"Look at Yang Haichao's free throws!" Yang Shengdi felt that he had never paid so much attention to a person's free throws as he did today.

Yang Haichao stared at the basket and kept rubbing his hands on the ball, as if he could become one with the ball.

After exhaling a sigh of relief, Yang Haichao took a free throw.

"brush!"

"Very good! Yang Haichao made another free throw." Seeing that Yang Haichao made the first free throw, Fan Xiaowen felt a lot less worried.

"Look at Yang Haichao's second free throw!" After saying that, Wang Xiaowei's eyes followed the ball thrown by Yang Haichao.

"when!"

The ball bounced on the basket, but the hope of scoring was not lost.

In, in, in...

Yang Haichao anxiously muttered to himself.

Maybe the friction on the ball just a few times had an effect. The basketball seemed to sense Yang Haichao's desire to score. After wandering around the basket a few times, it finally fell into the basket!

"Good job!" Jiang Chao excitedly waved his fist. He was really tired of waiting for these two free throws.

"Return to defense quickly!" Yang Haichao shouted to everyone.

Wang Xiaowei wiped his eyes exaggeratedly, and then asked Yang Shengdi next to him: "Is that Yang Haichao I just saw?"

Yang Shengdi also pretended to be surprised and said: "I also suspect that this is a fake Yang Haichao. He made two such crucial free throws, but he was not arrogant and complacent?"

"Don't panic, we still have a two-point lead." Kong Xiangyu said to his teammates.

"Just kidding, why should we panic when we are ahead? They should be panicking!" Xie Yu said with a relaxed smile.

"We should have this mentality. Let's try to run out as much time as possible in this attack." Kong Xiangyu instructed.

Liu Xinghong brought the ball across half court and was not in a hurry to attack. Facing Yang Haichao's defense, he stood between the top arc of the three-point line and the midline.

There are still 47 seconds left for the game to end. If this attack time runs out, there are still 29 seconds left. This is quite an advantage for Group C.

"Yang Haichao, don't foul!" Fan Xiaowen reminded again, because at this time, it is more cost-effective to let the opponent score than to foul Yang Haichao.

Xie Yu set up a pick-and-roll, and Yang Haichao switched whenever there was a block, directly guarding Xie Yu who was off the ball.

"On the last goal, in Group C, only Xie Yu's offensive ability with the ball is the most trustworthy, so it will definitely be Xie Yu's offense." Dai Zhiguang said.

Sure enough, when Liu Xinghong saw Xie Yu running to the outside of the three-point line to catch the ball, he passed the ball over.

"The free throw just now was good!" Xie Yu said to Yang Haichao.

When Yang Haichao heard this, he bared his teeth and said, "That's for sure! Without me, we would be in limbo now."

"It's over, it's over! Yang Haichao is sick again!" Seeing that Yang Haichao was starting to become narcissistic on the court, Wang Xiaowei really felt like he hated iron.

Just be beautiful! You should cry after this ball!

The corner of Xie Yu's mouth raised slightly and he suddenly started. Yang Haichao was not slow to react and quickly followed up. However, due to the restriction of the foul, Yang Haichao kept a distance from Xie Yu, for fear of being called for a foul after physical contact.

If you don’t stick to me, I can’t stick to you?

Thinking of this, Xie Yu suddenly closed the distance between him and Yang Haichao.

Damn it! How come you are hiding from you and yet you still rely on me?

Yang Haichao was startled and quickly moved aside.

Ha, the opportunity has come!

Xie Yu just pretended to rely on Yang Haichao, but in fact he wanted to create a greater distance from Yang Haichao so that he would have more space to shoot.

Xie Yu one

He stepped back diagonally, got rid of Yang Haichao's defense, and calmly shot the mid-range shot.

"when!"

The ball hit the front edge of the basket. Zhu Liang overpowered Dong Yi to get the backcourt rebound, and then prepared to pass the ball to Yang Haichao.

"Holy shit, Xie Yu actually missed this shot!" Yang Shengdi couldn't believe that Xie Yu, as a shooter, actually missed the shot when faced with such a wide open shot.

Wang Xiaowei pursed his lips and said: "This is because Xie Yu was overused in singles at the beginning of the second half, which led to Xie Yu's physical decline at the last moment."

