Supreme Stock God

1There were only two minutes left in the fourth quarter, and the difference between class five and class seven was reduced to six.     1

    

In just a few minutes, class seven was being chased by class five and lost twenty points.    

    

Wei Yingyang, who was originally the most important attacking point in class seven, was not able to get a single point under Zhou Hao's defense.    

    

From the fourth quarter until now, he could only rely on the other four players to score. However, other than Wei Yingyang, the players in Class 7 were on par with Tong Yaowen and the others in Class 5.    

    

In the entire fourth quarter, Class 7 only had a pitiful 70% score. They had to take advantage of the time when Zhou Hao went to defend Wei Yingyang.    

    

Compared to Wei Yingyang, who could not even get a single point from Zhou Hao's defense, no one could block Zhou Hao's attack. He either dunk, shot from afar, or helped his teammates score points. It was Zhou Hao's credit that Class 5 was able to force Class 7 to this extent.    

    

At this moment, the audience seats of the basketball court were filled with students who had come to watch the battle.    

    

Seeing Zhou Hao and the others' wonderful performance on the court, they were not stingy with the applause. At the same time, they asked who Zhou Hao was.    

    

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

    

The students in Class 5 cheered for Zhou Hao and the players in Class 5 excitedly. Among them, Liu Shichao, Wang Xijun, and Situ Jianying were the most excited. Liu Shichao even became the temporary captain of this Class 5 cheerleading team, directing everyone to shout slogans together.    

    

The game went on very intensely. More than a minute passed. Class 5 got another seven points under Zhou Hao's lead. Class 7 also got two points with great difficulty under the tight defense of Class 5. There was still one point left between the two classes!    

    

There was only half a minute left, and the ball was still in the hands of Class 7. Wei Yingyang could be seen moving the ball. At the same time, he directed his teammates to run. He shouted loudly, "Slow down, slow down. Don't let their rhythm be messed up!"    

    

He deliberately slowed down so that he could buy as much time as possible. It would be best to finish the last attack so that Class 5 would not have the chance to turn the tables. However, looking at Zhou Hao on the other side, Wei Yingyang's heart was filled with hatred.    

    

Because ever since Zhou Hao arrived, he had been tightly restrained by Zhou Hao and did not even get a single point.    

    

Holding the ball, he stood outside the three-point line. When there were only seven seconds left, and there was only one second left for Class 7 to attack, Wei Yingyang raised both of his hands. It seemed like he was going to throw three points.    

    

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

    

Wei Yingyang smiled proudly and wanted to jump into the air and crash into Zhou Hao.    

    

The faces of the players in Class 5 all changed because Wei Yingyang clearly wanted to beat Zhou Hao's foul to make him throw a free ball steadily. His shooting rate was also very high.    

    

Moreover, the fouls outside the three-point line were usually able to get three free throws!    

    

Even the referee on the other side was biting his whistle. As long as Wei Yingyang and Zhou Hao's bodies came into contact, he would immediately blow it.    

    

Just when everyone thought that Zhou Hao would inevitably break the rules, they saw Zhou Hao's body agilely turn in the air. He dodged to the side. Obviously, Wei Yingyang did not expect Zhou Hao to make such a move in the air. He also missed the ball. In a daze, he forgot to throw the ball. He landed on the ground just like that, and Zhou Hao stood steadily beside him.    

    

"Beep, beep, beep!" The referee blew his whistle, but because Wei Yingyang did not touch Zhou Hao, his movements caused him to violate the rules.    

    

"Yay!" The players from Class 5 and the students outside the stadium all cheered excitedly. If Wei Yingyang's foul tactic succeeded this time, Class 5 would not have a chance anymore.    

    

After Tong Yaowen started the game, he passed the ball to Zhou Hao, who had already become the core of Class 5, so that he could complete the last six seconds of attack.    

    

However, the people of Class Seven had also expected Zhou Hao to be the core of the attack. Therefore, when Zhou Hao passed through half the match, they immediately sent two people to trap him.    

    

Wei Yingyang was also one of the people who trapped Zhou Hao. He shouted to his teammates, "Guard him! Guard against him!"    

    

Under this pincer, Zhou Hao could do nothing about it. If he used brute force to push them away, it would be a violation of the rules.    

    

Looking at the electronic clock on the wall, time passed second by second. There were less than three seconds left. Wei Yingyang and the players from Class 7 all had happy expressions on their faces. As long as they could hold on, they would win.    

    

Zhou Hao also saw that there was no one guarding Tong Yaowen outside the three-point line. He immediately threw the ball between Wei Yingyang and another player from Class 7, passing it to Tong Yaowen.    

