What? The trainer is warming up.

The score is 32-51, and the Red Team has possession of the ball.

Seeing Qin Yu advance with the ball, a hint of surprise flashed across the faces of the white team players.

This kid actually wants to play position 1?

However, the defensive strategy remained unchanged. Number 7 took the initiative to go up and match up against Qin Yu, while the others kept their eyes fixed on Qin Yu, ready to help defend and cover at any time.

Qin Yu had previously faced off against number 7 in a one-on-one situation, but this time, to everyone's surprise, he didn't go for a one-on-one. Instead, he raised his hand and gestured: "Pick and roll!"

Surprisingly, it wasn't center Wells who stepped up to set the screen, but Hank.

"Switch!" shouted number 7.

"Leave it to me!" Xiao Rizi shouted back from the field. His confidence soared after sinking a three-pointer. He silently vowed, "I wasn't calm enough before. Now I'm focused and won't make that mistake again, and I won't let you score again!"

The switch occurred, and Qin Yu and Tian Bian were back in the same matchup.

This is exactly the effect Qin Yu wanted; he's going to make this nobody cry today!

"laugh!"

Qin Yu suddenly lowered his center of gravity and abruptly started moving to the left.

"left."

Xiao Rizi quickly moved sideways, trying to get ahead and block the way, but the moment their bodies made contact, a brute force surged over him, forcing him to involuntarily take a step back. Taking advantage of the situation, Qin Yu accelerated again, rushing past him from the side of the field, making Xiao Rizi's face turn pale with anger.

Damn it, he got past me again.

Wait, why is he back again?

Just when Xiao Ri thought he had been outmaneuvered again, Qin Yu pulled back two steps and actually retreated back to the three-point line.

This scene not only stunned Xiao Rizi on the spot, but also left the entire audience dumbfounded—Qin Yu had clearly beaten his opponent, so what was he trying to do?

"No, he did it on purpose! He's toying with number 45!"

"Haha, is this a case of not humiliating him once enough, and wanting to do it again?"

The audience quickly realized what was happening and burst into laughter, their eyes full of mockery as they looked at Xiao Rizi.

Xiao Rizi belatedly realized what was happening, her face instantly turning incredibly ugly, her expression contorted. The emotions she had just calmed down for less than two minutes suddenly surged back up.

"Baka yarou!"

Xiao Rizi roared and pounced on Qin Yu, reaching out to grab the ball, but ended up missing.

Qin Yu gripped the basketball in his right hand, circled it around his lower back, and used an incredibly smooth "behind-the-back ball" to dodge a steal. At the same time, he took a step forward to the side, his movements elegant and effortless, once again letting the ball pass him by. He casually tossed out a comment: "Even a dog could defend better than you."

These words were extremely insulting and incredibly damaging, completely breaking down Xiao Rizi's defenses!

With bloodshot eyes, he roared and lunged at Qin Yu, his heart filled with malice: "If you dare to jump, I'll crash into you and cripple you!"

But he was wrong again.

Before he could hit her, Qin Yu suddenly slammed on the brakes, bent over, and rammed into Xiao Rizi with such speed and force that Xiao Rizi had no chance to react.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, accompanied by Xiao Rizi's miserable scream, he was actually sent flying by Qin Yu's buttocks, crashing heavily onto the floor!

"Special Crab Gift!"

"What kind of operation is this?"

"I think Qin Yu was trying to draw a foul, but that way he's sticking his butt out... I can only say, genius-level foul-drawing technique, hahaha!"

The entire audience was stunned, then burst into loud laughter.

"Defensive foul, two free throws!"

The ball missed, and the referee blew his whistle, immediately awarding Qin Yu a defensive foul and indicating that he would have to take two free throws.

The referee's call was correct.

Looking at Xiao Rizi lying on the ground, still groaning in pain, no one felt sympathy; everyone just thought it was absurd—wasn't this the most bizarre way to get injured on the field?

Several white team players looked dejected and didn't know what to say.

"I've never seen such an stupid person!" Number 7's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He didn't even bother to check on Xiao Rizi's injuries, cursing inwardly, "I specifically told you to stay calm, why the hell did you get so impulsive again? If you're going to get impulsive, at least have some skill in plotting against someone! You should have crippled that kid! Instead, you crippled yourself!"

Number 52 couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have trusted him. I should have replaced him earlier."

His teammates helped him up, and he was seen clutching his wrist, his face pale.

Qin Yu's buttocks landed squarely on his wrist, causing him to involuntarily shed tears of pain, feeling as if his bones were broken.

Seeing how well Xiao Ri lived, Qin Yu was immediately delighted.

"Holy crap, she really cried?"

Watching Xiao Rizi leave in tears, Qin Yu felt somewhat unsatisfied. This Xiao Rizi was too weak; he was crippled in just two blows—trash.

