Chapter 389: Perfect lore

Chapter 389: Perfect Lore
There were two minutes left in the fourth quarter, and the difference between Class 5 and Class 7 had been reduced to six points. In just a few minutes, squad 7 was bitten and chased by squad five, losing a full 20 points. Wei Yingyang, who was originally the most important offensive point of the seventh squad, could not get a point under Zhou Hao's defense.
The fourth quarter has continued until now, and I can only rely on the other four players to score. However, except for Wei Yingyang, the skills of the players from Class 7 and Tong Yaowen from Class 5 are between the same level. It is said that throughout the fourth quarter. Here, the seventh class only scored a poor seven points, which was obtained while Zhou Hao went to defend Wei Yingyang.
Compared with Wei Yingyang, who was defended by Zhou Hao and couldn't get a point, Zhou Hao's offense was unstoppable. For dunks, long shots, or assists for teammates to score, Class 5 could push Class 7 to At this point, Zhou Hao's contribution is entirely due.
At this time, the audience on 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 court, they did not hesitate to applaud, and at the same time they asked who Zhou Hao was.
"Zhou Hao, come on! Class 5, come on!"
The students from Class 5 were excited to cheer Zhou Hao and the players from Class 5. Among them, Liu Shichao, Wang Xijun and Situ Jianying were the most excited. Liu Shichao even became the temporary captain of the cheerleader team of Class 5, directing everyone to shout slogans.
The game was very fierce. More than one minute passed. Class 5 scored another seven points under Zhou Hao's leadership. Class 7 also scored two points very difficultly under the tight defense of Class 5. The difference between the two classes was still One point left!
Only half a minute left is not enough, the ball is still in the hands of Class 7. I saw Wei Yingyang dribbling the ball while directing his teammates to move, shouting loudly: "Slow down, play slower, don't disrupt their rhythm!"
He deliberately slowed down the speed, so he had to delay as much as possible, and it is best to complete the last offensive, so that Class 5 has no chance of reversal. However, looking at Zhou Hao over there, Wei Yingyang was itchy with hatred. Because after Zhou Hao arrived, he was tightly controlled by Zhou Hao, and he didn't even get a point.
Standing outside the three-point line with the ball, and when there were only seven seconds left, and only one second left in the seventh squad's offensive time, Wei Yingyang raised his hands and seemed to be 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 stretched out his right hand to cover his eyes. However, Wei Yingyang smiled triumphantly and deliberately ran into Zhou Hao's body that had jumped into the air.
The faces of the players in the fifth class changed drastically, because Wei Yingyang clearly wanted Zhou Hao's foul to make himself free throws, and his serve percentage was also very high. Moreover, these fouls outside the three-point line often get three free throws!
Even the referee over there is already biting the whistle, as long as Wei Yingyang and Zhou Hao's body come in contact, it will sound immediately.
Just when everyone thought Zhou Hao was going to commit an inevitable foul, they saw Zhou Hao's body circling in the air very sensitively and avoiding it. Wei Yingyang obviously didn't expect Zhou Hao to be able to do it in the air. With this kind of action, he was also emptied, and in a daze he forgot to throw the ball, 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 did not touch Zhou Hao and his actions caused a walking foul.
"Yeah!" The players of Class 5 and the students outside the court cheered excitedly. If Wei Yingyang's foul tactics were successful this time, Class 5 would have no chance.
After the kick-off, Tong Yaowen passed the ball to Zhou Hao, who had become the core of the fifth class, and let him complete the last six seconds of offense. However, the 7th class obviously expected Zhou Hao to be the core of the offense, so when Zhou Hao walked through halftime, he immediately separated two people to double-team Zhou Hao.
Wei Yingyang was also one of the teammates who doubled Zhou Hao. He shouted to his teammates: "Defend him! We must stop him!"
Under this double-team, Zhou Hao was also a little helpless, if he smashed them with brute force, it would become an offensive foul. Looking at the electronic clock on the wall over there, time elapsed every second, and only less than three seconds were left, and Wei Yingyang and the players from Class 7 both showed joy, because as long as they held this one, They are about to win.
Zhou Hao also saw Tong Yaowen who was standing outside the three-point line unguarded, and immediately threw the ball between Wei Yingyang and another Seventh squad player who doubled him, and passed it to Tong Yaowen.
