twinkling eyes, and then smiled slightly, "Congratulations."

Zhou Hao smiled and nodded, "It's all thanks to everyone, I just joined in the middle."

Situ Jianying smiled at Zhou Hao: "Fortunately, you only played in the last quarter. If you had played from the very beginning, we would definitely win Class 7 by more than 30 points."

Liu Shichao also immediately echoed, "That's right, you didn't see Wei Yingyang's arrogance in the first three quarters, and it made you feel uncomfortable. If you came, that guy would have no chance to perform at all."

The other boys also nodded one after another. It turned out that the power forward who was in charge of defending Yingyang also thought so, because when Wei Yingyang confronted him, he would often be insulting and domineering.

And Wei Yingyang over there,

He threw the towel that his classmate handed him to wipe his sweat to the ground, and cursed angrily: "Damn it!" Then he gave Zhou Hao a vicious look, then turned around and left the gymnasium.

The next step is to present the awards. Class 15 of Senior 1 has fought all the way from the preliminary round to the final now. After winning with Wei Yingyang in charge, Class 17 of Senior 1 with the strongest strength, this championship will belong to Class 1 and 5 of Senior High. The class is all over.

The guest presenting the award was the new principal of Yuning Middle School and Wei Yingyang's father, Wei Yuanjun.

I saw that this was a middle-aged man of medium build. The hair on the top of his head had almost fallen off, revealing a bald scalp. It was a typical "Mediterranean" hairstyle.

Wei Yuanjun has been sitting in the guest seat over there with several other directors, and has also seen the whole process of the competition. Seeing his son go from leading by a big score to losing by one point at the end, he must have felt uncomfortable.

However, Zhou Hao couldn't see anything on his face, but there was still a kind smile on his face.

When Wei Yuanjun handed the championship trophy to Zhou Hao, he smiled at him in a low voice: "Young man, your game skills are very good, very good."

(end of this chapter)

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