fictionpage Did you see it in Chapter 139?
Did you see it in Chapter 139?
Class 8 attacks, and the ball is passed to Zhou Jie.
He held the ball beyond the three-point line, dribbled twice, changed direction to get past Zhao Qihang, and drove to the free-throw line.
Chen Xu stepped forward and blocked his way.
Zhou Jie paused for a moment, then jumped.
Chen Xu also jumped up, stretching out his arms.
The two collided in mid-air, and the ball flew out of Zhou Jie's hands, hit the backboard, and bounced back.
Chen Xu's hand landed on the ball, and with a "smack," the ball was hit on the ground and rolled out of bounds.
The referee blew the whistle for out of bounds, and Class 8 gained possession.
Zhou Jie stumbled slightly when he landed, but regained his balance and glanced at Chen Xu.
That look in his eyes was different from before; it wasn't mockery, it was seriousness.
Zhao Qihang ran over and patted Chen Xu on the back. "Great hat!"
Chen Xu didn't say anything and ran back to defend.
At the end of the first half, the score was tied at 21-25.
Class 4 is 4 points behind.
Class 8's offense was suppressed, but Zhou Jie was still difficult to defend, scoring 15 points by himself.
Chen Xu grabbed 8 rebounds and blocked 3 shots.
Song Huan scored 9 points, all of which were three points.
Zhao Qihang had 4 assists, but also 3 turnovers.
The wind changed at the start of the second half.
It wasn't real wind, but the kind of air you get on a sports field.
The positions of the players in Class 8 have changed; Zhou Jie is no longer playing point guard and has been moved to shooting guard.
He received the ball outside the three-point line, faced Zhao Qihang, dribbled twice, changed direction, passed him, and drove in in one step.
Chen Xu came up to help, he stopped abruptly, and jumped to shoot.
The ball was flicked from the fingertips, its trajectory low, and it bounced off the backboard and into the basket.
Zhou Jie ran back without looking at anyone.
Zhao Qihang dribbled the ball once and passed it to Song Huan.
As Song Huan dribbled past half-court, Class 8's defense pressed him tightly, with two players following him to prevent him from receiving the ball.
He passed the ball to Zhao Qihang, who broke in but was blocked, so he passed it out.
The ball spun around in the hands of several people before finally ending up in Chen Xu's hands.
Chen Xu was under the basket, double-teamed, and forced to jump.
The ball bounced off the rim but didn't go in.
Class 8 grabbed the rebound and launched a fast break.
Zhou Jie received the ball in the frontcourt, took three steps and made a layup, which went in.
The score gap has widened again.
The students in Class 4 started to panic. They passed the ball too quickly, their catches were unstable, and they made one mistake after another.
Zhao Qihang dribbled the ball across half-court and was forced to the sideline. Unable to pass the ball, he jumped up to find someone, but was touched by someone from Class 8, and the ball flew out of bounds.
Class 8 has possession of the ball.
Zhou Jie held the ball at the top of the arc, dribbled it twice, and glanced at the basket.
Chen Xu stood under the basket, his hand raised.
Zhou Jie took a step, stopped abruptly, and jumped.
Chen Xu rushed forward, but it was too late.
The ball was flicked from Zhou Jie's fingertips, arcing high, and bounced into the back of the rim.
Someone on the bench of Class 8 stood up and applauded.
Zhao Qihang dribbled the ball across half-court, this time he was steady, slowed down, and waited for his teammates to get into position.
He glanced at Song Huan, who was making a run along the baseline, using Chen Xu's screen to shake off the defender and circle out.
Zhao Qihang passed the ball to Song Huan, who caught it, and the players from Class 8 rushed towards them.
He didn't shoot, but dribbled once and passed to Chen Xu under the basket.
Chen Xu received the ball, turned around, and jumped.
The center from Class 8 jumped up to block him, but he switched the ball to his left hand and hooked it.
The ball spun around the rim and rolled in.
When Chen Xu landed, he bumped into someone from Class 8. That person took a step back but didn't fall.
Chen Xu glanced at him and ran back to defend.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the sidelines, clutching Song Huan's coat, her eyes fixed on the court.
She used to not understand basketball and thought, "What's so interesting about a group of people chasing a ball?"
Now she knows.
What's interesting isn't the ball, it's the person.
He runs, he catches the ball, he passes, he jumps to shoot.
She didn't dare take her eyes off her for a moment, afraid of missing something.
Time is passing.
The scoreboard showed the numbers for Class 4 and Class 8 alternating.
35比32，35比34，37比34。
Class 4 pulled away, but Class 8 caught up.
They pulled away, then caught up again.
Like a saw, pulling back and forth, neither side will let go.
Two minutes left.
Zhou Jie received the ball in the backcourt, dribbled it across half-court, and Class 8 slowed down their pace.
He dribbled the ball at the top of the key, glanced at the scoreboard, and then at the timer.
After a couple of dribbles, he suddenly pulled up and threw.
He took a big step beyond the three-point line, the ball flew out of his hands, arced very high, paused for a moment at its highest point, and then fell.
It hit the backboard and bounced into the basket.
37 is better than 37!
The bench of Class 8 exploded.
The score is tied!
Some people jumped up, some threw towels, and some shouted.
Zhou Jie stood outside the three-point line, his hand still raised, glanced at Class 4's basket, and then turned and ran back.
