"Huang Dong, you can do it, I know you can do it!"

In the Deming High School rest area, coach Wen Jing was also excited and blushed at this moment. He looked at the big screen. The score on it reached 31 to 29, with only two points difference.

The voices in the audience around turned to support Deming High School, which helped the team in momentum more than the scores!

The other players of Deming swept away the haze on their faces before, and their spirits seemed to have improved a lot and their breathing became even.

With the end of the first quarter, Huang Dong's performance rekindled their fighting spirit.

Although Sha Chang No. 1 Middle School is now leading by two points and is their turn to ball, their faces are no longer as calm as before, but instead add a touch of solemnity.

Especially the captain Zhuang Yan, who just stole a ball by Huang Dong, would definitely be a fraud if he had no effect on him.

Feng Yao's face looked even worse, because when Huang Dong just stole the solemn Yan, the move he used turned out to be his "ghost hand"!

The players of Shachang No. 1 Middle School would never have thought that the advantage they had gained by gathering the strength of the entire team was broken by Huang Dong alone.

When Deming's players returned to defense, Hao Wenqi couldn't help but ask Huang Dong quietly: "Why have you never seen you use the dribble and steal just now? Such a powerful move is not the killer you have been hiding, right?"

Huang Dong smiled slightly and replied: "It's not that I hid it before, but I didn't know how to play this way before. It was only after I looked at their No. 5 that I wondered if I could use this method on the dribble, so he gave me inspiration."

Hearing this, Hao Wenqi was stunned. Originally, he thought Huang Dong's dribbling and stealing just now were hidden moves, and he was just using them, so he wondered why it looked so similar to Feng Yao's "ghost hand" move.

But after listening, I realized that this was a new move created by Huang Dong on the spot. It was just because I saw Feng Yao’s several steals, and not only learned the “ghost hand”, but also learned the “ghost shadow dribble” by learning from one example and applying it to others. This learning ability and creativity ability is really terrible!

At this moment, Hao Wenqi suddenly felt inexplicably disappointed, because he vaguely felt that as Deming's ace, the gap between his strength and Huang Dong was getting bigger and bigger.

If it were said, at first Hao Wenqi felt that he was still comparable to Huang Dong, and after the practice match with Sha Chang No. 9 Middle School, he already felt that Huang Dong was surpassing him.

Now, even Huang Dong's back was blurred. When Ren Shan might be the same as Huang Dong, a sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

But soon, Hao Wenqi cheered up again. After all, Huang Dong and him were teammates. With such a strong companion, he was still full of confidence in this year's league.

He comforted himself, "Yes, there is nothing to lose. This is my last chance to participate in the league this year. I should be happy to have a teammate like him. This year we will definitely be able to qualify in the provincial and municipal competitions and enter the inter-provincial competition!"

After eliminating the distracting thoughts in his heart, Hao Wenqi's eyes became clearer. He said to Huang Dong again, and this time his tone was full of firmness; "Leave the solemnity to me, and I will never let him get another point from me in the remaining minute!"

Huang Dong looked at him, then nodded, and said nothing more. The two of them went to guard the people they defended separately.

Zhuang Yan dribbled the ball across the midfield line and saw that the person who was defending himself changed back to Hao Wenqi. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said sarcastically: "I thought you really had to rely on one person to play the entire field. Hao Wenqi, I have surpassed you, you can't defend me!"

After hearing the solemn words, Hao Wenqi's expression did not change this time and only replied lightly, "Can you defend yourself? How can you know if you don't try it? There is still!"

After a pause, Hao Wenqi emphasized and continued: "If you want to surpass me, you can't just talk with your mouth! And I have surpassed myself before, don't underestimate me now!"

Seeing Hao Wenqi's changing expression, solemn frowned and he felt a vague feeling that Hao Wenqi in front of him seemed to be really different from just now.

But thinking too much is useless, the game continues, and the time on the off-field screen is still counting down, with 45 seconds left before the end of the first quarter, and there are only nine seconds left for the offensive time of Sha Changyi Middle School.

Swish—!

The ball was dribbled solemnly, he turned around and immediately changed direction, with a very fast intention to cut into the inside line.

But this time, Hao Wenqi followed his speed and did not allow him to make a breakthrough successfully. Moreover, not only that, at the moment of stopping the solemnity, Hao Wenqi quickly stretched out his hand.

Bang-!

The sound of his hand slapping the basketball sounded, just like what happened a few dozen seconds ago. After hearing this sound, the pupils of the solemn eyes suddenly shrank, and they looked down.

The ball in his hand was stolen again, but this time it was Hao Wenqi's steal, and there was no "ghost hand" appear. It was just that the ball was slapped off and the ball was slapped off so simply!

Swish—!

The moment the ball fell back in Zhuang Yan's hand, Huang Dong's figure moved quickly. When he almost left the boundary when he approached the sideline, he grabbed the ball with both hands in time and saved the ball.

However, when he turned around, Lu Zhen had already run to him and stretched his arms to block him at the sideline, not giving him a chance to move.

It is indeed difficult to move when you are trapped at the edge, because there is a line behind you, and the opponent is blocking you, so there is not enough space to break through. If you are not careful, you will be judged to step on the line and go out of the line.

Seeing that Huang Dong was unable to move in the arms of the ball, the other players of Deming wanted to go up and help, but were stopped by the people who were guarding Sha Chang No. 1 Middle School.

At the same time, Zhuang Yan shouted loudly: "Lu Zhen! Force him out of bounds! As long as the ball is still in our hands, we can maintain the lead in the first quarter!"

This is indeed true. There are only more than thirty seconds left before the first quarter. As long as the ball is in the hands of Sha Chang No. 1 Middle School, they will drag their time to play for 24 seconds. Even if they don’t score, it will be difficult for Deming to turn the tables in the remaining ten seconds.

The first quarter is coming to an end. In order to enter the next quarter with a lead, there is no brotherhood at this time.

Lu Zhen also looked serious. After hearing the captain's call, he obeyed the order and approached forward, preparing to force Huang Dong out of the field.

Crunch!

Huang Dong took the ball and took another step back. Now the heels are only a few centimeters away from the boundary line, so there is no way to retreat!

But the next second, a light flashed in Huang Dong's eyes, and the ball in his hand suddenly moved and smashed it downwards.
Chapter completed!