Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 35 The teacher's trick
Under the leadership of Zhao Zixuan, Class 3 narrowed the gap to 4 points in one go.

The atmosphere of the game gradually became tense.

Teacher Zhou Bin was watching the game from the sidelines. He witnessed the high morale of the students in Class 3 and couldn't help but admire them.

"Zhao Zixuan's performance is outstanding. With his talent and ability, he is fully qualified to join the school team. In fact, he can consider taking the sports specialty route, which can earn him extra points in the college entrance examination."

Teacher Cai also nodded in agreement. "Indeed, he has excellent qualifications. Teacher Zhou, you might as well find an opportunity to have a good talk with him and give him some advice."

As the mathematics teacher of Class 3, she has a certain understanding of the academic performance of the students in the class.

She knew that Zhao Zixuan's grades had always been very good. If he could seize the opportunity of being a sports student, then his chances of being admitted to a key university would definitely be greater.

Teacher Zhou Bin took a deep breath and said slowly: "To be honest, I hoped that Class 2 could win the game at first. However, as the game progressed, the balance in my heart began to tilt slightly. Now I am more looking forward to Class 3's counterattack and victory."

"Teacher Cai, what do you think?"

Teacher Cai responded with a smile: "They are all my students. No matter which class wins the final victory, I will cheer for them and be proud of them."

Having said that, as the head teacher of Class 2, she is actually somewhat biased towards the students in Class 2 and hopes that Class 2 can win.

On the other side of the court, Wei Xiaoyao stared at the timer and shouted to Zhao Zixuan on the court.

"Zhao Zixuan, there's only one minute left in the game! Class 3, come on!"

"Qiuya, you should come and cheer too! You have a loud voice, so the effect will definitely be better!"

Song Qiuya was unhappy when she heard this. Although she also hoped that Class 3 could win, her resentment towards Zhao Zixuan had not yet completely dissipated.

She pretended to be a little annoyed and said dissatisfiedly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why did I speak so loudly?"

However, Wei Xiaoyao didn't seem to notice the change in atmosphere here. Her eyes were fixed on the court, watching Zhao Zixuan assist his teammates in scoring the key goal again. She jumped up excitedly and cheered loudly.

"Great! Defense! Defense!"

Although Wei Xiaoyao did not play on the court in person, her heartbeat was synchronized with the rhythm on the court.

The blood in her body was boiling, the excitement and nervousness were stronger than anyone else's.

Inspired by her, the girls' cheerleading team of Class 3 also gave unprecedented cheers.

The sound was like the sound of a huge bell, shaking people's hearts.

"Zixuan Zixuan you are the best! Class 3 is the most invincible!"

This powerful slogan fell into the ears of the students in Class 2, like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples on the surface of a calm lake.

Among the crowd, emotions of dissatisfaction, jealousy, and challenge intertwined to form an undercurrent.

"Humph, we can't be outdone by Class 3! Let's shout slogans too!"

"Wenjie, Wenjie, you are the best! Class 2, Class 2 is the most invincible!"

"Isn't this plagiarism? It's just a different soup but the same substance. Come on, shout it out to me."

"The east wind blows, the drums of war beat, who are Class 2's basketball players afraid of? Go, go, go!"

……

At the same time, on the basketball court, Zhao Zixuan's eyes were like a cheetah, staring at the basketball in Song Wenjie's hand.

His full concentration was like an insurmountable line of defense, guarding his own territory.

The defensive strategy of Class 3 is zone defense. Except for Zhao Zixuan who is flexible and maneuverable, the rest of the players guard the restricted area and prevent the opponents from breaking through to the basket and scoring easily.

"You guys caught up with us even though we were 14 points behind. I admit that I underestimated you, but I will not give you the victory of this game."

Song Wenjie held the ball outside the three-point line, his eyes sharp as he stared directly at Zhao Zixuan who was defending alone.

Zhao Zixuan looked at him panting, and smiled, "Don't be so stubborn, you are already exhausted. Although you are still leading by 2 points, it will only take one ball for me to catch up with you."

Song Wenjie smiled coldly, "Then give it a try. If you have the ability, defend against my shot first!"

"Your shoelaces are loose."

As soon as Zhao Zixuan finished speaking, his movements were as fast as lightning, quick and decisive.

Taking advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness, he stretched out his palm and hit the basketball accurately.

"Snapped!"

Another steal!
Song Wenjie was completely shocked by his speed and agility, and was unable to react for a moment. The basketball drew a perfect arc in the air and then fell into the hands of Zhao Zixuan who jumped high.

"Okay, okay, that's how you fucking play it, huh?"

Song Wenjie was so angry that he broke down.

But Zhao Zixuan didn't care about that. He quickly grabbed the ball without caring about other people's reactions.

Then, he seemed to turn into a violent storm, exerting force on his feet and sprinting towards the front court desperately.

The ball seemed to come alive under his control, rolling and jumping, like a flash of lightning breaking through the silence of the court.

"So fast!"

"A good opportunity to fight back!"

"Song Wenjie is the 100-meter champion of this year's sports meet, right? Zhao Zixuan's speed is not slower than his at all!"

"No, Song Wenjie is faster, is this ball going to be blocked!?"

"Snapped!"

At the moment when Zhao Zixuan's figure flashed across the court like an arrow, trying to put the basketball in his hand into the basket, Song Wenjie stretched out his big palm like a hungry tiger and slapped the basketball in Zhao Zixuan's hand hard.

However, everything happened so fast that it was impossible to see whether the heavy blow hit Zhao Zixuan's hand solidly or landed cleverly on the basketball.

There seemed to be an imperceptible vibration in the air, which was a contest between strength and speed, a collision of will and determination.

The situation on the basketball court changed rapidly. Zhao Zixuan was shocked by the sudden force and lost control of the basketball in his hand in an instant.

however.

At this critical moment, his fingers cleverly moved the basketball that was about to go out of control with an indescribable agility.

Using the force of high-speed movement, Zhao Zixuan sent the basketball into the basket.

"Shh!"

The basketball flew across the sky like a streak of light, and then luckily fell into the net.

The sound was like the sound of nature, clear and pleasant.

That is the most beautiful sound in the world!
"Wow!"

The surrounding audience was instantly excited, with cheers and applause interweaving into one.

"awesome!"

“It’s so picturesque!”

"Oh my god, the 14-point gap was evened!"

"That ball, was it a hit? It looked like a two-plus-one!"

……

Amid the excited discussions of the audience, Teacher Zhou Bin glanced at the little time left on the timer and decisively blew the final whistle.

The game ended in a 48-48 tie, bringing this exciting contest to an end.

Both teachers were very happy and shook hands with a smile.

But the students were not convinced and insisted that their class almost won.

The students of Class 3 firmly believed that the last ball was an obvious foul, which was a great opportunity to get 2 points and a free throw, and should have been penalized.

However, the students in Class 2 insisted that there was nothing wrong with the last ball and that Song Wenjie's actions did not constitute a thug's.

They said it with certainty that throughout the entire game, the players in their class had always maintained a leading advantage and completely suppressed their opponents, so they believed that they were the truly stronger team.

The two sides argued endlessly about this.

This debate was not limited to the court, but also attracted widespread attention on campus.

Zhao Zixuan and Song Wenjie, as the protagonists of the incident, became the focus of heated discussion for a while.

(End of this chapter)