Yang Shengdi sighed: "It's true, the hidden dangers of the stadium will eventually be exposed! Damn it! What's going on?"

"Isn't this over?" Dai Zhiguang looked regretful when he saw the situation on the field.

Zhu Liang squatted on the ground in annoyance. He couldn't imagine what he had just done.

"The ball is out of bounds, group C." Song Tienan whistled.

"Zhu Liang, your fake move is so beautiful, you shook two teammates at once!" Dong Yi patted Zhu Liang on the shoulder and joked.

Yang Haichao also came over and said: "Brother Liang, what is going on with this ball? I need a reasonable explanation."

How do I explain this?

Zhu Liang had just struggled to get the rebound and was about to pass the ball to Yang Haichao. The moment he hesitated, he was afraid that if the ball was passed to Yang Haichao's hands, the opponent would deliberately foul Yang Haichao and let Yang Haichao make a free throw. As for Yang Haichao's free throw shooting percentage, he went to the free throw line to follow.

It was like a mistake. So Zhu Liangkong made a passing movement, but did not pass the ball. This action shook three people, Dong Yi, Yang Haichao and Jiang Chao.

Then when Zhu Liang passed the ball to Jiang Chao, Jiang Chao thought the ball had been passed to Yang Haichao. He didn't even look at Zhu Liang and just walked straight to the frontcourt, so the ball flew directly out of the boundary.

"Okay, it's okay. There is still time. Hurry up and defend yourself and make up for your mistakes." Fan Xiaowen came over and pulled Zhu Liang up, comforting him.

There are still 28 seconds left. As long as Group B can defend against this attack, there is still a chance to equalize or even turn defeat into victory.

"It's rare for you to give me such a big gift, so I accepted the ball with a smile!" Xie Yu said to Jiang Chao.

"Don't be complacent, you may not be sure of victory," Jiang Chao said with a pout.

"Let's see who can have the last laugh!" After Xie Yu said this, he saw Dong Yi come up to pick and roll, and used the pick and roll to move inside. Qiu Zhaohua on the side did not dare to be careless and hurried over to help defend.

Xie Yu wanted to pass to Kong Xiangyu, but Fan Xiaowen made up for it, and then looked for Zhang Linhai. Yang Haichao had also run over.

The defense is really tight!

Xie Yu searched for a circle but found no passer, and quickly withdrew from the three-point line.

"The attack time is running out!" Kong Xiangyu reminded.

Xie Yu quickly looked at the attack time. There were still 4 seconds left. Faced with the double-high defense of Fan Xiaowen and Zhu Liang, Xie Yu could only choose to retreat and force the shot.

"2"

"1"

"when!"

"4"

At this time, the players began to count down the time for the entire game.

This rebound is very important at this time. If Group C gets it, it has a high probability of sealing the victory. If Group B gets it, it will have a chance to continue the battle. However, all the inside players of Group B have gone outside the three-point line to defend Xie Yu.

"Holy shit, Yang Haichao can jump so damn well!"

"'Center Yang'!" Yang Shengdi said in shock at Yang Haichao's backcourt rebound.

Zhou Peiqiang, who was sitting at the technical desk, opened his mouth in surprise.

Why do I feel that Yang Haichao is the trumpet Rondo?

"3!" At this time, someone was still counting down the time for Group C.

"run!"

Yang Haichao roared and threw the ball forward in the air.

Unexpectedly, Fan Xiaowen got the ball first.

"2!"

I should give the opportunity to someone more confident.

This thought flashed through Fan Xiaowen's mind, but he didn't have time to take a closer look at who was coming behind him, so he passed the golfer over.

Holy shit! What kind of operation is this?

Everyone couldn't believe that Fan Xiaowen's last ball was passed to Zhu Liang who didn't even shoot.

"1!"

Zhu Liang didn't even think about it, but still subconsciously threw the ball hastily.

"when!"

"beep"

"The game is over. Group C won 51:49."

No one celebrated, every team member collapsed on the field. This game was really difficult.

After taking a rest, everyone stood up from the floor tiredly and walked off the field.

"Brother Xiaowen, you are not very particular! You took the blame in the last move!" Wang Xiaowei said to Fan Xiaowen.
To be continued...