Everyone has their cranky thoughts when they are young.

Zhang Xiaojian not only thought about being a star when he was a child, but also really wanted to play in the NBA, not only that... One year, when the national football team lost the Asian Cup, he also thought about playing football and reviving the glory of stinky feet... This word is not very accurate, to be precise, the national football team has not been glorious.

Of course, these desires fade as we get older.

Instead, I'm going to earn money, I'm going to earn money, I'm going to earn money....

The idea of making money is very practical, but in fact, having the idea of just wanting to make money also represents a little maturity.

Now Zhang Xiaojian doesn't need to make money, it doesn't mean that he is immature, just like he has the ability to play in the NBA, and he won't play, and he is not famous.. still make a fortune in a muffled voice and live a comfortable life.

But the game in front of him did make him rekindle his passion for basketball when he was on the court every day in college.

This game is not strictly speaking, but the atmosphere of the audience and the smell of gunpowder from the confrontation between the two sides have come out, and it will be particularly good.

After Xiao Wang, a foreign aid from the Sports Institute, returned to the field, the Chinese Department had a backbone, and the offense began to become hierarchical and organized.

When Xiao Wang made a mid-range jumper and completely leveled the score, Zhang Xiaojian felt that his eardrums were about to be shattered by the cheers around him.

It's just that...

The good times didn't last long, the score had just been leveled, and in the next round of offense, the big center of the Chinese department fell to the ground tragically after grabbing the rebound, and Zhang Xiaojian even saw the big man's ankle contact with the ground in a folded way.

Screams rang out.

It's the school doctor again, it's the suspension again...

Luo Tengfei looked annoyed, and the audience from the Chinese Department showed a look of concern, and the scene fell into chaos again.

Soon after, the Chinese center was carried away by a single frame, and the game returned to order.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Xiaojian felt that after losing the center, the Chinese department, which was equivalent to losing the ability to rebound and protect the frame, would be defeated, but after suffering one blow after another, the Chinese department would play better and better in the next games.

Even at half-time, through quick offensive and defensive transitions and decisive shots, he led by a full fifteen points.

Competitive sports are such wonderful things.

The strength on paper and the statistics of the computer can never test the final result, and the psychological state and morale of the players are sometimes the key factors that determine the victory or defeat.

All the audience members of the Chinese department were crazy, whether they were shouting offensive or defending, their expressions were fierce and foaming.

Represented by Luo Tengfei, his eyes are about to bulge out, which shows how hot the atmosphere is.

Zhang Xiaojian also blended into this atmosphere and regarded the Chinese basketball team as his home team.

They also lived up to expectations, and after the start of the second half, they used ferocious hand-to-hand combat, running at the expense of their lives, and crazy pressing to play a series of climaxes.

The match was finally fixed at 72:55.

The Chinese basketball team, which lost its center, showed its strength, and the audience was boiling, and the cheers shook the sky.

Just the next final...

Zhang Xiaojian felt that even if there was a lunch break, they might not recover, the players sitting next to the court were really sweating, some were cramping, some were pale...

Members of the cheerleading squad handed them bottles of mineral water.

They didn't even have the heart to look at the beauty, they either poured it directly on their faces, or they drank it with their necks back.

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In between the two semi-finals, the student council organized some games, and the atmosphere finally changed from saber rattling to laughter.

But when the second semi-final began, the atmosphere returned, and the cheerleaders and spectators of both sides began to fight each other again.

The game was played by the English basketball team against the physics basketball team.

It has nothing to do with the Chinese Department, Zhang Xiaojian and the audience around him are all in the mentality of watching the excitement and not thinking that it is too big to do it, and he also sees acquaintances.

Zhou Liyang, wearing a green jersey, appeared in the starting position of the English department.

After the beginning of the game, he was like a lightning bolt straight into the enemy's hinterland, grabbed the rebound, and at first glance he was not a student but a foreign aid, and the center with the word Fan Long printed on his back made a long pass.

After receiving the ball, Zhou Liyang did not go to the basket, but jumped in three steps and dunked with one hand!

"Bang!", although the jump height is average, and the dunk posture is not fancy, but after all, the dunk can always drive the atmosphere of the whole court.

The screams of the girls sounded at this moment, and Zhou Liyang, who had finished buckling the blue, ran back while showing off his biceps, don't say... It's really good practice.

And this game seems to be over because of this dunk.

The English Department of the green jersey has Zhou Liyang and foreign aid Fan Long, whose strength has improved a lot compared with previous years, and they basically play according to the physics department.

There are so many girls in the English department... The screams completely overshadowed the male audience.

In fact, the suspense was completely lost in the middle of the game, and the players of the physics department were all depressed, while the players of the English department raised their heads in the cheers of the girls.

At the start of the second half, there was no smell of gunpowder, because the physics students were more than halfway there...

The members of the English department did not fight to the death, but played.

Just playing around, it seems to be a bit of a humiliation to the members of the physics basketball team.

