Chapter 82: Or should I give it a try!

  With less than a minute left in the game, the score was 68-61. Guoshang Class 2 still maintained a seven-point lead.

  "What are we going to do now? The opponent has obviously strengthened their defense against our breakthrough, and the shooting is not feeling good either, with a low hit rate. More importantly, time is running out."

  Just then, Wu Cheng, who had been called over, appeared with a face full of sweat and his head hung low, saying to Qian Hao and the others.

  "It's not fair to give up like this. You haven't seen the arrogant look on those guys from Guo Shang Class 2, it's really annoying!" Liang De Shan shouted with a face full of discontent.

  Young and vigorous, the desire to win is naturally strong. Moreover, just now when playing ball, they were also provoked and despised by their opponents, so it's even more unbearable to admit defeat like this.

  "But what can we do? We're now on defense, but it's hard to defend against them. Attacking is also difficult! The only stable point, Qian Hao, is being heavily guarded by the opponent, and even getting a pass is tough. And our outside shots aren't working..." Fang Zishang wiped the sweat from his face.

  "If it doesn't work out, I'll try with all my might to make a breakthrough and see if I can get in." said Zhang Dongcheng.

  Qian Hao curled his lip, "You still want to break through? Even if you manage to break through, what's the point? You'll just get blocked. That fat guy is now guarding the basket and won't come out, so even if you do break through, all you'll get is a block. Did you not eat enough hot pot earlier?"

  Qian Hao was already unhappy with Zhang Dongcheng, this kid. Just now during the game, he kept showing off by himself, monopolizing the ball and operating it repeatedly. One moment he's dribbling, the next he's doing a behind-the-back dribble, but he just doesn't know how to pass the ball. Not to mention his forced shots always hit the iron, and when he makes a breakthrough, he's always looking for opportunities to show off, purely a cancer on the team.

  "Qian Hao, what do you mean? I'm doing this to help our class win, aren't I? Do you have the right to mock me like that?" Zhang Dongcheng was getting angry. In his opinion, he had just given it his all on the court and was exhausted, but now he still had to be ridiculed by Qian Hao. Didn't he deserve any credit or sympathy?

  Seeing Zhang Dongcheng's eager expression, Qian Hao suddenly widened his eyes, "Did I say something wrong? If it weren't for your constant blind shooting and brainless breakthroughs, we wouldn't have to work so hard. Do you still have the nerve to shout at me?"

  Seeing Qian Hao and Zhang Dongcheng seemingly about to start an internal conflict, Wu Cheng, as the sports committee member, hastily called out: "Alright, alright. Everyone wants to win the game, let's focus on countering those arrogant guys instead of turning against each other. Let's quickly think of a strategy."

  "Hmph!" Zhang Dongcheng let out a cold snort at Qian Hao, and stopped talking. Qian Hao glanced at Zhang Dongcheng with disdain, curling his lip in scorn.

  "Or I'll try it myself." Just then, a voice suddenly came over.

  Wu Cheng and several others looked up in surprise, only to find that Zhao Yang had already appeared beside them. It was Zhao Yang who had just spoken.

  "What about you? Are you okay? You can't even control the ball, come on and try, or are you just going to let it fly out of bounds?" Zhang Dongcheng jumped out impatiently, his face full of disdain.

  When Zhang Dongcheng ridiculed Zhao Yang, Qian Hao immediately got angry and pointed at Zhang Dongcheng's nose: "Do you think you're playing well? Besides being able to show off on the court, what else can you do? Don't even look at how many points the person you're up against has scored, you've already been blown out of the water, and yet you still have the face to be here chattering away, what kind of nonsense!"

  "Qian Hao, what the hell does that mean? You want to mess with me?" Zhang Dongcheng's face turned beet red as he shouted angrily.

  Qian Hao has been hit in his weak spot, and indeed he was exploded by his opponent on the opposite side.

  "You know what I mean, don't pretend you don't. So what if I'm not on good terms with him? Are you capable of taking me on one-on-one? Just wait and see how I'll make you suffer. If you're not capable, then shut that stinking mouth of yours!" Qian Hao said disdainfully.

  "Alright! One person should say less. What's the use of quarreling? Now we need to think of a way to catch up with the score, rather than blaming each other here."

  Wu Chengdao. As the sports committee member of the class, everyone would give him some face. Seeing him speak up, Qian Hao didn't say anything more.

  Qian Hao and Zhang Dong didn't say anything else, Wu Cheng looked at Zhao Yang, "Zhao Yang, do you have any way to help us catch up with the score in such a short time?"

  Zhao Yang smiled and said, "Later I'll stand outside the three-point line and you guys just pass the ball to me directly."

  "Zhao Yang, are you sure you can make it in?" Wu Cheng couldn't help but ask. After all, Zhang Dongcheng had said before that Zhao Yang didn't even know how to dribble.

  "Go ahead and pass the ball over, I'll take care of the rest." Zhao Yang nodded firmly.

  "What are you bragging about? You can't even dribble, how can you make a three-pointer from outside the circle?" Zhang Dongcheng couldn't help but mock him again.

  Qian Hao's eyes widened, "You don't speak and nobody takes you as a mute!" Then Qian Hao said to Wu Cheng, "Wu Cheng, since Zhao Yang says he has confidence, then let's try it out. After all, a dead horse can be used as a living horse doctor."

  Although Qian Hao knew that Zhao Yang hadn't played much basketball, since Zhao Yang said so, he was still willing to believe him. Because of his understanding of Zhao Yang, Zhao Yang wasn't the kind of person who would speak nonsense. Moreover, as he said, anyway it's treating a dead horse as if it were alive, now they didn't have any good methods left.

  "Wu Cheng, let's give it a try. At worst, we'll just lose."

  "Alright, give it a try then! Treat a dead horse as if it were alive!"

  Liang Deshan and Fang Zishang also chimed in with a sentence each.

  Wu Cheng looked at several people and finally nodded, "Alright! Let's give it a try!"

  "What about Zhao Yang's words just now? Which of us will go down?" Fang Zishang asked.

  "Who else can go down, of course it's that little prince Wang. Can't he even bear to stay on the court?" Qian Hao sneered and glanced at Zhang Dongcheng.

  Several others also turned their gaze to Zhang Dongcheng. For a moment, Zhang Dongcheng's face flushed red with anger, glaring at Qian Hao with hatred, if his eyes could kill, he would have wanted to chop Qian Hao into pieces.

  Wu Cheng glanced at Qian Hao and Zhang Dongcheng, then said: "Alright, let's have me, Qian Hao, Fang Zishang, Liang Deshan, and Zhao Yang go next. Zhang Dongcheng, you've been breaking through continuously just now, it's quite exhausting, so take a rest first."

  This is obviously giving Zhang Dongcheng face, put more tactfully.

  It's just that it's all come down to the last minute, what's the point of taking a break now! Zhang Dongcheng was depressed, but he couldn't say anything more. He could only secretly resent Qian Hao in his heart.

  Qian Hao didn't care about Zhang Dongcheng's resentful gaze at all. Go ahead and glare, what can you do to me anyway? Are you still afraid of him?

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