Hank's teammates rushed over, and he asked with concern, "Qin, are you alright? He clearly intended to commit a malicious foul, aiming to injure you!"

He could see clearly that Xiao Rizi's lunge wasn't aimed at the ball, but at the person. He was too far away to rush over and help, and he was really worried for Qin Yu. Fortunately, Qin Yu reacted quickly and made Xiao Rizi suffer the consequences.

"I'm fine," Qin Yu shook his head and smiled. "He brought it on himself. But this is good for us; they've lost a three-point shooter, so we can tighten our defense. Next time we see number 7 or 52 with the ball, we'll double-team them!"

Previously, the Red Team hesitated to double-team because the opponent had two strong players (No. 7 and No. 52), and Xiao Zi's three-point threat was also significant; double-teaming would leave players open. Now that Xiao Zi is off the court, the White Team has lost its outside shooting anchor, and the Red Team can finally unleash their full potential and apply more intensity to the opponent's key players!

......

The game continues.

Qin Yu stepped up to the free-throw line and made both shots, bringing the score to 34-51. Possession returned to the White Team. Xiao Zi's wrist was injured, and the White Team substituted him in.

When the ball reached the frontcourt, it was passed to number 6. Facing Qin Yu, number 6 did not hesitate for a second and immediately passed the ball out again.

One-on-one against Qin Yu?

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm not stupid. My strength is not even as good as Tanabe's. Fighting him one-on-one would be suicide." Number 6 knew very well that he was no match for Qin Yu. He didn't want to anger Qin Yu and end up like Tanabe. That would be too miserable.

Seeing how sensible number 6 was, Qin Yu smiled, gave number 6 a look that said, "I admire you," and immediately and decisively let him go, shouting to his teammates, "Execute the double team!"

At this moment, the ball was in the hands of number 52. Qin Yu and Wells double-teamed him, and number 52's expression changed slightly. He passed the ball out, and after two passes, the ball finally returned to number 7's hands. The red team's double-team followed closely, making number 7 feel a headache.

Damn it, another double team attack!

With little time left on the attack, who should we pass to?

"Giving it to Reddish (#52) won't work. The White Team is collapsing their defense, the paint is too crowded, and they can't get inside. Plus, his outside shooting isn't accurate. Giving it to Barry (#6) won't work either; he's not Tanabe, his three-point shooting isn't that accurate. So who else can we give it to?"

Number 7 was cursing the team's little brat in his heart. Not only was he ruined, but he also messed up the team's offensive system!

In the end, number 7 chose to take matters into his own hands and forcefully took the shot despite being double-teamed.

boom!

Unsurprisingly, he was forging iron.

"Rebound!" shouted number 7.

Unfortunately, it was no use. The paint was full of Red Team players, and number 52 was squeezed in the middle and couldn't even jump, let alone grab rebounds.

Qin Yu grabbed the rebound, shouted "GO," and quickly launched a counterattack. He rushed to the frontcourt and saw that the White Team had not yet fully set up their defense. He immediately changed direction and headed straight for the basket.

Number 6 was completely unstoppable. Not only was his three-point shooting worse than Xiao Rizi's, but his defense was also not outstanding. His only redeeming quality was his height. In the end, Qin Yu still managed to get past him in one step.

"Don't think you can score easily." Number 52 stepped forward and blocked Qin Yu's path.

The next moment, Qin Yu gathered the ball and tossed it towards the basket with one hand.

"Another floater?" Number 52 raised an eyebrow and jumped with all his might.

This time he was prepared and jumped high enough, but he was saddened to find that he still couldn't reach it!

The ball's trajectory was too high, ridiculously high!

"Wait a minute..." Number 52's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized, "This isn't a floater, it's a pass!"

That's right, it's passing the ball!

The basketball traced a high arc through the air, passing over number 52's head and landing precisely on the left side of the basket.

A figure leaped into the air and caught the basketball mid-air—it was Wells! He didn't dare to try a dunk like Qin Yu, but instead completed a clean alley-oop putback.

Score 36-51!

For the white team, the trouble is not just the narrowing point difference, but also the complete passivity on both offense and defense.

Without a three-point shooter on offense and with their two key players double-teamed, and unable to contain Qin Yu on defense, the point difference will only get smaller if they continue playing like this.

Number 7 and Number 52 quickly communicated, but couldn't come up with a good solution—without Tanabe, their offensive system was not functioning smoothly.

In the following possessions, the white team's number 7 and number 52 had to speed up their ball movement, passing the ball whenever they were double-teamed to avoid turnovers. But once they stopped scoring, without the consistent output of their core scorers, it became difficult for the other players to carry the offensive load.

All I could hear was them hammering away.

