"Hu, Hu, Hu——!"

Looking at the time and scores on the big screen outside the field, Qian Kun's breathing became shorter and shorter. Although he did not cough anymore, something even more terrible happened, and he couldn't breathe.

He grabbed the clothes on his chest with his hands, supported his knees with his hands, bent over, lowered his head and said to himself: "It's just a flat... Huhu... hold on for a while... Huhu..."

Lu Zhen saw that Qian Kun was wrong, so he ran over quickly, bent down, and whispered in a low voice: "Senior Qian Kun, are you..."

But as soon as he spoke, Qian Kun grabbed his shoulder and straightened his waist, and whispered to him: "Don't let them see... Huhu... another goal... with another goal... we can overtake... Huhu... this is the final contribution I can make to the team... Huhu..."

Even though Qian Kun's face was already sweating, his face turned red, and his breathing was rapid, his eyes were still filled with a firm light.

Seeing Qian Kun like this, Lu Zhen was a little swaying. For a moment, he remembered the scene when he first met Huang Dong when he was in the United States.

But the game is still going on now, and it is not the time to recall the past. Lu Zhen nodded and ran towards the midfield position again, continuing to execute according to the formulated tactics.

Deming's ball rights, Hu Xu serves at the bottom line, Huang Dong comes directly to him and whispers to him: "Give me the ball and let me try again if I can break through him."

Hu Xu was slightly stunned and hesitated for a moment, but in the end he handed the player to Huang Dong.

After Huang Dong got the ball, he dribbled through the half-court, and then confronted Qian Kun, who was defending the ball again outside the three-point line.

With the ball in his hand and looking at Qian Kun who was in front of him, Huang Dong raised his mouth and showed a curve of smile;

"I really didn't expect that I would encounter so many surprises when I returned to China. I was getting more and more excited. This time, I must really break through you!"

Swish—!

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Dong's figure moved. This time he did not use the fancy moves of "Ghost Dribble" but instead changed left and right to backwards, and rushed straight at full speed at one start!

Because of the experience of the previous few fights, Huang Dong already understood that facing a speed-type opponent like Qian Kun, no matter how fancy the skills are, they are useless.

So, Huang Dong is planning to face off against Qian Kun head-on, so he uses speed to compete with him!

Huang Dong, who was at full speed, instantly broke through Qian Kun's side, but he knew that this was just the beginning.

Sure enough, after Huang Dong "breaked through" Qian Kun and took the first step, Qian Kun quickly turned around, chased him from behind, and stretched out a hand to slap the ball on the transported ball.

Qian Kun's steal is actually to take advantage of the opponent's relaxation at the moment after the breakthrough, and then relying on his extremely fast speed, he reached out to steal the ball from behind with lightning speed.

This move is really similar to removing the bench. It is all stealing behind the opponent's back, but to do it, it requires extremely high skills and extraordinary speed.

With this move, Qian Kun practiced it many times and worked hard. It happened that he had the talent for speed, so few people could avoid his steal in front of him.

However, this time, Qian Kun's steal failed. His speed failed to keep up with Huang Dong, and his outstretched hand also grabbed the space.

When he realized that he was losing his eyes, Qian Kun's pupils suddenly shrank. He didn't expect his steal to fail, but he immediately reacted, did not give up, and continued to move his legs and chase after him.

Looking at Huang Dong's back right in front of him and the balls that were constantly rigging in his hand, Qian Kun gritted his teeth and held his breath and chased at full speed.

In his heart, he kept saying to himself: "Hurry up! Faster! You'll only be able to hit the ball if you're just a little bit... I must help the team overtake the score... This is the only thing I can do..."

But, just as he stretched out his hand again, watching the ball that Huang Dong got closer and closer, at a certain moment, he plopped—!

Qian Kun only felt that his heart was tightly held by an invisible hand, and suddenly squeezed out all the blood in his heart.

The next moment, his movements came to an abrupt end. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to breathe, but could not breathe. Then, his whole body began to tremble violently, and then he began to lean forward due to the inertia of forward rushing.

Plop—!

Until he fell heavily to the ground, his hand stretched out could not touch the ball that Huang Dong had transported.

At the same time as Qian Kun fell to the ground, there was also the sound of Huang Dong jumping up and laying a layup.

Bang, bang, bang...

After the basketball entered the frame, it fell to the ground, and the bounces gradually stopped several times. The players and the surrounding audience also stopped and silenced.

Because, they all saw a player lying on the ground on the court, holding his chest tightly with his hands tightly, curling up in pain.

"Senior Qian Kun!"

Lu Zhen, who was in the midfield position, shouted first, then ran over quickly. Then, the coach of the rest area of ​​Shachang No. 1 Middle School outside the court, saw that Qian Kun was lying on the ground, and realized what was going on, and quickly shouted: "No! Qian Kun's asthma is off! Get the medicine!"

However, the audience in the surrounding audience was not clear about Qian Kun's situation. After a brief silence, they couldn't help but talk;

"What's wrong with him? It seems that No. 11 of Deming didn't meet him, right? I think he fell to the ground by himself."

"Yes, I didn't see anyone touching him, just that he suddenly fell to the ground. Do you want to pretend to be a foul?"

"No! I don't look like it! You see his face, it's red and purple. How could he pretend to be like this? Could it be... he has any physical illness?"

A few viewers guessed that Qian Kun might have had some disease. Soon, the coach of Shachang No. 1 Middle School took the medicine in his hand and ran into the field, stuffed it into Qian Kun's mouth, and sprayed it twice.

After spraying the medicine, Qian Kun took a deep breath and finally could breathe, but his condition was particularly poor, lying on the ground, looking completely exhausted.

Huang Dong walked over and asked hesitantly: "What's wrong with him? Is it... it's my reason?"

Lu Zhen raised his head and looked at Huang Dong, shook his head and said, "This doesn't matter to you. Senior Qian Kun has congenital asthma. Once you have excessive exercise, it will be induced."

Hearing this, Huang Dong couldn't help but feel shocked. When he looked at Qian Kun lying on the ground, his eyes were filled with respect.

If you have asthma, you can still play basketball, and on the court, it is not inferior to other players, or even better. This is something that deserves respect.

Especially Huang Dong is a person who loves basketball so much, so he even respects Qian Kun even more.

When Qian Kun was lifted up by medical staff on a stretcher, he saw the score on the big screen off the field, 72 to 74, and said with difficulty but full of guilt;

"I'm sorry... I still couldn't help the team overtake the score... I can't continue to contribute to the team in this game..."

Lu Zhen's eyes were wet and said to him word by word: "Your spirit has made the best contribution to the team! Next, I will bring you your share to win this game!"
Chapter completed!