Xiao Yunqing's heart clenched.
Zhou Shan glanced down at her watch, her voice low.
"Time is running out."
Xiao Yunqing remained silent, staring at the court.
Lu Xu sat on the steps, his water glass not turned off properly, the water sloshed and spilled onto the back of his hand.
He didn't wipe it; he just looked at the field.
Ding Xun sat down next to him, arms crossed, and said, "Your class can't keep up with the stamina."
Lu Xu did not respond.
Zhao Qihang dribbled the ball across half-court, his hands shaking slightly.
He passed it to Song Huan, but Song Huan was sandwiched between two people and couldn't pass it out.
He took two steps, was forced to the sideline, and jumped up to look for someone.
Chen Xu was being guarded under the basket, while Zhao Qihang was being watched on the other side.
He threw the ball towards the basket with more force.
Chen Xu ran over to catch it, but missed. The ball slipped from his hand and was picked up by someone from Class 8.
It instantly turned into a fast break by Class 8.
The ball flew from the backcourt to the frontcourt, passing in just two hands.
Zhou Jie received the ball at the center line, with no one in front of him.
He took one step, two steps, three steps, and then jumped.
He slammed the ball into the basket with one hand, causing the basket frame to wobble and creak.
37:39.
Overtaken!
The students from Class 8 rushed over, patted Zhou Jie on the shoulder and back, and someone jumped onto his back.
Zhou Jie broke free from the crowd and ran back. As he passed the fourth class's substitute bench, he glanced at it.
Without saying a word, he ran back.
No one spoke from Class 4's side.
Zhao Qihang stood with his hands on his hips and his head down.
Chen Xu stood under the basket, looking at the scoreboard.
Song Huan stood near the center line, hands on her hips, panting.
The students from Class 4 on the sidelines fell silent. Some covered their faces, some stared at the floor, and some stared intently at the scoreboard showing 39.
Ding Xun smiled. "Looks like our class won."
Lu Xu didn't say anything, tightened the cap on his water glass, and placed it on his lap.
He looked at the court, at the figure standing near the center line.
Zhao Qihang served from the baseline, and the ball was passed to Chen Xu.
Chen Xu caught it, but couldn't get it, and glanced ahead.
The players from Class 8 had retreated to defend, while the players from Class 4 had taken their positions in the frontcourt, but time was ticking away.
Less than half a minute left.
Chen Xu threw the ball forward.
"Song Huan!"
The ball flew out from the backcourt, arcing across the center line and over the heads of two players from Class 8.
Song Huan caught the ball two steps outside the three-point line and landed.
Zhou Jie yelled, "Keep an eye on him!"
The students from Class 8 rushed forward, two of them, one on the left and one on the right.
Song Huan took a step, moved to the right, changed direction, and then moved to the left.
The defender was faked out and lost his balance.
He took a second step, accelerated, and passed between the two men.
Third, he gathered the ball and stood outside the three-point line.
The space in front of me is empty.
He jumped.
Raise your hand, press down with your wrist, and flick the ball from your fingertips.
The arc was high, spinning in the sunset, slowly flying towards the basket.
The stadium fell silent.
Everyone's eyes followed the ball.
The students from Class 8 stopped and turned to look.
The students in Class 4 stood up and looked up.
Zhao Qihang stared with his mouth agape, while Chen Xu raised his hand.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the sidelines, holding her breath, her eyes fixed on the ball.
The ball is falling.
It hit the back of the rim, bounced up, and then fell back down.
It spun around the basket once, then twice.
The whistle blew.
The ball rolled into the net, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and rolled to the sideline.
The entire room fell silent for a second.
Then cheers erupted from Class 4.
"The Three Musketeers are awesome! We three are truly awesome!"
Zhao Qihang was the first to rush over, grabbing Song Huan and clinging to him.
"Awesome!"
Chen Xu also ran over, and the three of them bumped into each other, almost causing Zhao Qihang to fall.
Students from Class 4 rushed onto the field from the sidelines. Some shouted, some jumped, some clapped, and some held their heads in disbelief.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the sidelines, grabbing Zhou Shan's hand and shaking it vigorously, "Did you see that? Did you see that!"
Zhou Shan's glasses nearly fell off from her dazzling gaze. "I saw it! I saw it!"
Xiao Yunqing released his grip, stood there, and looked at the person on the field.
He was held by Zhao Qihang and Chen Xu as he struggled out of the crowd, his hair disheveled and his school uniform T-shirt torn askew.
Lu Xu stood up, unscrewed the water glass, took a sip, and screwed it back on.
He glanced at Ding Xun beside him, his tone flat.
"It seems like you guys lost."
Ding Xun sat there, the smile still on his face, but it had frozen.
He looked at it for two seconds, then stood up and dusted off his pants.
Without saying a word, he walked off the field.
Zhou Jie stood on the court, hands on his hips, looking at the scoreboard.
40:39.
The ball rolled from the sideline, hit his shoe, and stopped.
He glanced down, bent down to pick it up, held it in his arms, and walked towards the sidelines.
He took two steps, stopped, and looked back.
The students from Class 4 were still on the field, surrounding Song Huan and hugging each other, shouting something that was hard to hear.
He turned back and left.
His teammates followed behind him, but no one spoke.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he dodged away.