C390 Perfection

There were only two minutes left in the fourth quarter, and the difference between class five and class seven had already been reduced to six.

In just a few minutes, Class 7 had been chased down by Class 5, and had lost a total of twenty points.

Originally, as the most important attacking point of Class 7, Wei Yingyang was unable to get a single point under Zhou Hao's defense.

The fourth round had continued until now, and he could only rely on the other four players to score. But aside from Wei Yingyang, the skills of the seventh class players were about the same as that of Tong Yaowen and the others in the fifth class.

In the entire fourth section, Class 7 only had a pitiful seven points, and that was while Zhou Hao was defending Wei Yingyang.

Compared to Wei Yingyang, who was unable to get a single point out of Zhou Hao's defense, Zhou Hao's attacks were unstoppable. Whether it was slapping the basket, throwing shots from the distance, or helping his teammates score points, the fifth class was able to force Class 7 to such an extent purely because of Zhou Hao.

At this moment, the basketball court was filled with students who had come to watch the match.

Seeing the brilliant performances of Zhou Hao and the rest on stage, they did not hold back from applauding, and at the same time, inquired about who Zhou Hao was.

"Zhou Hao, do your best! Class 5, do your best! "

Amongst them, Liu Shichao, Wang Xijun and the others were the most excited. Liu Shichao had even become the temporary leader of this group, commanding everyone to shout out their slogans.

The competition was very intense, one minute passed, and Class 5 got another seven points under Zhou Hao's lead, while Class 7 got another two points under the tight defense of Class 5. There was still one minute difference between the two classes.

There was only half a minute left, and the ball was still in Class 7's hands. Wei Yingyang moved the ball, at the same time, he directed his teammates to run away, and shouted loudly: "Slow down, slow down, don't disturb their tempo!"

He deliberately slowed down his pace, trying to buy as much time as he could. It would be best if he could complete his last attack so that Class 5 would not have the opportunity to turn the tables around. However, looking at Zhou Hao, Wei Yingyang's teeth itched with hatred.

Because ever since Zhou Hao arrived, he had been restricted by Zhou Hao and didn't even get a single point.

Holding the ball, Wei Yingyang stood outside the three-point mark. When there were only seven seconds left and the seventh squad had only a second left to attack, Wei Yingyang would raise both his hands and shoot at the three-point mark.

At this time, Zhou Hao ran over from the two divisions and lightly jumped in front of Wei Yingyang. At the same time, he reached out his right hand to cover his eyes.

Wei Yingyang laughed complacently, and deliberately jumped towards Zhou Hao's body that was in the air.

The expressions of all the players in Class 5 changed, because Wei Yingyang clearly wanted to beat Zhou Hao's foul in order to throw the free throw steadily. His hit rate was also very high.

Furthermore, the foul beyond the three points line would usually result in three free balls!

Even the referee was biting the whistle, waiting for Wei Yingyang and Zhou Hao's bodies to come into contact before blowing on the whistle.

Just when everyone thought that Zhou Hao was going to break the rules that was unavoidable, Zhou Hao's body agilely spun in midair and dodged to the side. Wei Yingyang obviously did not expect Zhou Hao to do such a thing in mid air, and also missed, in a moment he forgot to throw the ball, and landed on the ground, while Zhou Hao also steadily stood beside him.

"Beep —!" The referee's whistle sounded, but that was because Wei Yingyang did not touch Zhou Hao, and his actions had instead violated the rules.

"Yay!" The players of Class 5 and the students outside the stage all cheered excitedly. If Wei Yingyang's foul tactics were to succeed, Class 5 would not have another chance.

Tong Yaowen, on the other hand, passed the ball to Zhou Hao, who had already become the core of Class 5, and let him complete this final six seconds of attack.

However, the people of Class 7 had obviously predicted that Zhou Hao would be the core of their offense, so when Zhou Hao was halfway there, they immediately sent out two people to surround him.

Wei Yingyang was also one of the people holding Zhou Hao back. He shouted to his teammates: "Guard him! We have to guard against him! "

Under this situation, Zhou Hao was helpless, if he used brute force to knock them aside, it would become an offense.

Looking at the electronic clock on the wall, time passed second by second, there were less than three seconds left. Wei Yingyang and the rest of the players from Class 7 were extremely happy, because as long as they could hold on for one second, they would win.

However, Zhou Hao also saw Tong Yaowen standing three points away from him with no one defending, so he immediately threw the ball between Wei Yingyang and the other Class 7 player, who was holding him together, towards Tong Yaowen.

Seeing that, Wei Yingyang immediately roared: Quickly defend against him, he wants to vote for three points!

He himself immediately threw away Zhou Hao, and sprinted over a hundred meters towards Tong Yaowen. But at this moment, Tong Yaowen looked at his surroundings, and raised his hand, making a standard three-point shot.

