The competition has just begun, Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School will be the next city first.

Fans on the audience are staring at Zhuang Yu, and want to know how Jiang Ning No.1 Middle School will still use color.

There are two people sitting on a back seat, one is fourteen or five -year -old teenagers, and the other is a man in his thirties. He has a pair of black -frame glasses, his hair is meticulous, and the temperament of intellectuals.

"Hey, it’ s just right to defend it, and it all rushed to his eyes. "The teenager had acne on the face of a Chinese character with a big mouth, and his mouth looked very happy.

"Intellectuals" said: "Uncle, Dongyuan Sanzhong Defense is so close.

"Intellectuals" rolled her eyes, and there was no good atmosphere: "You drew me, you don't know, can I know?"

"Hey ..." The teenager scratched his head and was not angry at all. He was trained by his own uncle.

This is a pair of uncle and nephew.

The teenager is Zhou An, who is fifteen years old this year, and is still in the third grade.

Although he is still a teenager, he is very high. He just sitting there is a head taller than the person next to him. The buttocks are full of chairs. There is no gap at all.

The "intellectual" of the narration is Zhou Zhiming, the younger uncle, and it is also very high, but it seems worse than the teenager next to it.

Today, Zhou Zhiming was ticked by his nephew, otherwise he had no time to run to see a high school league.

Although he did not give his nephew, Zhou Zhiming still explained: "That 7 should have a good shooting ability, but most of them can not only shoot."

"The defender pastes the body and does not let the No. 7 shot. Even if the 7th breakthrough, there are double towers in the inside, which can be made up at any time."

Speaking, he pointed to the field and said to the nephew: "You see the position of Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School, obviously to keep the inside, just want to nail the 7th."

Zhou An's nodded nodded, and asked, "How do you say that uncle said that 7 will fight?"

Zhou Zhiming laughed without answering, just said to the nephew: "Look at the ball first? Let's talk about this round."

... ...

On the court.

At first glance, Zhuang Yu also understood.

"For me, huh." Zhuang Yu snorted uncomfortably and raised a finger to signal the No. 1 tactics.

The so -called No. 1 tactics are the most basic two -person tactics. Zhuang Yu passed the ball to Xiao Qingyang, and then ran by himself. With the help of his teammates, he threw off the defender and found the opportunity.

I saw that Zhuang Yu took a circle along the inside line, threw off Liu Yuan with the help of Han Hui, and then returned to the outside.

Well!

Xiao Qingyang's ball came over, but Zhuang Yu took the ball but failed to shoot, because the opponent's big striker Li Chengke rushed up, and the defense was very timely.

Looking at Yuan Hui, at this moment Liu Yuan has rushed to Yuan Hui. Of course, Liu Yuan alone can't prevent Han Hui, where is the height gap? But there is a Yang Xu in the inside line, and Han Hui has no Yuan Feng.

Low technology, even if Zhuang Yu passed the ball, it is difficult for him to score.

"This defense is indeed not comparable to Qingpu Middle School."

Zhuang Yu frowned slightly, the opponent's defense was fast, and the defense adjustment was extremely fast. And Li Chengke, the big man, was not slow, and he could prevent it from the outside.

This defense alone is far superior to Qingpu Middle School.

At this time, shooting in front of Li Chengke is not the best option, nor is passing the ball to Han Hui, but there is another person.

Whoosh!

Zhuang Yu flicked one hand and passed the ball to Yuan Feng, who was at a 45-degree angle to the left and one step beyond the three-point line.

"Well done."

"This ball is passed beautifully. The center of Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School must guard the inside and cannot defend. This gives the center of Jiangning No. 1 Middle School a chance to shoot. It depends on whether he can make the shot."

Many people in the audience's eyes lit up.

Some people applauded the shot because they understood the situation on the court. Some people couldn't understand it, but it didn't matter, because anyone with eyes could spot that Yuan Feng had an open shooting opportunity.

Yuan Feng caught the ball, jumped up, and flicked his wrist.

With a "swipe" sound, the basketball fell into the net.

Seeing Yuan Feng's steady hit, the bench of Jiangning No. 1 Middle School immediately cheered. Yuan Feng's touch seemed pretty good today.

...

In the auditorium.

Zhou An also shouted hello and turned to look at his uncle. Zhou Zhiming said: "That No. 7 was still very calm-minded. He first played a set tactic. When he saw that there was no chance to make a move, he immediately thought that his center might be left empty.

The ball was passed."

"But if it were me, I would break through directly, and the 'two-person cooperation tactic' would be unnecessary."

After hearing what his uncle had said, Zhou An exclaimed, thought about it carefully, and said with admiration: "My uncle is still very good and insightful."

Snap!

Without warning, Zhou Zhiming slapped Zhou An on the head, and then said angrily: "If you don't study hard and can't use idioms well, won't you be embarrassed? That's called whipping into the inner, not penetrating into the inner."

Zhou An held his head and said: "Oh, don't hit me, I know it, uncle, I know it."

Several rounds passed in the blink of an eye.

In these rounds, the two sides went back and forth. Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School scored two goals with its inside advantage. On Jiangning No. 1 Middle School, Yuan Feng hit another mid-range shot. The score became 6:4. Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School scored two goals.

Yuan No. 3 Middle School temporarily leads by 2 points.

Judging from the situation on the field, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, with no one taking advantage, and the score was only two points apart.

Zhou Zhiming pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and said to his nephew: "The testing stage for both parties has passed, and we need to fight seriously."

Test?

Zhou An was stunned.

Zhou Zhiming explained: "Both sides were just testing, didn't you notice? Yang Yi, the ace player of Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School, didn't take any action. He just screened and rolled with the inside to let the two towers attack. In addition, although it had only been a few minutes,

But it can be seen that Zhuang Yu from Jiangning No. 1 Middle School is very fast, has sharp breakthroughs, has a strong sense of the overall situation, and has a good sense of passing. Judging from the opponent's defensive strategy against him, it is obvious that he is a powerful character, but he has not made a move.

What does it mean?"

Zhou An asked honestly: "What?"

Snap!

The young man received another slap. He shrank his neck and looked at his uncle aggrievedly: "Uncle, why did you hit me again?"

"The one I'm beating is you." Zhou Zhiming glared, "I've already analyzed it with you, what else do you ask me? Do you have no brain? Do you know how to think?"

"I'm thinking about it. By the way, uncle, how do you know that the guy from Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School is the ace, and you also know his name. And that No. 7, is his name Zhuang Yu?"

"Why do I have such a stupid nephew like you? I'll beat you to death." Zhou Zhiming almost went berserk. "Can't you hear the people around you talking about Yang Yi? Can't you see the name behind the No. 7 jersey? You're so angry.
Chapter completed!