Chapter Forty-Six: The Beginning of the Competition
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The start time of the game was three o'clock in the afternoon, and now it is less than half past two, and the Hongyun Arena is already full, and the sound of heated discussions resounded throughout the stadium. Of the crowd, four-fifths were Thunderstorm Middle School fans, and only one-fifth were supporters of Chinese High School.
Outside the arena, Li Hua looked at the group of players standing in front of him and shouted, "Is everyone here?"
Ling Hao scanned it carefully and replied, "Yun Feng hasn't arrived yet. ”
"What!" Li Hua shouted, "What! Why is it him again?" ”
Ling Hao also looked helpless, and said, "We have already called him, he should be there soon." ”
"Well, let's go in first, then. Li Hua sighed, carried his luggage, took the lead in front, and the players behind him also walked into the field.
After a "long" journey, they finally arrived at the dressing room and the players began to change their clothes.
"Sorry, we're late. The door to the locker room was opened, and Qin Yu walked in, while Yun Feng was following her with her head down.
Zhao Xin looked at these two people and said with a smile: "You two are really inseparable." ”
"Cut!" Qin Yu sneered, and then secretly twisted Yun Feng's back.
"Pain!" Yun Feng squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
Qin Yu attached to Yun Feng's ear and said softly, "Remember what I said. ”
Yun Feng nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, I know." ”
"That's good. Qin Yu left with a smile.
Li Hua glanced at Yun Feng and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes, we're going to warm up." ”
"Oh. Yun Feng took out the jersey from his bag and changed it in three or two clicks.
Li Hua patted Yun Feng's shoulder and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to work hard for you." ”
The fluorescent lights were also turned off in the hall, the colorful lights were turned on, the music was playing on the radio, and the cheerleaders of the Thunderstorm Middle School were dancing neatly on the field, and the audience was also swaying. In the audience, all kinds of thunderstorm middle school cheering signs were shaking. At first glance, it's the home of Thunderstorm Middle School.
"Guys, there's only fifteen minutes left until the start of the finals!" the narrator shouted passionately.
As the Chinese middle school players stepped out of the passage, a slight cheer erupted from a corner, but it quickly died out in the sea of sound. And when Thunderstorm Middle School entered the arena, basically the entire audience stood up and cheered, and the sound was earth-shattering.
"Thunderstorm Middle School Come on !!"
"Thunderstorm Middle School Wins !!"
"Thunderstorm! Thunderstorm! Thunderstorm!"
"Nightshade!"
"The Most Handsome !!"
"Nightshade!"
"Strongest !!"
"Nightshade!"
"We love you!!"
And in a remote corner, several plaques that read 'Come on Chinese Middle School' were swaying in the wind.
"I'll go. Zhao Xin smiled bitterly: "The momentum of the audience has already lost a lot." ”
Wen Hao plucked his ear and said, "That's it, this voice makes me really uncomfortable." ”
Ling Hao spread out his hands and said, "No way, who told us that we have been at the bottom for five consecutive years, there are very few people who support us, and we should be content to have so many fans." ”
Shaosa followed: "And Thunderstorm Middle School has won the championship for 9 consecutive years, and it is normal to have many fans. ”
Soon, the cheerleaders danced, and the hall returned to the state of fluorescent lights, and the hall instantly fell silent. The players of both teams settled their bags and began to warm up.
Yun Feng picked up the ball, and the flush on his face gradually faded. Shot a ball and hollowed it into the net.
Xiao Ling got the ball and immediately threw a three-point shot outside, but he didn't stick it directly, picked up the ball and threw it again, but the result was still three sticks, and he couldn't help but curse softly: "Go!
Ling Hao made a few quick changes of direction, but as a result, he usually did a very skillful set of actions, but today he accidentally smashed his own foot.
Wen Hao relied on playing Shaosa on the inside line, and then turned around to hook his hand, but because of the excessive force, he flew directly behind the board, and Wen Hao shook his head helplessly.
"Yun Feng!" Zhao Xin shouted, and then ran to the inside line.
Yun Feng nodded knowingly and threw the ball forward. Zhao Xin jumped up and prepared to dunk in an aerial relay, but he didn't grasp the ball and smashed it directly into the basket.
Seeing this, Li Huazou frowned.
"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and Zimu's hands were violently clasped and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.
"Bang !!"
There was a louder bang, and Ye Mingtian directly came to a one-handed violent buckle through Zimu.
"Brush!" Situ has no regrets about the three-point shot hollow into the net.
Chen Qingyin changed direction and dribbled in the low position on the outside, and the speed was so fast that people could only see a bunch of afterimages.
"Wow!" the audience erupted in cheers again.
"Hmm~~~" The night guard nodded with satisfaction, and smiled in his heart: "The game hasn't started yet, and they have already been defeated in terms of momentum." It seems that compared to Ryoma Middle School, this game should be easy to win. ”
In the audience, players from Ryoma Middle School also came to watch the game.
"Captain. Zhang Ke looked at Fang Le and asked, "Which side do you think will win?"
"You don't have to ask. Zheng Wei interjected: "It must be from Thunderstorm Middle School, look at the Chinese Middle School, the game hasn't started yet, and the momentum is already so weak, it's no wonder that you can win." Although I would also like the Chinese high school to win so that we can meet them again in the lower bracket, this is simply not realistic. ”
Zhang Ke was not convinced, and said: "How do you know that Thunderstorm Middle School will definitely win, and basketball is not a one-person sport." ”
"Yes, basketball is not a one-man sport. Zheng Wei didn't dare to show weakness and responded: "But do you think that the cooperation of Thunderstorm Middle School will not be as good as that of the Chinese Middle School? The personal ability of the players is not as good as that of Thunderstorm Middle School, and the cooperation between the players is not as good as that of Thunderstorm Middle School, and even the tactics are not as good as Thunderstorm Middle School. ”
"But~~~" Zhang Ke was still unconvinced.
But Fang Leke didn't have the patience to continue listening to their quarrel, "Enough, don't quarrel." It's useless to say more now, the results speak for themselves, and we'll see the end quietly. ”
"Toot!!"
Referee A blew the whistle to signify the start of the game.
The players from both sides quickly gathered near the midfield, and Ye Mingtian walked up to Yun Feng, stretched out his hand, and smiled: "Hello, please advise." ”
Yun Feng also stretched out his hand to shake it with him, and said, "Please advise." ”
"Don't let me down. Ye Mingtian smiled and walked away.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the game is about to begin. The commentators are going to start their conversation again, "Now let's take a look at the starting lineups of both sides. ”
Chinese High School Starting Lineup:
Wen Hao, big forward, 1.94 meters tall, number 0.
Yun Feng, small forward, 1.88 meters tall, No. 3.
Zhao Xin, center, 1.98 meters tall, No. 5.
Xiao Ling, a shooting guard, is 1.85 meters tall and is 11.
Ling Hao, point guard, 1.83 meters tall, 27.
Thunderstorm Middle School starting lineup:
Power forward, Tang Xuehui, 1.96 meters tall, No. 11.
Small forward, night Mingtian, height 1.91 meters, number 23.
Center, Purple Wood, 2.10 meters tall, 33.
Scoring guard, Situ has no regrets, 1.87 meters tall, 15 numbers.
Point guard, Chen Qingyin, 1.78 meters tall, 17.
"Toot!"
Zimu and Zhao Xin jumped up for the ball at the same time, their hands crossed in the air.