At seven o'clock on Thursday morning, the players of the Chinese High School took a rented bus to the familiar battlefield again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info After a day's rest yesterday, everyone is in high spirits and ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

After a ten-minute journey, they arrived at the Hongyun Stadium at half past seven, packed their luggage, and walked to the locker room with ease.

"Why does it feel a little wrong?"

Zhao Xin looked at the quiet team and felt as if something was missing.

"Is there a lack of someone's voice?" Ling Hao asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, it's sound. ”

As soon as Ling Hao reminded him, Zhao Xin immediately reacted. He secretly glanced at Wen Hao, and the more he thought about it, the more strange it became, this kid usually chirps and talks crookedly, why is he so quiet today?

With a "click", Li Hua opened the door of the locker room and took the lead and walked in, "Hurry up and change your clothes and get ready to warm up." ”

Wen Hao walked straight to the corner of the locker room, put down his backpack, and took out his jersey from it to change into. The whole process was unusually quiet, not even a sound at all.

"What's wrong with him today?"

Yun Feng asked Qin Yu in a low voice, although he rarely socialized with other people, he also found that Wen Hao was a little abnormal today.

"The calm before the storm. ”

Qin Yu looked surprised and said very casually.

According to the regulations, the warm-up time for the players before the game was only 20 minutes, so a group of people walked to the field with neat steps and full of energy after putting on their warm-up clothes.

The bright LED lights illuminated the stadium brighter than the sunlight outside, and when the Chinese middle school players walked out of the passageway, there was a burst of cheers. From easy eagle capture to perfect revenge, from difficult shield breaking to thunderstorm, from Yun Feng's backing to Ling Hao's spinning ball, one wonderful game after another, a gorgeous performance, so that the four words of Chinese middle school are deeply imprinted in the hearts of the audience.

"Come on!!"

The familiar shouting attracted Ren Yan's eyes. Zhang Qing, this kid, is leading a large number of students from the Chinese middle school to shout, today is not a holiday, and the Chinese middle school is not a holiday, so they are obviously skipping class to watch the game.

Ren Yan raised his right hand and gave Zhang Qing a thumbs up. Zhang Qing also smiled and stretched out his hand after seeing it, giving a thumbs up in return.

"Let's go on, let them see the strength of our Chinese middle school!!" shouted a student from a Chinese middle school.

"Come on!!" The other students also shouted, looking at this posture, there should be a lot of people.

At the same time, the players of Golden Lion Middle School also appeared, and there were a lot of cheers, but they were still a little inferior compared to Chinese middle schools.

After the applause, the players of both teams took the court and began to do a series of necessary warm-up exercises such as jogging, switchback running, cross-step running, joint exercises, leg presses, layups, shooting, and free throws.

"Well, our first game of the day is about to start. The voice of the commentator Yu Licheng came from the radio, "The two teams in this game are the Chinese Middle School and the Golden Lion Middle School, which are both dark horses this year. ”

Wu Hai: "I don't need to say anything else, today's game must be very exciting." ”

Yu Licheng: "Oh, what's so exciting?"

Wu Hai: "First of all, as you said, these two teams are both dark horses this year, and it can be said that there is no room for two tigers, and this is bound to be a fierce war. Secondly, Golden Lion Middle School unfortunately lost to Wolf Warrior Middle School the day before yesterday, which can force them to the edge of the cliff, if they lose to Chinese Middle School today, it will be equivalent to early elimination, so they can only win this game and not lose. ”

Yu Licheng: "Then do you mean that Chinese middle schools can lose this game?"

Wu Hai: "Of course not, no team wants to lose. And this game is only allowed to succeed and not fail for the Chinese middle school, in case they lose, not to mention how much psychological pressure they have when facing Wolf Warrior Middle School the day after tomorrow, and they may also be eliminated from the points. Therefore, whether it is for Golden Lion Middle School or for Chinese Middle School, this game is very important and cannot be lost. ”

Yu Licheng: "Then which team do you think has a better chance of winning?"

Wu Hai: "Both teams are very good, and it's hard to say who will win now." ”

Yu Licheng: "・・・・・・"

Wu Hai: "・・・・・・"

It's really hard to be a commentator, and they are already talking about so many topics here before the game even starts. And there are eight games today, how can this be torn down, why didn't it break their throats?

"Toot!"

Before you know it, twenty minutes have passed, and the referee blows the whistle, indicating that the game is about to begin.

After putting away the extra basketball, the referee walked to the halfway line with the game-specific ball. The starters of both teams took off their warm-up jackets and took their positions in the middle of the pitch, with the center forward coming over to jump the ball.

Yu Licheng: "The game is about to start, 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.

Golden Lion School starting lineup:

Big forward, Mo Feng, 1.97 meters tall, 25.

Small forward, Lin Tianguo, 1.92 meters tall, No. 13.

Center, Zheng Debang, height 1.97, 97.

Scoring guard, Li Xiaonian, 1.88 meters tall, 33.

Point guard, Fang Haicheng, 1.84 meters tall, No. 2.

"Toot!"

The referee threw the ball high and quickly stepped aside.

Zhao Xin and Zheng Debang glanced at each other and jumped up and over at the same time.

Yu Licheng: "Golden Lion Middle School jumped to the ball and began to organize the first attack of the game. ”

Fang Haicheng received the ball from Zheng Debang and it only took two seconds to dribble to the front court. At this time, Mo Feng on the inside suddenly turned around and stuck Wen Hao behind him and reached out to ask for the ball.

Fang Haicheng quickly glanced at it, and after making sure it was safe, he carefully hoisted the ball to Mo Feng.

Mo Feng jumped out to receive the ball, stood firm in the right low position, and began to dribble to hit him after Wen Hao posted it. First arched back with brute force, wanting to eat Wen Hao strongly, he was absolutely confident in his strength, but the result was not smooth, except for the first slam that hit Wen Hao, and then no matter how hard he tried, the other party did not move.

"Oh, that's interesting. ”

Mo Feng smiled, suddenly took his right foot as the pivot foot, turned to the right at a 90-degree turn to the side to face the basket, and raised his hand to prepare to shoot. Mo Feng's movements were done in one go, especially the last shot, and even his toes were lit. Such a realistic action made the inexperienced Wen Hao jump like this.

Seeing Wen Hao flying towards him, Mo Feng twisted the upper body of the ball, stepped forward with his left foot, and directly dodged Wen Hao, and then jumped up with both feet to throw the ball.

With a "bang", Golden Lion Middle School hit the first goal of the game.

Looking at the back of Mo Feng leaving, Wen Hao, who had been wrong, finally smiled, "Wait, I will definitely defeat you." ”