chsdbacks Chapter 106
Chapter 106
He looked into Zhao Lei's eyes.
Then he dribbled past his opponent—not towards the basket, but at a 45-degree angle to the right.
Zhao Lei caught up with him.
Lin Feng stopped abruptly and jumped to shoot.
The ball is released.
They're in.
"Eleven to nine."
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled the ball up the court to run down the clock.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
He broke through—Lin Feng fouled him.
"Defensive foul. Two free throws."
Zhao Lei stands at the free throw line.
The first free throw went in. Twelve to nine.
The second free throw—went in again. Thirteen to nine.
Zhao Lei is leading by four points.
Lin Feng serves.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, beyond the three-point line, and took a shot.
Goal!
Thirteen to ten.
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled the ball up the court to run down the clock.
Breakthrough—Lin Feng committed another foul.
"Defensive foul. Two free throws."
Zhao Lei stands at the free throw line.
The first free throw went in. Fourteen to ten.
The second free throw—the ball hit the rim and bounced out.
Lin Feng grabbed the rebound.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and stood outside the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stepped up to defend.
Lin Feng dribbled past his opponent—to the right, a sudden stop, a change of direction, to the left—Zhao Lei caught up. Lin Feng changed direction again, to the right—Zhao Lei tripped and fell forward.
Lin Feng jumped and shot.
The ball is released.
They're in.
"Fourteen to eleven."
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt.
Fourteen to eleven.
He was still leading by three points.
One more point and we'll win.
He took a deep breath and broke through—Lin Feng closed in, his arms outstretched and his steps quick.
Zhao Lei stopped abruptly and jumped to shoot.
The ball is released.
It hit the rim, bounced, but didn't go in.
Lin Feng grabbed the rebound.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and stood outside the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stepped up to defend.
"There are still two points left," Zhao Lei said. "You can't catch up."
Lin Feng didn't speak.
He looked into Zhao Lei's eyes.
Then he dribbled past his opponent—to the right, stopped abruptly, crossed over, and dribbled to the left—Zhao Lei followed. Lin Feng changed direction again, to the right—Zhao Lei swayed slightly.
Lin Feng jumped, three points.
The ball is released.
Everyone in the stands held their breath.
The ball spun in the air, tracing a high arc—
It hit the rim.
I flicked it once.
It was played again.
It rolled in.
"Fourteen to twelve."
Zhao Lei stood on the field, hands on his hips, panting heavily.
He looked at Lin Feng.
That kid was standing outside the three-point line with his hand raised.
Then he lowered his hand, turned around, and walked back to the back field.
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt.
Fourteen to twelve.
He was still leading by two points.
One more point and we'll win.
He took a deep breath and broke through—Lin Feng closed in.
Zhao Lei stopped abruptly and jumped to shoot.
Lin Feng jumped up to block the shot.
Reach your hand as high as possible.
The fingertip touched the ball.
The ball went astray and bounced off the rim.
Lin Feng landed, turned around, and grabbed the rebound.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and stood outside the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stepped up to defend.
"Fourteen to twelve," Zhao Lei said. "You're still two points behind."
Lin Feng looked at him.
Then he dribbled past his opponent—to the right, his first step was quick. Zhao Lei caught up. Lin Feng stopped abruptly, crossed his arms, and dribbled to the left—Zhao Lei caught up again.
Lin Feng did not change direction again.
He jumped directly and shot a fadeaway jumper.
Zhao Lei jumped too.
Both of their hands were stretched out as high as possible.
The ball flew out between the two hands.
The curve is high.
Everyone in the stands stood up.
Cheng Yuxin stood at the front, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide open.
The ball is spinning in the air.
It hit the backboard.
It bounced into the basket.
"Fourteen to thirteen."
The stands fell silent for a second.
Then someone shouted, "Good shot!"
The man in the gray cotton-padded jacket stood up and clapped.
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