Duan Shuce immediately felt like his tail was stepped on. He put his arm around Ning Xiwan's shoulders in a demonstrative manner and raised his eyebrows at Ye Qingliu in the field.
Ye Qingliu looked away expressionlessly and quickened his pace to defend.
"Childish!" Ning Xiwan slapped his hand away.
The game was intense. Ye Qingliu was like a stern commander on the court, playing efficiently and calmly.
He is not greedy for credit, but rather uses precise long passes to tear through the defense, uses just the right pick-and-roll to create opportunities for his teammates, and uses keen prediction to steal the ball again and again.
His presence makes the No. 1 Middle School team run like a precision instrument.
No. 2 Middle School was repeatedly thwarted by Ye Qingliu's defense. Zhao Lei's vaunted physical play was rendered useless by Ye Qingliu's nimble footwork and precise anticipation. He became increasingly impatient, his movements becoming distorted and his fouls increasing.
At the end of the first half, the score was 42:28, with No. 1 Middle School leading by 14 points.
Ye Qingliu walked towards the bench, his forehead covered with sweat, his breathing steady. Bai Zhiye immediately met him, handing him an unscrewed thermos cup (with warm, lightly salted water) and a clean white towel.
Ye Qingliu took it and whispered "thank you" in a gentle voice.
Hua Jinyue also squeezed over and chattered to express her admiration.
Ye Fanshuang stood a few steps away, watching Bai Zhiye wipe Ye Qingliu's sweat and Hua Jinyue circling around him, a suppressed undercurrent beneath the ice in her eyes. In the end, she didn't move forward.
Ning Xiwan breathed a sigh of relief, seeing her son being well taken care of. Duan Shuce curled his lips and, like a magic trick, pulled out a glass of water and handed it to Ning Xiwan: "Here, my Wanwan is thirsty too, right?"
The situation changed suddenly in the second half.
The defensive intensity of No. 2 Middle School increased sharply, and the double-teaming of Ye Qingliu was almost brutal, with large movements and full of provocation.
The referee was a little hesitant when blowing the whistle and did not call penalties for several obvious instances of hitting and shoving.
During a scramble for a rebound under the basket, Zhao Lei took advantage of the referee's blind spot and secretly used his elbow to hit Ye Qingliu's ribs!
"Ugh!" Ye Qingliu groaned, staggered half a step, and his face turned pale in an instant.
"Qingliu!" Bai Zhiye stood up suddenly, all her gentleness faded away, leaving only tension and anger.
"Brother!" Hua Jinyue screamed.
"Damn it!" Duan Shuce cursed.
Ning Xiwan's heart suddenly tightened, and her eyes were as cold as a knife.
The referee only signaled for a fight for the ball!
A hint of pride flashed across Zhao Lei's face.
Ye Qingliu covered his ribs with his hands, his brows furrowed, and cold anger burned in his gray-blue eyes.
He suppressed his emotions, indicated that he was fine, and returned to the game.
The situation is getting worse. The actions at No. 2 Middle School are becoming more and more serious, and the small actions are constantly happening.
The referee was lenient and even called a false offensive foul on Ye Qingliu! The players of No. 1 Middle School were emotionally affected, making more mistakes and the score was narrowed.
During a timeout, Bai Zhiye walked up to the coach with a serious expression, whispered something quickly, and pointed in a direction on the court. The coach's expression changed.
In the audience, Ning Xiwan also noticed something unusual - the substitute guard from No. 2 Middle School who had been in contact with Ning Yunmeng was leaning next to the referee to "ask for advice", but his hand was secretly stuffing something into the referee's pocket.
"Fuck! Black whistle!" Duan Shuce cursed.
Ning Xiwan's eyes turned completely cold. She took out her phone and quickly edited a message.
The timeout ended. Second Middle School capitalized on a controversial free throw call, narrowing the gap to five points! Zhao Lei made one and proudly gestured provocatively toward the No. 1 Middle School bench.
The morale of No. 1 Middle School is low.
At this moment, Ye Qingliu took the initiative to ask for the ball. He stood in the backcourt, his eyes sweeping across the court, finally landing on the corner of the opposite stand where Ning Yunmeng was hiding, his eyes as cold and sharp as a hawk.
He dribbled across half court, facing a fierce double-team from Zhao Lei and another person, but did not pass the ball.
Lowering his center of gravity, he dribbled the ball between his legs continuously, his rhythm changing unpredictably! Zhao Lei was shaken to the point of losing his balance!
Seizing the instantaneous flaw! Ye Qingliu made a sharp crossover change of direction, forcing his way through the gap between the two again! His speed increased to the extreme, like a blue lightning that tore through space, rushing straight to the basket!
The tall center of No. 2 Middle School roared and rushed forward to block the shot!
At a critical moment! Ye Qingliu soared into the air! Demonstrating incredible core strength in mid-air! Leaning his body back to its limit, almost parallel to the ground! Holding the ball in his right hand, he flicked his wrist gently!
Extreme pull-back!
The basketball drew a beautiful arc, passed over the center's fingertips, brushed the backboard, and gently went into the net!
The ball goes in! The whistle blows! 2+1!
The referee finally called a foul!
"BOOM!!" The stands of No. 1 Middle School went completely wild! The suppressed emotions erupted like a volcano!
"Ye Qingliu! MVP!" The shouts were deafening!
Ye Qingliu fell to the ground, but stood up neatly with one hand. He rubbed his sore shoulder, walked to the free throw line with an expressionless face, and made the free throw!
The score difference was back to 8 points! More importantly, this morale-boosting 2+1 was like a shot in the arm! Zhao Lei had already committed 4 personal fouls! He was substituted!
When Zhao Lei left the field, his face turned ashen and he kicked the bench chair hard.
Ning Yunmeng was in the corner, his face twisted under his sunglasses, his fists clenched.
The tempo of the game returned to the control of No. 1 Middle School. Although Ye Qingliu was closely guarded, he used his open vision and precise passes to continuously supply his teammates with ammunition.
Yizhong scored in multiple areas and the score gap widened again.
With three minutes left, No. 1 Middle School was leading by 15 points, securing victory. No. 2 Middle School called in their substitutes.
At this moment, another mutation occurred!
A newly-acquired substitute from No. 2 Middle School, during an insignificant defensive return, deliberately rammed Ye Qingliu, who was running towards his own half! His actions were brutal, completely directed at him!
Ye Qingliu was caught off guard and was knocked off balance!
"Be careful!" Bai Zhiye screamed!
Hua Jinyue covered her eyes in fright!
Ye Fanshuang stood up suddenly, his eyes icy cold!
Just when everyone thought Ye Qingliu was about to fall, a slender figure rushed down from the front row of the audience like a cheetah! It was so fast that only an afterimage was left!
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