Basketball Myth: Super Guard

Fujian Province, Provincial Gymnasium.

"Audience friends, fans and friends." The commentator picked up the microphone, "The game is about to start, and now I will introduce 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 had ended. The players of Yuyang No. 7 Middle School returned to the sidelines. Jiang Fangping clapped his hands and waited for the players to gather around to change. Flexibility and technology.”

"Guo Kai, Yuan Xiaogang, from the data obtained, the opponent's power forwards and shooting guards have very good scoring abilities, so be careful with your defense."

"Jiang Feng, is the injury okay?" Jiang Fangping looked at Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng's strength doesn't need to be worried, just a little worried about his injury, after all, it has only been a week.

"No problem." Jiang Feng jumped on the spot and said, "It's all done."

"Well." Jiang Fangping nodded, and finally looked at Qin Hao, "Qin Hao, control the rhythm of the game. Zhuang Ming, who is opposite you, is the opponent's ace player. He is very strong and accurate in three-pointers. In fact, he is a bit like you. So I don't need to tell me how to deal with him."

Qin Hao smiled slightly, and there was light in his eyes.

Qin Hao's previous opponents in the provincial league have impressions in their memory. Some of them have played against each other before and know a little about them, but they failed to enter the North-South Divisional Tournament at the beginning, nor did they have contact with teams like Siyuan No. 8 Middle School. , I don't know about Siyuan Eight Middle School.

However, this made Qin Hao excited. This unknown opponent, a powerful opponent, made him have the urge to compete with the opponent.

"As for the offense..."

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

......

Not far away, Chen Luo, the coach of Siyuan No. 8 Middle School, was also making arrangements.

A group of players from Siyuan No. 8 Middle School surrounded him, Chen Luo said: "Wait a while to run more, let me run, pass the ball quickly, shoot decisively, and throw when you have the opportunity."

"Yes." The players responded.

Siyuan Bazhong is a shooting team, especially the three-point shooting, which is very sharp. When the players were warming up before, they were looking for three-point shooting.

Yu Yang Qizhong must see this, and there will be some preparations, but Chen Luo doesn't care. It was just a warm-up just now, and it doesn't reflect the level of the players. What about Yu Yang Qizhong's preparation? When it comes time for the game, they'll know that our 3-pointer was even sharper than they thought.

"The defense can't be slack." Chen Luo added: "The opponent's No. 0 Qin Hao, No. 9 Jiang Feng, and No. 5 Wang Lei, although these three are only one year high, they are not weak. Xu Kailang, Zou Jianyi, Zhuang Ming, You three have to be careful."

"clear."

"Don't worry, coach."

The three responded.

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

A group of players suddenly shouted: "Victory!"

Today, Siyuan No. 8 Middle School is playing at home. There are all their fans in the audience, and they are facing a little-known team like Yuyang No. 7 Middle School. It is the first time for Siyuan No. 8 Middle School to enter the divisional competition. It is the right place and the right place, and the team is full of confidence from top to bottom.

......

"Snapped!"

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

The game officially started, and Yuyang No. 7 Middle School 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 Kailang (height 197cm), power forward Shen Lin (height 194cm), small forward Zou Jianyi (height 189cm), shooting guard Qu Huan (height 187cm), point guard Zhuang Ming (height 185cm) ).

After Qin Hao passed the front court, a figure flashed in front of him, and Zhuang Ming from Siyuan No. 8 High School greeted him, looking at Qin Hao with open hands, looking eager to try.

Seeing this, Qin Hao deliberately sold a flaw, but Zhuang Ming was not fooled. He didn't jump up to steal, but just held his position. Qin Hao glanced at him and asked for a pick-and-roll. After reaching Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng faltered and suddenly accelerated.

With one step, he passed most of Zou Jianyi's position.

"So fast." Zou Jianyi's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

However, Jiang Feng's absolute speed is not particularly fast, but the first step is very fast. If he is caught off guard, it is easy for defenders to suffer losses. Zou Jianyi suffers. Can't catch up.

Jiang Feng rushed inside and scored a layup.

"Be careful, his first step is quick, don't stick it too close." Zhuang Ming walked over to Zou Jianyi and reminded him.

"Well." Zou Jianyi nodded and ran to the front court.

Zhuang Ming quickly advanced to the front court, Qin Hao stepped forward, their eyes met, Zhuang Ming gestured to his teammates to come up to the pick-and-roll, and then used the pick-and-roll to move to the right.

Qin Hao quickly bypassed the defender and pursued, and Wang Lei also rushed up to delay, but at this moment, Zhuang Ming suddenly retreated, retreating to a place half a meter outside the three-point line, and directly shot a three-pointer.

Swish!

With a bang, the ball went in.

"nice shot."

"Come here, as expected of Zhuang Ming."

In the audience, the fans cheered excitedly.

Zhuang Ming smiled lightly, gave Qin Hao an unshakable look, and turned to retreat.

"Three-pointers were shot from the beginning. It seems that he is very confident in his three-pointers." Qin Hao's expression was indifferent, he took the ball in the backcourt and started to advance.

Just now, Zhuang Ming's eyes were clearly trying to stimulate him and stir up his emotions. Unfortunately, this trick is too immature in front of Qin Hao, and he is left to play.

When he came to the front court, Qin Hao did not rush to score the ball, but instead signaled his teammates to pull away.

Seeing this, Zhuang Ming couldn't help but secretly rejoiced: "It seems that this Qin Hao is nothing more than that, too, after all, he is still a high school player, so young and energetic, he can't stand provocation and provocation." He called his teammates with one hand behind him. Gestures, then stepped forward, deliberately provoking Qin Hao with words, "Boy, it's impossible for you to score in front of me."

"Really?" Qin Hao sneered inwardly, your method is a bit rough, you are so rubbish, but on the surface he is very cooperative, and he even looks annoyed, "Hmph, who said I can't be here? Score in front of you? I'll show you my strength."

"It's so easy to be provoked and lose your calm?" Zhuang Ming was secretly delighted, and hooked his fingers at Qin Hao provocatively, "Come, come."

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