The first quarter game.

35:34

The second quarter game.

64:65

The third quarter game.

100:99

The score between the two sides is always only one point different...

Everyone was worried about watching it, which was too exciting.

Qingda lounge area.

"Su Mo, fight steadily, don't worry."

Tao Xiaohui came to Su Mo and said in a deep voice: "We have finally come to this point, so we must not leave any regrets."

Qing University has never won the college championship, which is a pain for everyone in Qing University!

As a physical education teacher, Tao Xiaohui has a deep understanding of it...

Now that I finally have hope of winning the championship, Tao Xiaohui doesn't want to fall into this last step.

"Teacher Tao, let me leave the rest."

Su Mo smiled confidently, and he didn't think he would lose. The word "lose" was never in his dictionary.

When Tao Xiaohui saw Su Mo say this, he also smiled.

I don’t know why, no matter what Su Mo said, people are always willing to believe it.

This may be Su Mo’s personal charm!

Yan Jiuxi took a towel and wiped Su Mo's sweat. Her beautiful eyes were filled with heartache. The first time she saw Su Mo sweat so much.

"Xiao Mo, are you tired?"

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Su Mo picked up the water bottle and drank a sip of water. In fact, he was already very tired.

These three quarters were almost entirely a solo show between Su Mo and Lu Fei. The other players had only one task, which was to pass the ball to the two.

In three consecutive high-intensity games, even if Su Mo's physical fitness has been enhanced by the primary fighting technique, he feels a little overwhelmed.

However, Su Mo knew something better. He was tired and Lu Fei was not much better.

On the other hand, Lu Fei's jersey was soaked in sweat, and he felt like he had taken a bath in the water.

"Brother Fei, I'm sorry, we're so fucked."

Wang Tian handed Lu Fei a towel, his face full of shame.

They couldn't help at all, they could only watch the two show their skills...

This feeling of powerlessness really made Wang Tian a little disappointed.

As a Su Mo fan, Zhuang Lei also looked at Su Mo on the other side when he heard Wang Tian’s words.

Although he had played games with Su Mo before, Zhuang Lei never expected that Su Mo would be so powerful.

Originally, after knowing that Lu Fei was going to participate in this year's college competition, the players of Nanjing University felt that the championship was already their possession.

However, I didn't expect this would be the case...

"What are you saying?"

Lu Fei took the towel and said with a smile: "It's not your fault, it's because Su Mo is too strong."

"But, isn't the game not over yet? We still have a chance to win, come on!"

"come on!"

The players from Nanyang University shouted loudly.

Beep—

The competition begins.

After a short rest, Su Mo and Lu Fei's physical strength recovered slightly.

At the beginning of the game, the two began to collide fiercely again.

As soon as Su Mo held the ball, Wang Tian came to intercept the ball. His purpose was very simple. Even if he couldn't, he would have to consume some of Su Mo's physical strength.

However, before Wang Tian could touch the basketball, he was left blank by Su Mo's fake move of spinning in place.

In order to save energy, Su Mo directly shot on the spot.

"Swish!"

It was still so accurate that the audience in the entire gymnasium was extremely shocking.

"Just a machine, there are times when there are mistakes, right?"

"Is this still a human? It's simply a shooting machine without emotions!"

"It's so accurate. I haven't seen Su Mo make a mistake in shooting..."

"It's simply unsolvable!"

...

In the live broadcast room.

"Damn, is this coming in again?"

"This perverted shooting technique has directly put Qingda invincible."

"Today's competition was so exciting, so exciting!"

"It's so amazing, damn, this is just a college competition! Those who don't know think it's NBA..."

...

Tianhua Stadium.

The game is still going on.

Lu Fei held the ball and broke through to the three-point line in just a few seconds.

A beautiful board shot, the ball goes in.

Su Mo discovered a fact that although his speed was faster than Lu Fei, Lu Fei's experience was too experienced.

Every time he returns without success...

It’s worthy of being honed from NBA!

120:117

134:130

With one minute left before the end of the game, Qingda led by four points.

If this situation continues to develop, Qing University is likely to win the championship in this year's college competition.

At this moment, an accident occurred suddenly.

Zhao Dong, president of the Qing Dynasty Basketball Club, committed a foul while defending Lu Fei.

Another three plus one.

134:134!

The scores of both sides returned to the same level again.

Match time: 37 seconds!

Beep—

Tao Xiaohui called for a pause.

As soon as everyone returned to the rest area, Zhao Dong became guilty with a sad face.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

"What are you saying?"

Su Mo directly interrupted Zhao Dong and said lightly: "It's normal for a foul in the game!"

"When the game started, didn't I foul it too?"

"That's right, president, the game is not over yet, we haven't lost yet."

Zhao Tian also advised him.

Tao Xiaohui came to Su Mo with a solemn expression, "Su Mo, there are 37 seconds left, and we can make two attacks, which means we are likely to play overtime."

"Then what Teacher Tao meant?" Su Mo looked at Tao Xiaohui curiously.
To be continued...