Of course, even if there is no audience, the players of the physics department are ruthless, but it is useless to be ruthless, the score is too far behind, the chase is full of courts, and desperately, under the efficient conduction, they look like tired dogs.

But they didn't give up, and under the pressure of their physical strength, they finally grabbed a few opportunities and narrowed the score a little.

At this time, the green team serves in the backcourt, and the physics department of the black team uniform is the whole court to mark and defend.

The ball quickly reached Fan Long's hands, because of the rule that eight seconds will be whistled for a foul in less than half time, he must pass the ball to the front court.

It's just that I don't know if it's a slip of the hand, or if the score is too much It doesn't matter, under the pressure, his ball passed a little off, and it smashed into the audience on the sidelines.

The ball came too fast and went straight to Zhang Xiaojian's front door.

Zhang Xiaojian's reaction was already very fast, and he tilted his head slightly, but he was still smashed.

The ball bounced off after making intimate contact with his face, and his body was crooked, as if he had been smashed a little dazed, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Zheng Jiakai helped him and looked at Fan Long in the field.

Fan Long said with an embarrassed face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

This kind of thing happens all the time, and as long as it's okay, no one cares.

After being smashed, Zhang Xiaojian didn't recover yet, the ball had already been sent out again, and the game continued as usual, Ye Mozhu hurriedly ran over and saw that he had a nosebleed.

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Take the rolled up tissue from your nostrils that is blocking your nose.

After the game without any suspense, Zhang Xiaojian, who was already sitting in the cafeteria of the Normal University again, felt that there was no big problem.

The dishes in front of him were a little sumptuous, Zhang Xiaojian picked up a piece of tender tenderloin, and took a bite of rice, which felt very good.

Ye Mozhu sandwiched a green vegetable for him: "You eat too much meat." ”

Zhang Xiaojian smiled, Bai Yang and Zheng Jiakai felt full before they had eaten, and the invisible dog food was the most deadly....

On the other side, Luo Tengfei, who was trotting back all the way, sat down and said a little angrily: "I inquired, that Fan Long is a foreign aid brought by Zhou Liyang, why should he do it on purpose!"

Zhang Xiaojian ate the green vegetables that Ye Mozhu gave him and said, "No, eat first, eat first." ”

"Damn, why aren't you angry at all?" Luo Tengfei looked at Zhang Xiaojian's eyes widened.

Zhang Xiaojian said open-mindedly: "At that time, he was guarded very tightly, and if he couldn't pass the ball, he would be fouled, and an accident was possible in an emergency, wasn't it?"

"That's right..."

Bai Yang took a sip of Coke and said, "Anyway, after I finished these two games, I really think that your Chinese department... It seems that it is difficult to beat the English department. ”

"Don't be discouraged by others to destroy your own prestige, anything is possible in competitive sports!" Luo Tengfei slapped the table.

Ye Mozhu didn't maintain such an optimistic attitude, and said: "They also have several cramps, and I don't know if they can recover in the afternoon." ”

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Can't slow down.

They are not professional athletes, college students who have not received physical training have fought too fiercely before, and one such competition a day is enough for them to raise for several days, let alone a noon time.

The final began with boiling applause and cheers.

The English Department is the same as the Chinese Department, and in previous years, the fish belly and the king, but this year it seems that the identity has been completely reversed, the English department has become the king, and the Chinese with the wounded soldiers has become the fish belly.

The players of the Chinese basketball team, who lost their center and were too physically exhausted in the last game, fell behind by a full fifteen points in the first quarter.

Running all over the court, Zhou Liyang and Fan Long, who were out of the limelight, used a variety of blocking and dismantling to get out of the limelight, and the level was indeed higher than that of college students.

After only watching the first quarter, Zhang Xiaojian felt that the game of the Chinese Department should be gone.

In the second quarter, as he expected, the score was directly stretched to as much as 20 points, and the players of the English department began to play again.

As a result, the members of the Chinese Department who felt humiliated began to work hard again.

It was almost exactly the same script as the game against the physics department in the morning, it was Fan Long who was caught in the backcourt and couldn't get the ball, and it was on the sidelines not far from Zhang Xiaojian.

tried his best again, it seemed to be a mistake, but it was like a cannonball's pass, straight to Zhang Xiaojian's door.

Zhang Xiaojian, who had been talking about nothing when he was eating, squinted, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, his palm made contact with the basketball, making a muffled sound.

The muffled sound resounded in the ears of his friends and the spectators around him, and he knew how powerful the ball was just by listening to the sound.

But what surprised them was that at such a short distance and with such a strong force, Zhang Xiaojian was not knocked down, but grabbed the ball directly with one hand.

The basketball was grabbed by Zhang Xiaojian with one hand in the palm of his hand, he raised his eyebrows, his face sank, and asked Ye Mozhu, who was concerned about him before he could speak: "Pig, can I be a foreign aid in your Chinese department?"

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