What? The trainer is warming up.

"Whoa..."

Amid gasps from the crowd, Qin Yu dodged in mid-air; the hand that number 52 swung down missed the basketball and struck his left forearm instead.

This caused Qin Yu's body to tilt, but his right hand, which was holding the basketball, remained steady. Despite losing his balance, he held the basketball with one hand and tossed it toward the basket.

"beep......"

"Whoosh!"

The whistle blows, and the ball goes in.

The referee pointed to number 52, gave him a foul, and indicated that the goal was valid, and Qin Yu would have to take another penalty.

"And one."

"Holy shit! He dodged in mid-air, got fouled, and still managed to score. That was a really tough shot."

"Qin, you did a great job!"

People cheered and applauded.

This was a beautiful and crucial play. Not only did it go in, but it was also a 2+1 play. If Qin Yu can make the free throw, the score will be tied.

Several red team players excitedly rushed towards Qin Yu, their faces filled with excitement.

They were behind from the start and on the verge of collapse until Qin Yu came on and led them to catch up. Now they finally have a chance to tie the score.

It's not easy!

"Qin, you absolutely have to make that free throw!"

"Taylor, shut up and stop putting pressure on Qin. Qin, relax, if you miss the free throw, I'll help you grab the rebound."

Several teammates started talking all at once.

Qin Yu understood his teammates' feelings, but he wasn't number 52. Free throws weren't difficult for him, and being nervous was not an issue at all. Having lived two lives, his mental state was far beyond that of ordinary people. He wasn't nervous even when playing one-on-one with Oden, let alone in an amateur game like this.

Swish!

When Qin Yu stepped to the free-throw line, he calmly made the extra free throw, making the score 61-61, and the Red Team finally tied the score.

There's only one minute left in the game!

"Requesting a pause!"

White team's number 7 sighed bitterly, wanting to call a timeout. The score was tied, and now they might really be reversed.

However, the referee did not blow the whistle, but instead signaled to him that they had used up their timeouts.

Fake!

Number 7 was taken aback, cursed in frustration, and had no choice but to continue the attack.

He couldn't suppress the panic in his heart. Qin Yu's 2+1 play had completely shattered his mental defenses. Even though he kept encouraging himself and telling himself that as long as he scored that basket, they would still be in the lead, it was still no use.

When they reached the frontcourt, facing Qin Yu's defense, number 7 was hesitant to attack, so he quickly passed the ball to number 52 and stood to the side.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yu smiled.

The rest of the White Team are too scared to fight, including number 7. So now the only threat is number 52. Can we double-team him?

If that doesn't work, then three of you will surround them!

Now number 52 is in a predicament. He has difficulty making his moves when double-teamed, after all, he has technical shortcomings. But if he passes the ball out, who should he pass it to?

In the end, he still chose to draw a foul.

"Want to come again?" Wells roared, maintaining excellent control of his movements and holding his opponent firmly in place.

For a moment, number 52 had no choice but to grit his teeth and struggle with Wells, and the referee's whistle did not sound. He could only barely lift the ball and throw it toward the basket.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, number 52 froze, staring in disbelief as the basketball was swatted away. He instinctively turned his head to look, only to feel a chill run down his spine—it was him again.

It's Qin Yu again, always Qin Yu!

In fact, Qin Yu had anticipated the move of number 52 as soon as he got the ball, and decisively rushed over to swatt the ball away with a huge block!

"Mine!" Number 7 exclaimed with delight as the ball flew toward him.

But the Red Team had finally tied the score, and they were all incredibly energetic. Hank lunged forward, gritting his teeth as he dove to catch the ball, falling to the ground in the process. Ignoring the pain, he pushed the ball to Qin Yu and shouted, "GO!"

Qin Yu started moving, his speed exploding out of control. In just a few steps, he left everyone behind and rushed to the front like a gust of wind. He stepped into the paint zone and jumped up.

At that moment, he was like an eagle spreading its wings, gliding through the air, his right hand gripping the basketball and raising it like a drawn bow, full of power, as he slammed it into the basket.

"Bang!"

A loud bang, like a muffled thunderclap, resounded in people's hearts.

The audience erupted in cheers, jumping, screaming, and shouting with abandon, releasing their excitement and awe.

63: 61!

The Red Team took the lead for the first time, and it was with a dunk! People felt their blood boil and their heads rush to their heads.

"nice shot!"

"We've finally overtaken them! Yes!"