Upon seeing this, Wei Yingyang shouted immediately: "Hurry up and stop him, he is going to shoot three points!"
He himself immediately left Zhou Hao aside and rushed towards Tong Yaowen at a speed of 100 meters. At this time, Tong Yaowen looked around, raised his hand and jumped up to make a standard posture for a three-pointer.
Wei Yingyang had already ran up to him and stretched out his right hand to cover Tong Yaowen's eyes, because he knew that blocking shots was no longer possible at this time, so he had to go back 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 from 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 are beating, and the time is counting down, three seconds...two seconds...
However, when the basketball flies to the backboard, it obviously leans to the right, and it deviates more and more from the basket.
Wei Yingyang, who is also paying attention to basketball trends, has a stronger smile on his face, and can't help shouting: "It's a three-non-stick air ball! It's a three-non-stick air ball!"
Everyone knows that Tong Yaowen's ball really couldn't even touch the rebound. The players in Class 5 already felt desperate, while Class 7 held his breath and looked at the basketball in the sky, praying uncontrollably: "Don't enter! Don't enter!"
Just when everyone’s eyes were focused on the basketball in the air, a figure jumped into the air like a Dapeng spreading its wings, stretched out his right hand to firmly grasp the basketball in the air, and fiercely moved towards the front basket. The basket fell.
"Beep--!"
The whistle sounded, the game was over, and the basketball fell from the net pocket of the hoop, and the figure still grabbed the hoop, hanging on it, it was Zhou Hao!
It turns out that Tong Yaowen's shot just now was not a three-pointer, but a pass, allowing Zhou Hao to complete this aerial relay!
Everyone looked at the referee because Zhou Hao smashed the basketball into the basket at the last second.
It was seen that the referee made a gesture with both hands under the nervous gaze of everyone, and on the scoreboard, the score of the fifth class added two points. In other words, Zhou Hao's air relay goal was effective!
This was a perfect lore. At the last moment, Zhou Hao took the seventh class!
The whole stadium was boiling, especially the fifth class players, excitedly rushed to Zhou Hao who fell back to the ground, and hugged him tightly. Although it was their first meeting today, Zhou Hao gave them too much surprise. After being nearly 30 points behind, in the last quarter of the game, they led them to reverse the game. Finally, Won the game!
Zhou Hao also smiled at Tong Yaowen and said, "What a beautiful assist."
"I see your eyes, and you know your strategy." Tong Yaowen also smiled. On the court, in addition to personal athletic ability, the most important thing is the tacit understanding between teammates.
The students from Class 5 who were originally in the audience also ran into the arena, and Liu Shichao hugged Zhou Hao even more, "Zhou Hao, you are so amazing, really amazing! Our class can win the championship. !"
Gao Jingyi also came to Zhou Hao, looked at him shiningly, and then smiled slightly, "Congratulations."
Zhou Hao smiled and nodded, "It's everyone's credit, I just joined in midway."
Situ Jianying smiled at Zhou Hao: "Fortunately, you only played in the last quarter. If you played at the beginning, we would definitely win the seventh class by more than 30 points."
Liu Shichao also immediately agreed, "That is, you didn't see the arrogance of Wei Yingyang in the first three quarters, and it was uncomfortable to look at it. If you came, that guy would have no chance to play."
The other boys also nodded. It turned out that the power forward who was in charge of defending Wei Yingyang was also very impressed, because when Wei Yingyang confronted him, he was often insulting and very arrogant.
On the other hand, Wei Yingyang handed over the towel to wipe his sweat from his classmate and threw it to the ground, and yelled angrily: "Damn!" Then he gave Zhou Hao a bitter look before turning around. He left the gym.
The next step is the awards. The fifth grade of high school has been killed all the way from the preliminary round to the current final. After winning Wei Yingyang, after the strongest grade seven of high school, the throne of this champion is returned to the fifth grade. The class is all.
The guest of honor was the new principal of Yuning Middle School and Wei Yuanjun, Wei Yingyang's father.
I saw that this was a middle-aged man with a medium build. The hair on the top of his head was almost taken off, revealing a bald scalp, 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 game. Watching his son go from the big lead to the final one point defeat, he must be in a bad mood. However, Zhou Hao couldn't see what was on his face, instead he still had a kind smile on his face.
When Wei Yuanjun handed over the championship trophy to Zhou Hao, he smiled at him in a low voice: "Young man, your skills are very good, very good."