What? The trainer is warming up.

Chapter 11 Did he feel like he was capable again?

"Wells, step back and defend the paint."

Qin Yu's voice carried an undeniable penetrating power, clearly reaching Wells' ears in the noisy arena.

Wells was taken aback, not expecting the protagonist to give orders so directly, but Qin Yu had already stepped forward and stood firmly in front of Number 52. Wells hesitated for two seconds, but ultimately chose to obey; Qin Yu's performance was enough to convince him.

Although No. 52's playing style is similar to that of a "stretch big man", it is different from the stretch big men of 10 years later. He does not have the ability to shoot three-pointers. His only way to score is to drive into the paint and finish the game by relying on his height, jumping ability and explosiveness.

The best strategy to deal with this kind of "pseudo-outside center" is to allow them to shoot from the outside, with the guards moving up and the center moving down, so as not to give them the space to accelerate and drive to the basket.

Time was of the essence, and the protagonist and Wells were not familiar with each other, so there was no opportunity to work on their teamwork. They could only use the most direct commands to finalize the defensive strategy.

Seeing Qin Yu actively guarding and Wells collapsing inside, number 52 frowned, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He was somewhat unaccustomed to this defensive setup.

However, after a slight hesitation, he still chose to continue with the one-on-one attack. He first took a step forward, then quickly gathered the ball, took a step, and forcefully attacked the basket.

Qin Yu did not retreat but took the initiative to fight back.

Number 52 is somewhat like Giannis Antetokounmpo, but he doesn't have the same physical strength as Giannis. He's too skinny and lacks impact. Even if he could get to the basket, if the defender doesn't lose their position and provides enough physical contact, he won't have an easy time.

Sure enough, the moment the two bodies collided, number 52's momentum noticeably faltered.

Qin Yu's shoulder pressed against his torso like an iron plate, forcefully slowing him down. By the time he entered the penalty area, number 52 could no longer jump at full power. His once-proud jumping ability and explosiveness were completely shattered by the confrontation, and his movements became extremely stiff.

At the same time, Wells also came up.

"Bang!"

Under double pressure, number 52 forced a shot, and the basketball bounced off the front edge of the rim and flew out.

Wells leaped up and grabbed the rebound, and the Red Team launched a counterattack, with the players charging towards the White Team's half like wild horses.

After advancing to the frontcourt, Hank did not hesitate and immediately passed the ball to Qin Yu.

"Watch him."

"Don't let him shoot three-pointers..."

"Move aside, I'll handle this!"

The white team players tensed instantly, several eyes locking onto Qin Yu. Number 7 shouted at Xiao Rizi, signaling him to give up his defensive position. Qin Yu's consecutive scores had made him realize that this substitute number 11 was very strong, and Tian Bian's defense simply couldn't stop him.

Qin Yu's gaze swept across the entire court, without lingering on number 7 or hesitating. He immediately lowered his center of gravity, broke through to the left, and after two steps, suddenly flipped over, preparing to jump shoot.

"really......"

Number 7 was prepared; he knew he was at a height disadvantage and that Qin Yu would most likely use his height advantage to force a shot. The other players on the white team also reacted, and Xiao Zi rushed over without thinking, joining Number 7 as two figures simultaneously lunged towards Qin Yu.

Just as the two were about to block the basketball, Qin Yu suddenly flipped his wrist, not shooting, but passing the ball out.

The two turned around in surprise and saw Hank standing outside the three-point line at the top of the arc, with no one within two meters in front of him. It was an absolutely open shot!

At this point, it was too late for the white team players to cover.

"We must seize this opportunity!"

Hank took a deep breath, felt the texture of the basketball with his fingertips, adjusted his shooting rhythm slightly, then leaped up, his eyes fixed on the basket, and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Whoosh!"

The crisp sound of the ball piercing the net rang out, and the basketball swished through the net!

Hank laughed, a very happy laugh.

This was the most comfortable goal he scored today. Instead of celebrating, he ran to Qin Yu and gave him a high five: "Beautiful pass."

"You threw it beautifully too," Qin Yu praised.

The two looked at each other and smiled, a tacit understanding quietly growing between them.

The score was 32-48, a difference of 16 points. From 28 points to 16 points, it only took a few minutes. Everything happened too fast.

At this point, the white team started to panic.

Someone suggested, "Let's call a timeout."

Number 7 and Number 52 exchanged a glance and called a timeout. They were still a little dazed. How did they only have 16 points left?