Every time the white team misses a shot, it becomes an opportunity for the red team to counterattack!

Qin Yu has now completely taken control of the offensive rhythm, using his own threat to attract the defense and organize the team's play. He can always get the ball to his teammates as soon as they have an opportunity, frequently delivering brilliant passes and assisting his teammates to score, leading the team to score from multiple angles.

......

"Whoosh!"

Qin Yu flicked his wrist, executing a behind-the-back bounce pass without looking. The basketball bounced off the defender's feet and landed precisely in Allen's hands.

Allen receives the ball and makes a layup, scoring easily!

"That pass was incredible!"

"I didn't expect him to be such a pro at scoring, and also such a great passer! He's already had three consecutive assists!"

The audience was full of praise, and in comparison, the two key players of the white team were far inferior in their ball-handling abilities.

When both players were double-teamed, Qin Yu was able to energize the entire team and create scoring opportunities from multiple points, while players number 7 and 52 could only passively pass the ball when double-teamed, and the team's offense stagnated.

The score is now 43-53, with the difference reduced to just 10 points!

"Requesting a pause!"

The white team had no choice but to call another timeout.

With only a few minutes left in the game, the 10-point deficit left them feeling extremely insecure.

On the other hand, the Red Team is in high spirits, Qin Yu is in superb form, and the others are also under pressure to score. It is not impossible for them to complete a comeback in these last few minutes!

"Listen, from now on we'll slow down the pace, reduce mistakes, and try to draw fouls to get to the free-throw line!" Number 7 took a deep breath and rearranged the tactics, but he himself was not confident. The situation had completely reversed. The Red Team had Qin Yu in charge, while the White Team was no longer in a good position. With the rise and fall of the two sides, the gap in strength between the two sides had long been wiped out, and the Red Team had even gained the upper hand and become the dominant side.

at the same time.

Over here, Qin Yu called his teammates over, his tone calm and confident: "The opponent will play more aggressively later, even intentionally drawing fouls. But don't be afraid, they've run out of tricks. Our defense remains the same, continue to double-team #7 and #52! On offense, watch my hand signals, set screens for me, and leave the rest to me!"

"Understood!" the teammates responded in unison, their eyes full of trust.

......

The timeout has ended, and the game has resumed.

Just as Qin Yu had predicted, the white team became extremely aggressive on offense. Even when double-teamed, players number 7 and 52 stubbornly attacked the basket, trying to draw fouls and go to the free-throw line. They did manage to score a few points in this way, but Qin Yu immediately retaliated!

"Switch over!"

"Hurry up and catch up, don't let him shoot... damn it!"

On the court, Qin Yu used a screen to get rid of the defense. The white team's switch was a step too slow, giving him an opportunity outside the three-point line on the left corner.

Catching the ball, jumping, and shooting—the movements were all executed in one smooth motion.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball swished through the net!

This is Qin Yu's second three-pointer since the timeout!

In the final few decisive minutes, Qin Yu stepped up without hesitation, shouldering the offensive burden for the team and hitting consecutive three-pointers. Together with his teammates, they launched a 10-6 run, bringing the score to 53-59, with the difference reduced to just 6 points.

"This guy's three-point shooting is amazing. Including this three-pointer, he seems to have made four three-pointers now, four out of five, that's incredible."

"It's unstoppable, completely unstoppable."

"By the way, how many points has he got so far?"

The audience was discussing how accurate Qin Yu's three-pointers were; it seemed that he could score whenever he wanted, and no one could stop him.

Someone asked curiously, and Ellie immediately gave the answer: "Qin has already scored 21 points, along with 5 assists, 2 rebounds, and 2 steals."

In an instant, another wave of praise swept across the nation.

Ellie beamed with delight, proudly raising her chin. "Hmph, Qin was my choice. My taste is just that good!"

......

On the field, the game continues.

The white team players completely panicked.

After advancing to the frontcourt, number 7 didn't call for a screen or pass, trying to take advantage of the Red Team's inability to double-team him quickly. However, the more anxious he was, the more mistakes he made, and the less likely he was to score. With a "bang," his quick shot missed.

"Fuck!" Number 7 stomped his foot in frustration.

The shot was actually a good opportunity; he had already pushed Hank away, but he was too hasty, which caused his rhythm to become chaotic and his shooting motion to become distorted.

"rebound."

"mine."

Under the basket, number 52 and Wells were locked in a fierce battle. At the crucial moment, both of them went all out, neither willing to give in, their bodies tightly intertwined, making it impossible for them to jump.

Just then, an arm suddenly darted out from the side and snatched the basketball from above their heads. The two were startled and turned to look—it was Qin Yu again!

Wellston smiled immediately, while number 52's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted, "Get back on defense! Don't let him launch a counterattack!"