The cheers continued as Hank and his friends lunged at Qin Yu to celebrate, but Qin Yu stopped them, saying, "The game isn't over yet, get back on defense."

The players realized that the white team had run out of timeouts and they needed to retreat immediately. There was less than a minute left in the game, and they were in the lead.

As the red team finished their defensive retreat, the white team launched their attack. Number 7 looked bitter as he glanced at his teammates. Not to mention the others, even number 52 looked dejected. Qin Yu's block and dunk had left him still reeling, and he was immersed in defeat.

After several passes, the white team still hadn't found a chance to shoot. Frustrated, number 7 had no choice but to call for the ball from his teammates and then take a gamble, forcing a shot.

He lacked confidence in this shot, and even used too much force, resulting in the basketball bouncing off the backboard and surprisingly falling into the net.

It's in!

Number 7 was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily: "Haha, we won't lose, even God is on our side."

Was it a lucky shot, or a three-pointer?

The score is 64-63, with the White Team still leading by one point!

A group of white team players cheered in unison.

The Red Team players were frustrated, cursing God for being unfair. They had finally managed to turn the score around and see a glimmer of hope for victory, only to be cruelly plunged back into the abyss.

"Requesting a pause!"

Qin Yu called a timeout and reassured his teammates, "It's okay, there are still ten seconds left, that's enough!"

What God?

He's Chinese, he doesn't believe in ghosts or gods, and he doesn't care about God. Even if God wants the White Team to win, he'll have to ask me first if I agree.

......

Several Red Team players huddled together, and Ellie joined in, all chattering about how to play in the final ten seconds.

With only a dozen seconds left and a one-point difference, the opponent would most likely not dare to risk double-teaming Qin, so they would let Qin play the ball.

"But what if the opponent double-teams him? Qin has already scored 31 points. Would the opponent dare not double-team him and let him play one-on-one?"

"What if they surround Qin, then we..."

Watching his teammates discuss, Qin Yu shook his head. He couldn't be bothered to guess what the other side would do. He simply waved his hand and said, "I'll take this final attack. Any objections?"

I don't care if I get double-teamed or not, I'll just do it!

For a moment, Hank and the others fell silent, exchanged glances, and then shook their heads. "No objections, we'll all listen to you."

......

The pause has ended.

At that moment, the entire stadium fell silent, the audience staring intently at the pitch. Ellie clenched her small hands, silently praying.

On the field.

Qin Yu received the ball in the backcourt and advanced, and the white team immediately came up to press and delay, trying to run down the time. As soon as Qin Yu crossed the center line, the white team switched defenders, replacing number 7 with number 52.

"Huh, they've switched defenders?"

"Sure enough, the White Team isn't stupid! At this point, they didn't dare to double-team rashly, but they also couldn't just let number 11 go one-on-one, so they set up this defensive formation. Number 52 has the height and wingspan to limit number 11's shooting, while the others collapse the defense, so once number 11 breaks through, he will be surrounded."

Some fans noticed something amiss and couldn't help but frown, worried for Qin Yu, as facing the White Team's defensive formation would be difficult.

Qin Yu immediately saw through the White Team's intentions. He wasn't in a hurry. First, he signaled Hank and Taylor to create as much space as possible. Then, he lowered his center of gravity and dribbled between his legs repeatedly, moving number 52 around. Number 52 was positioned very far forward; his only task was to prevent Qin Yu from taking outside shots.

Of course, this means he's easy to get past.

Qin Yu suddenly changed direction and accelerated, passing number 52 by more than half a body length in one step. Number 52 hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Cover up!"

Qin Yu was immediately surrounded. Just when everyone thought he would pass the ball, he jumped up, held the basketball in one hand, and tossed it towards the basket. Only this kind of shot could allow him to successfully shoot while surrounded by the white team players.

Several white team players stretched out their arms, trying their best to block and interfere, but they couldn't reach it. They all turned their heads to look at the basket, screaming in their hearts—Don't go in, please don't go in!

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

People's eyes followed the spinning basketball, watching it draw a high arc in the air, and finally... swish as it fell into the net.

"Goal! Goal!"

"A decisive blow!"

In an instant, the entire stadium erupted in cheers.

This floater went in, making the score 65-64. Qin Yu scored amidst a swarm of white team players, and the game time expired.

That was a game-winning shot!

"We won! We won!"

Several red team players rushed towards Qin Yu, surrounding him. Ellie also rushed over, along with excited spectators. A group of people surrounded Qin Yu like stars around the moon.

At this moment, he is the hero of Colonel Summers Park, the savior!