He Lin raised his hand, intending to throw.
Then,
"Grass--"
Because he saw Lu Yibei come out as well.
The only option is to use a fancy turn first, in an attempt to outmaneuver the latter.
However, the latter still kept his center of gravity low, and his left-hand path was still detected.
He Lin passed the ball to the wing, who immediately threw it.
Blacksmithing.
But Jiangdian grabbed the offensive rebound and scored on the putback.
Although he still got the points, He Lin wasn't very happy.
Because the piece of chewing gum in front of him was sticking too tightly, and he had a strange, uneasy feeling about it.
He Lin had never seen Lu Yibei make a move before.
He will choose to defend against him, not because his firepower is too strong, but because he is not lethal.
As the ball controller and offensive core on the field, He Lin would definitely not be able to withstand the physical demands if he were to defend against an attacker like Qiu Cifeng—Qiu Cifeng himself is a cautionary tale.
…but.
He Lin stuck close to Lu Yibei to prevent him from suddenly shooting.
Lu Yibei did not directly pull out the pole again.
It is a breakthrough.
He Lin quickly retreated, but Lu Yibei did not rush in. Instead, he stepped back and took another mid-range shot.
The basketball went in through the net again.
He Lin: ! !
"I know how to deal with feints and step-backs, so of course I'll use them too."
Lu Yibei laughed and said, "I'll tell you a secret, the girl who broke Cheng Mingli's leg was the one I trained—"
"Shut up!!"
Cheng Mingli shouted again.
He Lin ignored all of that and yelled at Cheng Mingli as well:
"Just who is this kid?!"
Although it was upsetting to be spread rumors about by Bei Ge, He Lin's surprise at the time gave him a great sense of accomplishment as a member of the team.
"A substitute!"
Achievements aside.
The problem, however, remains unresolved.
…
After Qiu Cifeng's dunk, many people who were originally just there to watch the spectacle turned their attention to the game itself.
"Are they catching up?"
"Although that substitute number 10 is very strong, they can't stop our inside game, and the point difference is still around ten points."
"...We're almost at halftime."
Cheng Mingli looked at Qiu Cifeng on the bench.
Qiu Cifeng was panting, but he was still paying attention to the positioning of both teams on the field.
…and Lu Yibei, who kept cutting points to keep Jiangda alive.
He thought of the concerns his teammates from the same grade had before the competition.
Jiangda has a good lineup, but lacks firepower and can only rely on Qiu Cifeng. It would be better if they found him a middle blocker.
Judging from the current situation, a middle blocker has indeed been found.
I drew my sword and looked around, feeling lost and bewildered. The second attacker was none other than myself!
He clenched his fist.
Cheng Mingli glanced at him and asked:
"Ah Feng, in what ways do you think Brother Bei is better than you?"
"…without."
Qiu Cifeng wanted to stubbornly say that no one was better than him, but after thinking about it, he breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "His offense is very concise; he never dribbles more than five times on each offensive possession."
"Where does simplicity lie at its core?"
“…”
Qiu Cifeng didn't quite understand: "Running?"
Yes, but not entirely.
Cheng Mingli smiled and said, "To be precise, it's about letting your teammates do what they're supposed to do. Bei Ge can dribble too, but our point guard's specialty is dribbling. Although he might not be as good at dribbling as Bei Ge, that's still his strongest point, so Bei Ge lets him dribble. Lao Xu's specialty is three-pointers, but his three-pointers might not be as good as Bei's... oh, no, Bei Ge doesn't even have three-pointers. So Bei Ge lets him run along the baseline and wait for open shots. Even if Lao Xu misses the first few shots, he'll still pass when there's an open shot, because shooters need to touch the ball a lot to get their touch. Your strength is isolation, so Bei Ge lets you isolation—before, when we lacked defense, he filled in on defense; now that you're off the court, and we lack isolation, he fills in on isolation. Let your teammates do what they're good at, and then you do what your teammates aren't good at. That's what a core player should do—do you understand?"
Qiu Cifeng: ...
Cheng Mingli added, "I discussed it with Lao Xu before. After we step down, we will recommend you to be the team leader."
“…I’m only in first grade,” Qiu Cifeng said.
“I’ve also asked the second-year students, and they all think you’re a good fit.”
Cheng Mingli said, "I was also the captain in my freshman year, so what's the big deal? Our Computer Science basketball team never follows the rules—they can even find people from outside the team to play for us. Do you think it matters what year we're in?"
Qiu Cifeng was silent for a moment, then Cheng Mingli said:
"But there's still a long way to go in learning."
Qiu Cifeng remained silent for a while before finally speaking:
"Brother Bei is amazing, no wonder you like him so much, Team Leader Cheng."
"Hahaha."
Cheng Mingli's laughter had just subsided.
The halftime whistle blew.
Lu Yibei wiped the sweat from his brow with the collar of his jersey and led the rest of the team back to the bench.
There will be a 15-minute break this time, during which both cheerleading squads will come on stage for another dance, while the team members can get some rest.
"...Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lu Yibei noticed a change in Qiu Cifeng's gaze; the sharpness had turned into a hint of admiration... and still "sharpness."
Yes, the "sharpness" is still there, but it's not as deep as before.
Lu Yibei did not take Qiu Cifeng's outward hostility too seriously.
Since everyone was on the field, this guy, though a bit cold, was more polite than many others in normal times.
"I will play in the second half," Qiu Cifeng said.
Lu Yibei smiled and asked, "Have you rested enough?"
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