Continuing like this is actually quite dangerous. We need to call a timeout to adjust and figure out how to limit the opponent's substitute number 11.

Where did that guy come from? He's only been playing for a short while, but he's already scored a whopping 11 points, along with a steal and an assist.

Is this a substitute?

"Let me explain..."

Number 7 called to his teammates, saying, "Don't panic, play steadily, pass the ball around more. Also, strengthen your defense against number 11."

As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Rizi with displeasure in his eyes and said irritably, "Tanabe, don't guard number 11 anymore, switch with Sanders."

He just discussed it with number 52, Sanders, and they were considering simply replacing Tanabe, but after thinking about it, they decided against it. There aren't many three-point shooters like Tanabe among the substitutes; he can provide outside firepower and create space, so he's actually quite valuable.

Of course, No. 7 also reminded Xiao Rizi to calm down, not to argue with Qin Yu, and to do his job well, including making the three-pointer...

......

Over here, the members of the red team are gathered together.

Ellie came over and pounced on Qin Yu, startling him so much that he froze on the spot. I swear it wasn't that I didn't want to dodge, but that I was terrified.

"Ellie," Hank called out.

Ellie finally released Qin Yu, her bright eyes still fixed on him, and said with a hint of reproach, "Why didn't you say so sooner if you were so amazing?"

Qin Yu was speechless. "I already told you, but you didn't believe me."

"Alright, next..."

Hank waved for Ellie to step aside, saying he needed to plan the tactics. However, he quickly paused, then asked, "Qin, what's our next move?"

Several teammates also turned to look at Qin Yu.

After a few minutes, they no longer doubted Qin Yu's ability. They knew that closing the gap to 16 points was entirely thanks to Qin Yu, clearly demonstrating his superior skill. The basketball court was like a battlefield, where strength reigned supreme, and the players subconsciously began to center their team around him.

Qin Yu didn't mince words, saying, "We're only down by 16 points, and we still have 12 minutes left. We have a real chance to turn things around. But the first thing we need to do is improve our defense, especially our defense against numbers 7 and 52. Without proper defense, it's very difficult to catch up."

The group nodded in agreement.

When you're behind, defense is crucial. Even if you're good at scoring, if you can't stop your opponent, they'll keep scoring too. The score will just keep fluctuating, and after a few minutes, the difference might still be the same.

Qin Yu only made some simple arrangements for the defense.

For example, to deal with a "pseudo-spacing center" like number 2, you need to press the defense, prevent the opponent from getting up and force them to shoot from the outside. Wells needs to keep the defense low and guard the inside, and give number 52 enough physical contact, since physical contact is number 52's disadvantage.

For example, when guarding a short, stocky guard like number 7, a taller player should be used. Hank is barely tall enough; he should reduce physical contact with the opponent and use his height and wingspan to cover him...

The main focus is on defending numbers 52 and 7, and both are single-defense formations.

Qin Yu didn't set up any complicated zone defense tactics because the team was put together temporarily and lacked chemistry, so even if complicated tactics were set up, they wouldn't be executed properly.

"As for the attack..."

Qin Yu paused, turned to look at the White Team, and sneered, "They'll definitely tighten their defense on me later, but trust me, I won't let you down. Hank, I'll play point guard. You guys move around more and find your preferred positions. Don't worry, as long as you get into position, the ball will definitely reach you."

Their eyes lit up, and without any doubt, they all nodded in agreement.

Whether this match can be turned around depends entirely on Qin Yu; just listen to him.

......

The pause has ended.

Both teams returned to the field, and the game continued.

With a 16-point deficit and 12 minutes remaining in the game, the suspense returned for the audience. Some cheered loudly for the Red Team, some encouraged Hank and others, and some shouted at the players on the court, hoping that Qin Yu would continue his previous performance.

However, some people are more pessimistic, believing that the white team will definitely focus on defending Qin Yu, and once he is contained, the red team is doomed.

On the field, the white team is on offense.

After arriving at the frontcourt, number 7 made a gesture, and number 52 stepped up to set a screen, seemingly preparing for another "screen-and-roll play." But it was just a feint. The ball was given to number 52, who pretended to attack the basket, drawing Qin Yu's help defense, and then passed the ball to Xiao Rizi.

Every day, he catches the ball and immediately shoots a three-pointer.

"Whoosh!"

Goal!

Xiao Ziran suddenly became smug and looked at Qin Yu with a provocative gaze.

"Does he think he's got it all now and is starting to act all high and mighty?" Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, a chilling smile creeping across his lips. "Fine, you'll be crying later."