Wei Yingyang had already run in front of him and extended his right hand to cover Tong Yaowen's eyes. Because he knew that it was impossible to cover his eyes with his hat, he could only take a step back to interfere with Tong Yaowen's accuracy.

He saw the basketball flying out of Tong Yaowen's hand, high up in the air, drawing a parabola. The players of Class 5 and Class 7 were all nervously looking at the basketball in the air.

At the same time, the digital clock on the wall ticked as well, counting down to three seconds … Two seconds...

However, when the basketball flew to the other side of the rebounding board, it clearly veered to the right and its distance from the basket became more and more deviated.

Wei Yingyang, who was similarly paying attention to the movements of the basketball, had an even brighter smile on his face. He could not help but shout out, "It's a third rate air ball! It's an air ball that's not touching at all! "

Everyone knew that the ball thrown by Tong Yaowen really couldn't even touch the rebounding board. The players of Class 5 already had a feeling of despair, while Class 7 held their breath as they looked at the basketball in the air and prayed in their hearts, "Don't go in! "Don't go in!"

Just when everyone's eyes were focused on that basketball in the air, a figure leaped into the air like a roc spreading its wings. He stretched out his right hand and steadily grabbed the basketball in the air, then fiercely smashed the basket in front of him.

"Beep —!"

The whistle sounded, the competition was over, and the basketball also fell from the basket, while the figure was still holding onto the basket, hanging on top of it, it was Zhou Hao!

It turned out that Tong Yaowen's last shot was not to throw the three-point ball, but to pass the ball, allowing Zhou Hao to complete the air relay this time!

Everyone looked towards the referee, because Zhou Hao had thrown the basketball into the basket at the very last second.

Under the nervous gazes of the spectators, the judge made a gesture with both hands, and on the scoreboard, the score for Class 5 was increased by two points, which meant that Zhou Hao's goal, which was in the air, was effective!

This was a perfect kill, at the very last moment, Zhou Hao killed Class 7!

The entire stadium was in an uproar, especially the players from Class 5, who excitedly rushed over to where Zhou Hao was lying on the ground and tightly hugged him.

Although today was their first time meeting, the surprise that Zhou Hao gave them was just too great. Under the situation where they were almost thirty points behind, in the last round of the competition, he led them to reverse the tables and finally won!

Zhou Hao also smiled at Tong Yaowen, "What a beautiful assistant."

"I knew your strategy when I saw your eyes." Tong Yaowen also smiled. On the field, other than individual exercise, the most important thing was the tacit understanding between the team members.

The students of Class 5 who were in the audience all ran into the arena, Liu Shichao even hugged onto Zhou Hao, "Zhou Hao, you're too powerful, you're really too powerful! Our class can get first place! "

Gao Jingyi also came to Zhou Hao's side. She looked at him with sparkling eyes, and then smiled lightly. "Congratulations."

Zhou Hao laughed and nodded, "It's all because of everyone, I just joined in the middle."

Situ Jianying smiled at Zhou Hao and said, "Luckily you entered the stage only recently in the last stage. If you had entered the stage from the very beginning, we would have definitely won against Class 7 and over thirty percent."

Liu Shichao immediately agreed, "That's right, it's not that you haven't seen Wei Yingyang's arrogant demeanor in the first three sections, just looking at it makes you unhappy. If you came, that guy wouldn't even have the chance to display it."

The other boys also nodded their heads. Originally, the forward in charge of defending Wei Yingyang also deeply agreed with him, because when Wei Yingyang was on his opponent's side, he often carried an insulting attitude and was extremely arrogant.

On the other hand, Wei Yingyang threw the towel that his classmates passed over to him to wipe his sweat onto the ground fiercely, and scolded angrily: "Damn it!" Then, he glared venomously at Zhou Hao, turned around, and left the gymnasium.

Next was the award ceremony, the first class five had fought all the way from the beginning of the preliminaries to the finals, and after obtaining the championship, with Wei Yingyang as the victor, the strongest class seven would belong to the first class five.

And the guest presenter was the new principal of Yining Middle School, as well as Wei Yingyang's father, Wei Yuanjun.

It was a middle-aged man with a medium build. The hair on his head had mostly been taken off, revealing his bald scalp. It was the typical Mediterranean hairstyle.

Wei Yuanjun, along with the other chairmen, sat on the guest seat and watched the entire competition from the side. Watching his son lose from the top scorer to the bottom scorer, he must have felt bad too.

Only, Zhou Hao could not see what was on his face, and instead wore a kind smile.

When Wei Yuanjun handed over the championship cup to Zhou Hao, he smiled at him softly and said: "Young lad, your ball skills are very good, very good."