bestfiction Chapter 175
Chapter 175
Chapter 175
From preparing to serve to scoring, it takes about 30 seconds.
In about a minute or so, both sides will each score a goal.
Time is difficult to manipulate.
You want to finish the game as quickly as possible, which is almost impossible to do.
You want to delay the game time, and the condition of "attack time limit" will make everyone's head big.
If the offense is timed out, it's a foul.
It can be said that neither side can arbitrarily change the fixed ending of this game in terms of subjective will and objective conditions.Rules, techniques, and cookie-cutter tactical confrontation all set the game to death.
Everyone noticed that after Chu Feng chatted with Song Dehui for a few words, it suddenly seemed as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.
"What did they talk about?" Number 1 asked.
"I don't know." Number 2 shook his head.
Toledo rolled his eyes at Chu Feng and said, "It's enough to keep the situation going. Chu Feng's only hope is to play overtime. The overtime will keep us exhausted."
"His luck will not be so good! Let's just play it safe."
"Toledo, keep an eye on it. Chu Feng is likely to play a three-pointer trick. He must not be allowed to find a chance to shoot a three-pointer."
"Don't worry, with me watching, can Chu Feng rely on super-long-range hook shots? That kind of ball has a lot of luck in itself. Chu Feng has to hit three three-pointers to guarantee winning the game. If he makes a mistake once , he loses two points immediately."
Hearing their conversation, Chu Feng returned a warm smile.
"He still dares to laugh?"
"Good mentality, who knows?"
"Toledo, beware of cheating, we must prevent him from shooting three-pointers!"
"Give it to me!"
The game goes on.
Time came to an end little by little.
The scene became quiet, to be precise, half of the auditorium became quiet.
The fans of the Liaoxi team will roar with excitement every time they see the result of their supporting team's victory.
But the fans of Chu Feng's dominant team clenched their fists and watched the game move forward nervously.
Chu Feng scored another goal.
Toledo glanced at the score.
64:64
The remaining time of the game, 52 seconds.
It takes more than a minute for the two sides to score a goal back and forth. In these 52 seconds, after they score a goal, they have an advantage. For the rest of the time, Chu Feng has no time to hit.
"It seems that we are going to win. At this point in time, the pressure is too perfect." Toledo wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He had never played such a difficult game, and Chu Feng put too much pressure on them.
But the result is good, and victory is ahead.
"Don't be careless, fight steadily!" No. 1 reminded.
"Be careful, prevent Chu Feng from releasing water, manipulate the game time, and make the score even when the final whistle sounds."
"If Chu Feng releases the water, then we will put the time on the last node of the offensive time limit foul to complete the score."
Everyone quickly finished the conversation and started dribbling for a layup.
But to their surprise, Chu Feng did not release the water, but went all out to stop them.
This time, they were relieved.
Just keep going!
After a contest, with 17 seconds left in the countdown, the Liaoxi team scored two points.
The fans of the Liaoxi team cheered, and the scene was in full swing.Chu Feng's fans were all in mourning, some of them didn't even want to hear the news of Chu Feng's defeat, they had already left their seats and walked towards the exit.
The result is set, what else is there to look at?
Could it be that Chu Feng can still shoot a three-pointer?
Toledo is not an idiot. He has already proved his strong support ability in a long 10 minutes.
The whistle sounded, and even if there were 17 seconds left to attack, the game couldn't be bad.
The two sides were in position, and the corners of Chu Feng's mouth curled up.
"I speed up the pace and save about 7 seconds of time, just for now!
Serve!
Chu Feng rushed to the server and snatched the basketball. Toledo and No. 2 all surrounded him.
Even if there is only 1 second left, they will not give Chu Feng a chance.
Chu Feng smiled lightly, holding Toledo with one hand, and stretching the other hand back horizontally.
Then, a big hook.
The basketball flew across the sky.
A big hook can't block shots at all, but such a hook is somewhat broken.
Hundreds of people all stood up, even a layman like Mei Shaokun was no exception.
The basketball flying to the sky rotates slowly in the sky, like a ball of light flying to freedom and dreams.
It seems that in the sky, there are still birds skipping and dancing with the basketball.
The basketball slowly falls after passing the apex of the highest parabola.
Basket - in.
There was a crisp sound of brushing on the net, and the net bag below was pulled back elastically and bounced onto the net frame, hanging on the edge of the iron frame.
The basketball exploded on the ground.
The whistle sounded.
3 points!
66:67
In this year's competition, there has never been such an average score, nor has there been such a small amount of total points in a single game.
Time, 6 seconds left.
Those who should serve still have to serve.
When the basketball is passed from the server to No. 1, the game is completely over.
"Win!" The girl who didn't know screamed, and her voice spread throughout the audience.
Chu Feng's fans who were leaving the stadium screamed one by one, and the depressed and self-contained mood was transmitted to the opposite side in an instant.
The fans on both sides changed their emotions in an instant.
But it is still carnival and uncomfortable.
No. 1, No. 2, and Toledo all looked at Chu Feng like a ghost.
"This ball depends too much on luck!" Toledo was half dead with anger.
"No, his strength is also abnormal. The ultra-long-range three-pointer itself needs to borrow the strength of the run-up, and when he dodges backwards, he uses the hook to score. With this strength, it is no problem to lift weights." .” Number 1 vomited blood depressedly.
There is indeed luck, but how can Chu Feng still have such great strength after playing for four or ten minutes?
See the hell!
"It's okay, keep this rhythm, we still have four small games, and we still have a chance to win!" The coach of the Liaoxi team came up and comforted everyone.
Chu Feng sat on the stool and fanned himself with a fan.
"At critical moments, you still have to use a passive that is 1 point higher!"
At the end, the score was 66:64, and he was two points behind.
Isn't this the best applicable scenario for the classic "high 1 point" passive?
According to this passive effect, Chu Feng scored three points, just one point higher than his opponent.
So Chu Feng asked Song Dehui to calculate the rhythm and time of the game between the two sides, and then tried his best to speed up the rhythm halfway, just to make time for himself with a super big hook.
It is absolutely too late to attack, because it takes time for the server to serve, and the opponent will still defend him.
If there are only 10 seconds left, Chu Feng can't even guarantee that the basketball will leave his right hand.
As it turned out, it took him 11 seconds to get the ball into the hole.
However, the first game was finally won.
Chu Feng looked at the camera of the sports station in the distance, and exhaled: "Gan Meng must have seen it?"
No matter how big the conflict is, Chu Feng believes that Gan Meng will definitely watch the satellite live broadcast of the game.
"Chu Feng, get ready. The reporter wants to interview you and ask about the details of this game and your mental journey. Is there a lot of pressure in the middle? What kind of thoughts did you have when you made the final three-pointer?" Zhou Lin came , also brings up interview questions.
"My hand is injured, you go and ask Tao Yifan and Ge Chao to be interviewed, they also have a lot of topics to talk about." Chu Feng said.
He has been psychologically shadowed by reporters.
In the future, only prehistoric girls will become popular through interviews by reporters, and interviews by reporters will not improve their reputation very much.
Seeing Chu Feng's lively appearance, Zhou Lin knew that Chu Feng's words were refusals.
"Have a good rest!" Zhou Lin said, and went to entertain the reporters.
Chu Feng was wiping his sweat with a towel and was about to leave. Mei Shaokun rushed to Chu Feng with a large group of bosses in the distance.
"Hey, are you free to watch the game today?" Chu Feng greeted with a smile.
"The acquisition is not going well." Mei Shaokun said straight to the point.
(End of this chapter)