Li Wenjun tried to interfere, but to no avail. Li Wenyong attacked and scored.
The score gap narrowed to one point again.
Li Wenjun got the ball and approached the three-point line. This time, No. 3 on the black team ran to Li Wenjun in advance to prevent No. 3 on the red team from blocking Li Wenyong again.
But in this way, the red team's No. 3 will have no one to defend.
Li Wenyong secretly cried out.
Sure enough, Li Wenjun didn't hesitate for a moment and passed the ball to the red team's No. 3.
The red team's No. 3 drove straight in, fast broke to the basket, and scored again.
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If this kind of tug-of-war continues, the Jingxia team will lose the game by one point or three points.
Black Team No. 3 was extremely annoyed, but received a secret gesture from Li Wenyong: Hold on. Don't panic.
Li Wenjun got the ball again, and the black team No. 3 stared at the red team No. 3.
Li Wenjun stopped. No. 3 on the red team wanted to block Li Wenyong for him again. Li Wenyong estimated Li Wenjun's position and went around the basket, but No. 3 on the red team followed Li Wenyong as if he had eyes on his back.
Li Wenyong bumped his shoulder unceremoniously, and Zheng Yuehua flew out with a groan, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled on the ground in pain.
Li Wenjun took the opportunity to turn around and pull the ball in.
The referee was busy blowing the whistle.
Li Wenjun hurriedly ran over to check on Zheng Yuehua: "How are you?"
Zheng Yuehua grinned: "The fall didn't hit any vital points." But his knees and elbows were broken, and blood was oozing out now.
Li Wenjun pursed his lips: Li Wenyong is very barbaric, but even according to international practice, it is not a foul. Because Zheng Yuehua deliberately blocked it.
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The two referees discussed for a moment and decided not to call a foul and the game continued.
The members of the red team surrounded Zheng Yuehua and looked at Zheng Yuehua with a fearful and pitiful look.
Zheng Yuehua screamed in horror: "Oh no, don't look at me like that. The look in your eyes makes me feel like I'm dead and lying in a coffin, and you're holding a memorial service for me."
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Although Zheng Yuehua said it didn't matter, and then put a piece of gauze on it and went straight on, his movements were obviously not as flexible as before.
Li Wenjun knew that the "pick and roll" trick was useless, and Li Wenyong had already found a way to solve it.
Because the shooting percentage of other teammates is not enough, they can only block but not remove.
But the game only lasted three minutes, and it was over after one defense and one attack. The red team has three points more than the black team. If they can guard against this, they can win.
The other party should be anxious now.
Li Wenjun estimated that they would extend the attack, score three points, and strive for overtime.
Sure enough, when Li Wenyong got the ball, Li Wenjun was blocked by Black No. 3, preventing him from getting closer.
Li Wenyong shot from the three-point line. At that moment, Li Wenjun passed Black No. 3, crouched slightly, and jumped into the air.
"Wow!"
The audience on the sidelines exclaimed.
Li Wenjun was originally half a head taller than Li Wenyong, with amazing jumping ability. He stretched out his hands as if he could reach the sky directly.
"Snapped"
The ball Li Wenyong just shot was knocked out of the air by Li Wenjun and went outside the court.
"I'll go, this is awesome."
"Is this okay? It's amazing."
"That's awesome. It can all be destroyed."
Someone from the Black Team muttered.
Not to mention that none of them can do this action, they can't even imagine that anyone can do it.
Li Wenyong looked stunned and stunned, staring at Li Wenjun who fell from above his head: When did he have such a terrifying ability? If Li Wenjun could find a suitable position at two points just now, he would basically be unable to Shooting...
The referee has never seen anything like this, but it does not affect the decision. The ball went out of bounds after being touched by Li Wenjun. Li Wenyong served again from the sideline where it went out of bounds, and then held the ball to attack the three-point line.
Before Li Wenjun could move, Black Team 3 hit him directly in the stomach with an elbow. The referee did not see it. Li Wenjun endured the pain and walked around Black Team 3. A few steps away from Li Wenyong, he took off again and knocked the ball out of bounds.
If it was a coincidence just now, now it's all about strength.
The final alarm suddenly rang.
The referee blew the whistle vigorously: "The game is over. 47:44, the red team wins. Congratulations to the comrades in the maintenance workshop."
The cheerleaders of the red team have been quiet since just now, holding their breath for fear that some noise will distract the players.
After all, this game is different from other games in that it changes rapidly.
At this moment, like a burst balloon, they suddenly cheered together: "Win! That's great."
Li Wenjun squatted down and held his ribs.
The red team members and cheerleaders rushed forward, lifted Li Wenjun, threw him into the air and caught him again.
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Li Wenyong looked lonely, looking up at the ball frame motionlessly.
It has been 7 years, since he became the captain of the basketball team of the Jingxia team at the age of 18, they have never lost.
Unexpectedly, he would lose to his younger brother when he thought his physical condition was at its peak.
Although they resorted to any means, they still could not resist Li Wenjun's ever-changing moves.
The key is to lose the championship and lose the qualification to lead the mining team to participate in basketball games in the provincial capital.
His dream of leading the team to a provincial championship or even a national championship was extinguished before it even got off the ground.
This is the most uncomfortable thing for him.
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"Captain." No. 3 of the black team called Li Wenyong with a cry.
Li Wenyong woke up as if from a dream, lowered his head, glanced at the depressed and sad brothers in front of him one by one with a calm gaze, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I couldn't lead everyone to win the championship."
Black No. 3 came up and hugged Li Wenyong and cried bitterly: "They are so bad."
Others cried too.
"That's right, no one can play like this. It's too bullying."
"Li Wenjun is a monster. Can a normal person jump that high?"
Li Wenyong suddenly felt a little ironic.
In previous years, other teams would cry and then scold them like this.
I never imagined that they would be the ones crying in the finals this year.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but the corners of his eyes were so sour that they felt like they were about to burst. He clenched his back teeth hard to force back the tears.
There will be an award ceremony later, so he can't lose his grace by crying, which will make people laugh.
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The work in the mining area has always been supervised by Deputy Mine Manager Guo, who is in charge of production, so he also awards awards. Li Wenjun didn't know where he went, but it was Zhang Aihua who accepted the award for the maintenance team.
Deputy Mine Manager Guo first presented the award to the third technical school team, and then presented the award to Li Wenyong.
When Li Wenyong saw Deputy Mine Manager Guo, he felt even more guilty and frustrated.
Deputy Mine Manager Guo handed him the runner-up trophy and whispered: "It doesn't matter, it's just the difference between a gold trophy and a silver trophy. We have already won six, let others win one too. And Li Wenjun just told me privately Yes, his victory was purely due to opportunism and luck. The strength of their team is far inferior to yours. His prestige is also not as good as yours. So I suggest that you be the captain and be responsible for organizing the team to participate in the provincial basketball game. I think, his The suggestion was very pertinent, so I accepted it.”
