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We managed to catch up with two quick scores from the bald guy. His physical abilities are truly outstanding compared to ours. After our serve, we switched to a more agile strategy. I quickly ran along the three-point line while holding the ball, then passed it behind me to A Fei. After receiving the ball, A Fei faced the bald guy and threw a high pass to Ouyang at the top of the arc. Ouyang caught the ball, took two steps forward, then stepped back for a mid-range jumper that went in. The bald guy quickly retreated to the corner for a serve. The Celtics' Point Guard slowly dribbled toward the top of the arc and then threw the ball high toward the basket. The bald guy sprinted toward the basket; it looked like he was going for an alley-oop! No way! I couldn't just stand by and let them score. I quickly ran under the basket and used my shoulder to block the bald guy. A Fei jumped high to catch the ball, landed, and passed it to Ouyang, who jumped again at the top of the arc and hit another three-pointer! 84, we scored five consecutive points and took back the lead.
After serving, the Celtics' Point Guard no longer held the ball but passed it to the bald guy and moved aside to defend. Huh? Are they letting the Center organize the offense? Is this another mismatch tactic? The bald guy charged straight toward the basket while we three retreated to block him. However, his size and strength were too good; he jumped over us three and made a layup, bringing the score to 86. He later used this advantage to score several more times. With seven minutes left in the game, we were trailing by two points at 101. Every time he scored, he shot me a sharp glare that made me feel uneasy, as if he was looking for trouble with us.
"Jade Unicorn Three Swordsmen will win!" Suddenly, a shout rang out as Shuai Dong and Pang Hao arrived carrying a big banner. Shuai Dong complained as they walked, "Pang Hao, hurry up! It's all your fault for always dragging your feet; otherwise, we could have made it in time for their game." Pang Hao wasn't pleased with that remark: "What do you mean dragging my feet? You were late because you insisted on styling your hair!" The two of them sat down on the bench with their banner and shouted, "Go Three Swordsmen!" These two even came over to cheer us on; although they were late, I decided to forgive them! After all, they braved this heat just to support us.
Huh? Where are Xia Ying and Sha Xiaomei? And Situ Jianfei and others? Where did that spectacular cheering squad from yesterday go? After our serve, I took a shot from beyond the three-point line and scored! 11. After serving, the bald guy passed to the Point Guard and signaled him to pass it back; he was going for another direct pass under the basket! No way; I couldn't let him continue dominating our paint! Could I try a different method to stop him? Yes! I could steal from behind him! This method was worth a shot. Sure enough, as he reached the top of the arc and began his drive, A Fei and Ouyang positioned themselves in front of him in the paint while I stealthily moved outside. Just as he broke past Ouyang and A Fei, I reached out from behind and successfully knocked the ball away! A Fei seized the opportunity to grab it and passed it back to me; after reaching the top of the arc, I fed Ouyang for an assist on his mid-range jumper!
151, just like that! The bald guy could only score close-range; he had no shooting percentage from mid-range or beyond. In other words, once he left the basket area, he was practically useless. However, both Celtics' Point Guard and Forward weren't completely ineffective either. But Ouyang and I could handle those two just fine. By the eighth minute of play, we had already taken an eight-point lead at 91. It would be quite a challenge for them to catch up within two minutes, especially since we had possession now. The bald guy's glare seemed like it could devour us whole.
After our serve, Ouyang missed a mid-range shot. The bald guy grabbed the rebound and slammed it hard into Ouyang's chest; Ouyang fell to the ground from this sudden "attack," prompting the referee to blow his whistle immediately.
"Ouyang!" A Fei and I rushed over; Ouyang lay on the ground with his eyes closed and breathing heavily. Staff hurried onto the court with a stretcher to take him offside while Shuai Dong and Pang Hao rushed over to check on his condition. "You played dirty..." I clenched my fists as I approached the bald guy through gritted teeth. He sneered dismissively: "It was just a passing error; who told your teammate not to position himself properly? Can't even dodge a pass—no wonder you guys can't play basketball well..." He even shot me a look as if mocking our team's dignity. Hearing this made my whole body tremble with anger; through clenched teeth, I said: "You better watch your mouth..."
"Shut your mouth cleanly; don't spit out some rubbish! Didn't your teacher teach you how to speak properly?" The bald guy was furious at my words too; he glared back at me as if ready for a fight. The referee quickly intervened between us signaling us to return to our respective corners of the court. We glared at each other but retreated back; once at our sidelines, we checked on Ouyang's condition. After receiving oxygen and treatment, Ouyang felt much better. "Ouyang, can you continue playing?" I asked him as I leaned down; he touched his chest: "Yeah, I'm good now; I just couldn't catch my breath earlier." As he tried to stand up, I held him down and asked medical staff for confirmation before finally letting go of him once they assured me it was okay.
That despicable bald guy had no sense of basic sportsmanship whatsoever!
Ouyang stood up and jumped twice signaling that play could resume. We returned to court where we were granted possession again; after A Fei handed me the ball, I sprinted toward the basket using Lingbo Microstep to evade both him and their defender before scoring easily—11 points left with one minute eight seconds remaining! Our lead had reached double digits; victory was assured! After serving again, their Point Guard passed back to the bald guy once more. I noticed that his possession rate was almost above eighty percent—the Celtics' Forward hardly touched the ball at all; even when they occasionally received passes they quickly got rid of it again—looks like he's also a proud lone wolf.
The bald guy charged toward the basket again while I attempted another steal from behind him but unexpectedly found him swinging his elbows hard backward while holding onto the ball—this force was immense! I even heard a strong gust of wind from it but thankfully managed to dodge just in time by leaning back several steps! This should count as playing dirty too—the referee decisively blew his whistle signaling him for a technical foul awarding us two free throws plus possession afterward! The bald guy appeared unfazed by this as he swaggered toward either side of free-throw line while I calmly sank both free throws—1 point added! Our victory was sealed!
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