On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

In contrast to Chen Mo's team, Zhang Yang's team played a more cohesive and efficient game.

They used teamwork and individual skills to gradually turn the tide and widen the gap.

Mid-range jumpers after pick-and-rolls, layups after cuts, precise passes... Through steady and solid play, their score began to rise steadily.

Judging from the game, the senior students did have better teamwork and were more skilled, gradually taking control of the pace of the match.

On the freshman team's side, they mainly relied on Shen Xinghe's three-pointers and Chen Mo's occasional flashes of brilliance to keep the score close. Wu Di's fighting spirit and Wang Lan's rebounding also left a deep impression, but overall they were indeed at a disadvantage.

The discussion in the stands also changed.

"It seems the senior students are really good; their teamwork is excellent."

"Chen Mo and Shen Xinghe are strong, but they can't carry the team..."

"That small forward was pretty good too, and he played quite hard, but he was still a bit lacking in teamwork with the five players. After all, he's not a professional. He's already very strong to play like this."

"Their center rebounded fairly well, but they played a bit rough in other aspects."

At halftime, the score was 38-45, with the freshmen team trailing by only 7 points.

This score difference not only reflects the senior students' "strength advantage" but also retains the "suspense of the freshmen team's pursuit," making it seem very "real."

During halftime, both teams' players headed to their respective rest areas.

Wu Di, panting heavily, his face covered in sweat and frustration, said, "It's okay! We're only 7 points behind! We'll put in more effort in the second half and we'll definitely catch up! If you see me get a good chance later, pass me the ball a few more times. I feel like my shooting touch is pretty good today!"

Chen Mo patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, I'll pass it to you when I get the chance. Play freely."

Wang Lan chugs water and mutters, "Those guys are really strong..."

Li Zhe was holding a small notebook, reviewing the execution of several tactics in the first half. He looked quite professional, and even Wu Di couldn't tell that his team was letting the opponent win.

Shen Xinghe quietly drank water, wiped his sweat with a towel, and looked completely calm.

On the other side, Zhang Yang was telling his teammates: "Keep playing like this in the second half, just stay calm, especially keep a close eye on Shen Xinghe."

The second half of the game begins.

The situation continues to unfold according to the "script".

The senior team continued to score steadily, while the freshman team tried hard to catch up.

The point difference hovered between 5 and 10 points.

Chen Mo and Shen Xinghe controlled their performance very well.

Chen Mo's steals and breakthroughs became "occasional" successes, with more "reluctant" passes.

Shen Xinghe's three-pointers are still a threat, but his shot attempts have "reduced," and his shooting percentage has also decreased significantly due to double-team pressure.

Wu Di became the most active player for the freshmen team in the second half, getting many opportunities to shoot and indeed scoring a few beautiful goals, which drew loud cheers from many spectators in the stands.

This made him even more focused, completely immersed in the intense competition.

Wang Lan even delivered a solid block on a defensive play, igniting the entire arena! This block was a complete surprise, not part of the script, but it was extremely effective, fully demonstrating the "fighting spirit" and "unyielding attitude" of the newcomers.

With three minutes remaining in the game, the score was 53-61, with the freshmen team trailing by 8 points.

At a crucial moment, Chen Mo made a powerful drive to the basket, drawing a foul and making both free throws. 55:61.

The opponent made a mistake on offense, and Chen Mo quickly launched a counterattack, "sharply" finding Wu Di who was cutting down the court. Wu Di received the ball and scored a layup! 57:61! The difference was only 4 points!
The atmosphere in the stadium was instantly ignited! A huge cheer erupted from the stands!

Wow! Is this a comeback?!

"Awesome! They've closed the gap to just two three-pointers!"

"Well done, Wu Di!"

After halftime, many people learned that the small forward on Chen Mo's team, who had given his all and performed exceptionally well, was named Invincible. "Chen Mo's pass was so cool!"

Wu Di roared excitedly and bumped chests with Wang Lan and Li Zhe in celebration.

Even Shen Xinghe came over and gave a light high five.

Zhang Yang's face showed a mixture of tension and frustration as he loudly reminded his teammates, "Stay calm! Play the last round well!"

The suspense is off the charts!

The senior team attacked, slowing down the pace, passing the ball patiently, and wasting time, but they still lost the ball due to Chen Mo's strong cut. This time, Chen Mo passed the ball to Shen Xinghe, who no longer deliberately hid his strength.

With a beautiful fake move, Shen Xinghe shook off one defender and then pulled up for a jump shot, avoiding another senior student who was watching him!

The basketball arced through the air...

Bang! Swish!
Hit the board into the frame!

58:61! Less than 30 seconds left!
This goal instantly raised the suspense of the game to its peak.

"Shen Xinghe is awesome!!!"

"Shen Xinghe, you're so handsome!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the stands.

"Score one more! Score one more!"

"It's the last three points!" Wu Di said urgently. "We need to fight for this ball, otherwise they'll definitely drag out the time until the end! If we get the ball, let Xinghe hit another three!"

Chen Mo glanced at Zhang Yang, who nodded almost imperceptibly, but his face showed a very serious expression.

With 30 seconds left, if they deliberately avoid attacking and instead pass the ball around, they can easily waste those 30 seconds.

But can they do that?
The answer is obviously no!
As a senior student and a professional basketball member of the basketball club.

Playing against amateur juniors is already embarrassing enough, but now they have to win by resorting to this kind of cowardly, head-on approach...

Zhang Yang believed that if they dared to do that, they would be criticized even more harshly than if they had lost the game.

The game continues.

Zhang Yang received the ball and immediately advanced quickly to the attacking third, shouting, "Score another goal!"

He shouted it out with overwhelming momentum.

His shout instantly changed the opinion of most of the audience in the stands.

"I thought Zhang Yang and his team would waste the rest of the time, but I didn't expect them to be so spirited."

Chen Mo gave Wang Lan a look, signaling for the opponent to attack. This way, they could exploit the opponent's mistakes and gain possession of the ball as quickly as possible.

Even if we're going to lose, we have to catch up to just one point.

So that viewers won't come for nothing.

Sure enough, as Chen Mo deliberately lured his opponent into a trap, a tall boy from Zhang Yang's team quickly penetrated the paint after receiving the ball. But just when he thought he had succeeded and could shoot...

Snap!
The ball he had just raised was sent flying by Chen Mo, who appeared out of nowhere, with a jump shot.

And the place where it flew out happened to be right under Wu Di's feet.

Seeing this, Wang Lan immediately rushed over to help Wu Di by setting a screen for the defenders guarding him.

The moment Wu Di received the ball, he was incredibly excited.

He glanced at Shen Xinghe almost instinctively; he was struggling, a turmoil of inner turmoil in that split second! (End of Chapter)