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Fantasi was a bit anxious, quickly executing a zero-degree angle three-point throw-in. The Point Guard controlled the ball at the free-throw line, suddenly driving straight in and using his shoulder to knock Jiang Lingfeng down, then stepping back to take a shot that went in. "That was clearly a charge! Why isn't there a call?" I wanted to rush over and argue with the referee, but A Fei held me back, telling me to calm down; this was Street Basketball.
The score difference returned to three points. After we inbounded the ball, Jiang Lingfeng passed it to me. I had just held my breath in my chest. Alright! If the rules of Street Basketball are loose, then don't blame me! I faced Fan Tesi Forward with the ball when A Fei suddenly ran over to set a screen. I took the opportunity to go around and charged toward the basket. The opposing Point Guard came over to defend, and as I ran toward him, I executed an air step layup, releasing the ball while my knee collided with his chest. Both of us lost our balance and fell to the ground, but I was on top of him. The ball bounced lightly on the rim twice but did not go in. "You did that on purpose!" the Guard beneath me shouted angrily. I remained calm and replied slowly, "If you did it intentionally against our captain (Jiang Lingfeng), then I did it intentionally too. If you didn't, then neither did I." With that, I got up from him. The opposing Point Guard looked speechless at my response. Hmph! If it were a fair contest, I'd have no complaints even if I ended up bloodied; however, if it was an intentional act under the guise of fouling us for revenge, I absolutely would not tolerate it. In any case, we Dream Chasers cannot let ourselves be bullied!
The opposing team continued with their inbound play. The Point Guard received the ball and made a long pass to the Center outside the three-point line. After receiving the ball, the Center took a step to the left to prepare for a shot. That single step gave A Fei time to recover defensively; he rushed in front of him and leaped up to block the shot out of bounds. The crowd erupted in applause, and Situ Yanan stood up shouting, "Block him hard, Fantasi!". The opposing Center, with a dark expression, shot a disdainful glance at A Fei before running out to the zero-degree angle three-point line to prepare for an inbound pass. The opposing Point Guard signaled for a timeout from the referee. It dawned on me: their Point Guard was actually their captain. At this moment, there were just over two minutes left in the game, and we led by three points against Fantasi.
We walked off the court and sat down together to discuss tactics with our heads bowed. Jiang Lingfeng: "This is do-or-die; after this timeout by Fantasi, they will likely go all out, so their physical play during offense may increase..." "What are we afraid of? If they play rough, we'll match them blow for blow!" I interrupted Jiang Lingfeng. "Jie, your impulsive nature could be a major flaw in big tournaments," I continued. "If they play rougher, we shouldn't think about how to overpower them with even bigger moves but rather how to make their aggressive actions futile." A Fei patted my shoulder; I nodded in understanding. However, that pent-up frustration still lingered inside me—perhaps this is what they call youthful recklessness.
Since both teams only had a brief timeout of several seconds, we barely exchanged a few words before the referee blew the whistle signaling us back onto the court. Once back on the court, it was still Fantasi's possession. We exchanged several rounds of play but neither side managed to score, highlighting how intense our defenses were. When the opposing Center went outside the three-point line for an inbound pass, he took a long breath before handing it off to the opposing Point Guard, who slowly moved forward while being closely guarded by Jiang Lingfeng. As he moved right and suddenly passed back in another direction, their forward took a shot right in front of me—missed! A Fei managed to grab that crucial rebound before either of them could react; however, both their Center and Point Guard rushed over and surrounded him. Holding onto the ball tightly against his chest, A Fei found himself trapped under their double-team as they tried to force us into a 20-second violation to regain possession.
After some time passed, it seemed like A Fei suddenly spotted an opportunity; he subtly signaled for me to move behind their Center. Understanding his cue, I dashed over as he quickly rolled the ball through their Center's legs. With only two seconds left on the shot clock after receiving it, I stepped on the free-throw line and quickly took my shot—swish! 50! There was just one minute and forty seconds left in the game as our lead increased back to five points.
"Dream Chasers will win! Dream Chasers will win!" Our cheerleaders began chanting again while waving their arms excitedly. Looking at the quiet audience from the Fantasy Team, a smug smile crept onto my face; it's surprising that such arrogant people have supporters at all. The captain of Fantasi chose not to call a timeout but instead opted for immediate offense; after inbounding, their Guard passed directly out to their shooting Center, who caught it at zero degrees outside the three-point line and shot—score! With one minute and twenty-eight seconds remaining in the game after our inbound play, Jiang Lingfeng controlled the ball as he slowly drifted left while being pursued by their Point Guard, who attempted a steal but failed.
After shaking off their defense, he tossed a high pass down low to A Fei. As he jumped up with arms raised high using both hands to catch it, their giant Center, coming from behind him, reached out trying to snatch away what he had just caught!
Holding tightly onto the ball despite being yanked down by their powerful center's pull caused him to crash heavily onto the floor. The referee quickly blew his whistle. "A Fei!” I rushed over first while Jiang Lingfeng followed closely behind me. "Jie! How's A Fei!?" exclaimed Sha Xiaomei, her face filled with worry as she looked at him on the court. Together with Jiang Lingfeng, we helped lift up A Fei. He rubbed his head vigorously before grimacing in pain as he reached behind his back to feel his spine.
Jiang Lingfeng signaled to the referee for our last timeout and helped carry him off towards our bench area. "A Fei! Are you okay?" asked an anxious Sha Xiaomei from behind us; I noticed tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke. Turning back slightly with a forced smile towards her, he reassured her: "I'm fine; don't worry about me...". While massaging his back gently, Jiang Lingfeng asked him: "A Fei, can you continue playing? Don't push yourself; your health is far more important than winning."
Nodding firmly despite his discomfort, A Fei replied: "I'm fine; I can play—championship means everything in my eyes." Seeing Jiang Lingfeng 's eyes filled with emotion as he patted A Fei on his shoulder made me feel proud of our team spirit.
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