    

When Wei Yingyang saw this, he immediately shouted, "Quick, defend against him. He wants to throw three points!"    

    

He immediately threw Zhou Hao aside and ran towards Tong Yaowen at a speed of 100 meters. At this time, Tong Yaowen looked around and raised his hand to jump into a standard three-pointers position.    

    

Wei Yingyang had already run to him. He reached out his right hand to cover Tong Yaowen's eyes. He knew that he could no longer cover himself, so he could only take a step back and interfere with Tong Yaowen's accuracy.    

    

The basketball flew out of Tong Yaowen's hand and drew a parabola in the air. The players from Class 5 and Class 7 on the court looked nervously at the basketball in the air.    

    

At the same time, the numbers on the electronic clock on the wall were also jumping. The time was also counting down. Three seconds. . . Two seconds. . .    

    

However, when the basketball flew to the side of the rebound, it was obvious that it was flying to the right, and it was getting further and further away from the basket.    

    

Wei Yingyang, who was also paying attention to the basketball's movement, also had a smile on his face, and could not help but shout out, "It's an air ball that doesn't touch anything! It's the air ball that doesn't touch three times!"    

    

Everyone knew that the ball thrown by Tong Yaowen could not even touch the rebound. The players of Class 5 already had a feeling of despair. Class 7 held back his anger and looked at the basketball in the sky. He kept praying in his heart: "Don't go in! Don't go in!"    

    

Just as everyone's gaze was focused on the basketball in the sky, a figure leaped into the sky like a roc spreading its wings. It stretched out its right hand and firmly grabbed the basketball in the air, and fiercely smashed it into the basket in front of it.    

    

"Beep, beep, beep!"    

    

The whistle sounded, and the match ended. The basketball also fell from the basket's net, and the figure still grabbed the basket and hung on it. It was Zhou Hao!    

    

It turned out that Tong Yaowen's previous throw was not a three-pointer, but a pass, allowing Zhou Hao to catch the ball in the air!    

    

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

    

Under everyone's nervous gazes, the referee made a gesture with both hands, and then. . . On the scoreboard, Class 5's score was increased by two points. In other words, Zhou Hao's catch in the air was effective!    

    

This was a perfect killer move. At the last moment, Zhou Hao killed Class 7!    

    

The entire gymnasium boiled up. Particularly the players from Class 5. They excitedly rushed to Zhou Hao's side, who had fallen to the ground, and hugged him tightly.    

    

Although today was their first meeting, Zhou Hao had given them too many surprises. When they were almost thirty points behind, he had led them to turn the tables in the last quarter of the game, and they had won the game in the end!    

    

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

    

"I saw your eyes and I knew your strategy. " Tong Yaowen also smiled. On the court, apart from personal sports, the most important thing was the tacit understanding between teammates.    

    

The students of Class 5 who were originally in the audience also ran into the court. Liu Shichao even hugged Zhou Hao and said, "Zhou Hao, you are too amazing, really amazing! Our class can win the championship!"    

    

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

    

Zhou Hao smiled and nodded. "It's all thanks to everyone. I just joined midway. "    

    

Situ Jianying smiled at Zhou Hao and said, "Luckily you only went on stage for the last quarter. If you went on stage right from the beginning, we would definitely win more than 30 points from Class Seven. "    

    

Liu Shichao also immediately echoed, "That's right, that's right. You didn't see Wei Yingyang's arrogant manner in the first three segments and it made you unhappy. If you came, that guy wouldn't have the chance to play at all. "    

    

The other boys nodded in agreement. It turned out that the big vanguard who was in charge of defending Wei Yingyang also agreed with him. This was because when Wei Yingyang confronted him, it would always be insulting and boastful.    

    

On the other side, Wei Yingyang threw the towel that his classmate handed him to wipe his sweat onto the ground and cursed angrily, "Damn it!" Then he gave Zhou Hao a resentful look before turning around and leaving the gymnasium.    

    

Next was the award ceremony. Grade Five and Five had fought all the way from the preliminary round to the finals. If they won, Wei Yingyang would be in charge. After Grade One and Seven, which was originally the strongest class, the throne of the champion would belong to Grade Five and Five.    

    

The guest of the award ceremony was the new principal of Yining Middle School, and also Wei Yingyang's father, Wei Yuanjun.    

    

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

    

Wei Yuanjun had been sitting in the guest seats with the other directors. He had also seen the entire process of the competition. Seeing his son take the lead from the big score to the last point and lose, it must not be easy for him.    

    

However, Zhou Hao could not see what was on his face. Instead, there was a kind smile on his face.    

    

When Wei Yuanjun handed the championship trophy to Zhou Hao, he smiled at him in a low voice, "Young man, your tennis skills are very good, very good. "