It's the same fast break tactic again.

Lu Yibei chased after Qiu Cifeng, the two running towards each other's baskets from half a court apart.

He Lin accelerated past Lu Yibei, cutting off their passing lanes.

Qiu Cifeng was already waving at the basket on the opposite side.

But Lu Yibei stopped in his tracks:

"—I won't give it to you!"

He Lin: ?

Lu Yibei passed the ball to Xu Changhe, who was rushing over from behind.

He stood outside the three-point line and jumped to shoot again.

Clang.

Blacksmithing.

Fortunately, Qiu Cifeng managed a putback dunk under the basket.

Lu Yibei: ...

Xu Changhe: "...Brother Bei, you did it on purpose. You said dunking is cooler."

Lu Yibei slammed his knee into Xu Changhe's buttocks.

…

Jiangda scored five points in one go.

He Lin inexplicably thought of the sentence he had said to Lu Yibei before.

—If Qiu Cifeng has an extra middle blocker, then Xu Changhe will also become more difficult to deal with if he has an open space.

In fact, this very statement proved prophetic.

Jiang Da still couldn't do anything about Jiang Dian's big C. Even when Lu Yibei jumped to interfere with his high-arcing shots, Jiang Da still had a high accuracy rate.

However, Jiangdian not only found Qiu Cifeng, who could pass the ball, difficult to deal with, but also had to worry about Xu Changhe, who could run out of space at any time, in addition to Lu Yibei, who could cover for positions everywhere.

…and those shouts of “Ah Feng, run!”

However, Jiangdian had a significant advantage earlier, and even though they were now at a disadvantage, they still fought tooth and nail with their opponents until the last moment of the fourth quarter.

65-66.

It's Jiangda's ball possession.

Cheng Mingli urgently called a pause.

…

"Holy crap, that was the game-winning shot!"

Xia Li was shocked. As a heroine who both plays and watches basketball, she certainly knew how common game-winning shots were in real matches.

This game featured both dunks and game-winning shots.

Many students who had come just for the fun of it all subconsciously held their breath.

Everyone's eyes are fixed on the basketball players who are taking to the court.

Who will take this game-winning shot?

"Just one point short."

Hao Zhangwen held up two fingers and said to the people around him, "Laobei's mid-range shot is very reliable. I think there's a high probability that he'll come to shoot."

“Source God, what do you think?” Pan Pan asked.

"I don't know anything."

Wen Yuan rolled his eyes: "But that Rukawa Kaede's breakthrough is very sharp, and there's enough time, I think he'll shoot—"

"asshole."

Pan Pan yelled, "You actually don't believe Brother Bei! Go back and write me a 20,000-word self-criticism!"

"But precisely because of the two-point difference, they might give up the three-pointer, and the probability of Vice Captain Xu being able to win is quite high."

Xia Li, as a professional, uses professional analysis.

She instinctively glanced at the fox beside her: "What do you think?"

Li Si grasped his cheek with his palm and gently squeezed it, as if he were thinking.

Then, seemingly casually, he pointed.

"You don't understand football," Xia Li mocked.

"What should we bet on?" Li Si asked with a smile.

"Sister Qingqian? Do you think my brother will vote?"

Shen Jingyi asked the woman beside her who knew her brother best in a soft voice.

Ji Qingqian remained silent, staring at Lu Yibei's retreating figure.

As if sensing the burning gaze behind him, Lu Yibei turned his head to look at him.

He smiled, humming a little tune as he jogged over.

"Senior Lu! Who's going to shoot the last ball?!" Chu Chu asked quickly.

"Shut up, is that something you can ask?"

Ma Jiaojiao said she doesn't know much about basketball, but she knows that such a crucial last shot, which could determine life or death, must be kept secret.

Otherwise, if someone hears them and shouts a warning before they make a move, their current tactics will be completely useless!

Lu Yibei raised an eyebrow at Chu Chu:

"Why don't you vote for me?"

Chu Chu:…

She grumbled and mumbled, "If you can't make the shot, then you can expect me to laugh at you until the New Year."

"Can you guess?" Lu Yibei asked Ji Qingqian.

Ji Qingqian quietly shook her head.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Lu Yibei smiled and said, "It's almost time. I'm going to finish the last round. Wait for me."

Ji Qingqian nodded again.

Lu Yibei continued humming a song as he left.

Hao Zhangwen listened to Lu Yibei humming, and after a moment of stunned silence, he couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap!"

Zhao Xun asked, "What?"

"The melody that Lao Bei hummed was 'Sirius'."

"What?"

The Chinese translation is "Sirius".

"…Then?"

"This piece also has a more famous nickname - Jordan's Invasion Theme."

Hao Zhangwen said, "He was the opening act for the Chicago Bulls in the 1990s!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xun also cursed aloud:

"Damn! This is outrageous!"

"Then it must be Lao Bei who makes the final throw?"

"It's hard to say, because—"

I don't know if it's just a smokescreen.

Hao Zhangwen didn't finish speaking.

Lu Yibei entered the field along with his four teammates.

First, Qiu Cifeng dribbled the ball and advanced the ball.

Fifteen seconds to go.

When he got beyond the three-point line, there were only ten seconds left.

"ten!"

Qiu Cifeng started moving, and without any extra movements, he accelerated past the flank of the opposing number 9!

"Nine!"

Qiu Cifeng is already near the free throw line!

"Qiu Cifeng definitely has to make the final play! He's the top scorer of the game, accounting for a third of Jiangda's points!"

Two big men are surrounding the free-throw line to block him!

"eight!"

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