Chapter Five Hundred and Forty Third Equal Division

Cai Bin nodded... Cai Dong of course agreed with Zhang Yu's opinion, who made his class's bench lineup look so weird. But Cai Bin also expressed doubts about Zhang Yu's statement that he was not tired. He felt that Zhang Yu might just be doing it for face, and was embarrassed to say that he was a little tired. Although the speed of Zhang Yu's improvement in basketball is very exaggerated, it is difficult for him to imagine. But Zhang Yu never exercised and only liked to sleep, Cai Bin knew that too. So from the beginning to the end, Zhang Yu's physical strength has always been a concern for Cai Bin.

Before the start of the game, Cai Bin also repeatedly demonstrated Zhang Yu's physical problem. It seems that in order to unleash Zhang Yu's full combat power, he must have enough time to rest. And he also just used the stage of the peripheral competition to see what level Zhang Yu's physical strength can reach. As for Fatty Wu! Nor can it be completely ignored. Who made his class have no other substitutes except this fat guy. After the performance, the necessary waste upgrade activities are still one of the problems that need to be solved urgently in the team.

Thinking of this, Cai Bin immediately made a gesture. After the whistle, he explained to the referee his request to replace a player... And the fat man Wu Jie also looked helpless, took Zhang Yu's place, and started the first time in his life. A formal basketball game.

Zhang Yu rested, and Wu Jie stood next to the fourth class center... Wu Jie's height compared to his opponent, he didn't have any advantage, and he was even at a slight disadvantage, which made the opponent's center feel a lot easier.

Originally, according to Cai Bin's consideration, Fatty Wu's height should replace Jiang Shuai's position. But Wu Jie is overweight after all, so he can't run a lot, and it's even more impossible to play Jiang Shuai's position. Therefore, the entire team has only the center position, which is more suitable for Wu Jie's current situation.

After Wu Jie came into play, the Golden Triangle of Class 12 was immediately broken.

Wu Jie doesn't have the defensive power of Zhang Yu at the basket, so he can only make do with it.

As a member of the school team, Wang Shuai was naturally sensitive to discover that due to the personnel adjustment of Class 12, the power of offense and defense was greatly reduced immediately.

Wang Shuai knew that the opportunity was coming, and re-energized his spirit... In the following time, Class 4 used his speed advantage to repeatedly attack the frontcourt of Class 12. After scoring consecutively, the team's momentum gradually increased.

Wu Jie's stamina dropped rapidly, and he couldn't run anymore. In the end, he almost used it to walk, and the opponent's center also became the focus of the opponent's attack... Seeing this, Cai Bin had nothing to do. After thinking about it, there was more Zhang Yu was not replaced.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class... The first half of the game just ended, and the two teams drew at midfield.

Everyone in Class Twelve returned to the rest area, sat down to rest, and drank some water at the same time... And Wu Jie was so tired like a dead dog, he sat down on the ground and lay down, panting like a dying fish .

Zhang Yu smiled and looked at Wu Jie, who was lying on the ground, and said, "Fatty! How do you feel?"

Wu Jie gasped one after another, sweat on his face as if it was raining, and said weakly, "Boss! Please, don't let me go. I'm about to vomit blood and die!"

"Hehehehe!" When everyone in the surrounding Class Twelve heard this, they burst into laughter...

Cai Bin showed a helpless expression, looked at Zhang Yu, and said, "Squad leader! It seems that Fatty is dying. How are you resting? Can you top the game in the second half?"

Zhang Yu said: "It's okay! I'll come in the second half."

Cai Bin also knows that no matter what Zhang Yu said is true or false, he can only listen to it seriously... Jiang Shuai sat on the ground, also panting, and said, "My physical strength is not good either! I'm too tired. Maybe not anymore!" Speaking of this, he looked at Wu Jie on the ground, and said, "Fatty! I'll hold on for a while in the second half, you'll take ten minutes for me in the middle, and I'll finish. Okay?"

Wu Jie, who was lying on the ground, almost spat blood when he heard this.

Angrily said: "Fuck! I can't move at all, can I still crawl on you?"

When Jiang Shuai heard this, he let out a whimper and fell to the ground weakly, not wanting to move at all.

Cai Bin looked at Jiang Shuai and then at Wu Jie, feeling helpless in his heart... It seems that the biggest crisis in his class is not the level of basketball, but the problem of physical strength. Thinking of this, he said: "Jiang Shuai! You can hold on for a while, we can slow down the rhythm. Fatty is really bad!"

Jiang Shuai, who was lying on the ground, could only helplessly "Yeah!"

...

Feng Shaohua and Guo Zixian came to the playground together by taking advantage of the opportunity after class...they planned to see Zhang Yuban's score! When the two came to the sidelines, they saw that the two teams were now 20 to 20. Not to mention that the score was not high, it was still a draw.

Feng Shaohua looked at the rest area of ​​Class 12 and said unexpectedly, "I didn't expect Zhang Yu to be a player too!"

Hearing this, Guo Zixian also looked at the rest area of ​​Class Twelve, and found that the two were lying on the ground. The rest of them didn't know what they were talking about, but they seemed to have normal expressions... Guo Zixian sneered: "Squad leader! It seems that the basketball level of Zhang Yu's class is not very good. After half-time, he was exhausted like a dead fish! I think Zhang Yu's guy is a telephone pole at all.

Feng Shaohua nodded and said, "I plan to teach that bastard a lesson in the next game! But I'm afraid it won't be that day when I come to see their class now."

Guo Zixian said: "There's nothing you can do! Who made them low level. It seems that we can only wait for the game to end and put more effort on the campus online."

Feng Shaohua nodded... The rest time was over, the referee blew his whistle, and the second half of the game officially started.

The first is the fourth class serve!

Before the end of the first half, Wang Shuai led the players to finally recover the score, and his mood was much better. But Wang Shuai knew that this was not the full strength of the 12th class, nor did it mean that his class was about to turn over. Because Zhang Yu, the core member of Class 12, did not play. Only after Zhang Yu came on the field, the golden combination of Class 12 could exert enough power.

Wang Shuai also knew that physical strength was the shortcoming of Class 12. If your own class wants to defeat Class Twelve, it must take advantage of speed to completely tear through the defense of Class Twelve, and at the same time consume a lot of their physical strength.

The second half started... The fourth class quickly served and then advanced to the front court.

Wang Shuai had already given orders that all players must increase their running area and movement speed, and they must squeeze the last bit of physical strength from the 12th class.

Wang Shuai kept slapping the ball, waiting for any possible opportunity... The players of the fourth class ran around quickly, making an attacking appearance.