The door was opened, and a tall figure appeared in front of Zhang Yufeng, his haggard face was slightly restrained, but his eyes were full of excitement when he looked at Zhang Yufeng, as if he had seen something he had dreamed of.

"Hello, who are?" Zhang Yufeng looked at the person in front of him blankly, searching for this tall figure in his mind, feeling very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but unfortunately he didn't think about it after thinking about it for a long time.

"Do we know each other?" He wondered, not understanding why the other party was so happy to see him.

"Hello, my name is Song Jie, and I am the editor-in-chief of Xuanyang Sports Newspaper." Song Jie smiled and stretched out his hand, "We once had a relationship, in the players' tunnel, but unfortunately you seemed to have something at that time, and you left after saying a word in a hurry." ”

"It's you!!" Zhang Yufeng suddenly remembered that after playing Longteng High School in the quarterfinals, he was in a hurry to find Zhao Mengshan, but was stopped by the person in front of him and the middle-aged uncle.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yufeng became a little nervous, not because he was facing the people in front of him, but because he thought of their former intentions, took himself away for professional system training, and moved towards professional players, this was the purpose of the past, I don't know what the purpose is today?

He stretched out his hand and shook Song Jie's hand and said, "Hello, my name is Zhang Yufeng." ”

"I know." Song Jie said, "The ace of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School led Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School to win the championship of this year's high school league, and I have watched several of your games." ”

"Really?" Zhang Yufeng laughed, he was really flattered to be concerned by such a person who could change his fate.

In fact, even he doesn't know that through this league, his fame has reached a very terrifying point, all high school students in Xuanyang City basically know him, know that he led Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School from the trough to glory, and also know that it was he who insisted on playing with injuries to win the championship for Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School.

Not only students, but also in society, these things have attracted quite a lot of attention, and even spread to other cities, and it can be said that he is now a celebrity.

"Of course." Song Jie said endlessly, as if he had seen an idol, "I have also written several articles about you, all of which have been published in the newspaper, but unfortunately for some reason, the best one was taken back by the newspaper, otherwise you would be more famous than now." ”

He thought of the agreement he had reached with Yang Juncheng before, his face couldn't help but sink, and the smile on his face also disappeared.

"Thank you!" Zhang Yufeng was a little uncomfortable in the face of the sudden enthusiasm, so he could only say thank you to express his gratitude.

"You're welcome, as the editor-in-chief, it's my duty." Song Jie said, the smile on his face thickened again.

Zhang Yufeng asked embarrassedly and cautiously: "Then may I ask what you are doing today?" ”

Song Jie's face became serious, and he said seriously: "I'm here to visit you, I don't know how your left foot injury is?" Will it affect the future. ”

Zhang Yufeng replied: "The doctor said that there is no major problem, as long as the treatment is good, it will not affect the future." ”

"That's good!" Song Jie said excitedly, "Yang Juncheng, that guy heard that you were injured, and he was always very worried, and he called me countless times in one night, so that I didn't even sleep well, and I took a taxi early in the morning." ”

"Ahh Zhang Yufeng answered, and that vague face appeared in his mind, and his memory was still stuck on the court in the park three years ago.

"Have you forgotten about Yang Juncheng?" Song Jie said with a smile, that smile was a little schadenfreude.

"Huh!" Zhang Yufeng replied truthfully, "I'm not very impressed." ”

"Haha!" Song Jie laughed heartily, "Yang Juncheng, this kid has been talking to me all day long, saying that he will practice his back-to-back jumper with you, and he is also going to take you away for professional training, but he is emotional." ”

"Professional training?" Zhang Yufeng's eyes lit up, he was worried about how to say this topic, but he didn't expect Song Jie to mention it first.

"Then ......what about you coming to me some time ago," he said in a tentative tone, his expression was not sincere and full of anticipation.

Song Jie put away his smile, straightened up, and said seriously: "Yang Juncheng and I have this idea, your current basketball level is far beyond the level of high school students, and it is a waste of time to stay here, it is better to start receiving professional training and embark on the road of professionalism as soon as possible, so that there is only benefit and no harm to your future, of course, the premise is that you are willing to choose this professional basketball road, if you don't want to, no matter how much we have ideas, it is nonsense." ”

"I do!" As soon as Song Jie's words fell, Zhang Yufeng rushed to say that becoming a professional player is the goal he has been striving for, and it is also the ideal he has dreamed of.

"Hmm!" Song Jie smiled and nodded, and said, "It's okay if you are willing, so that Lao Yang and I can help you grow up, and we can also watch you grow, I hope you can grow up as soon as possible and become the representative of our national basketball." ”

"Like Yao Ming?" Zhang Yufeng's tone was full of horror, to be honest, Song Jie's expectations had exceeded his expectations, he had never thought that he would become a great basketball player like Yao Ming, and such a grand goal made him a little uneasy.

"Well, it's best if you can be that kind of player." Song Jie nodded and said, it seemed that he really had great expectations for Zhang Yufeng.

Zhang Yufeng shook his head again and again and said: "This is a bit unrealistic, after so many years of the Chinese Basketball Exhibition, there has been a Yao name, and there will be no next Yao name." ”

"There will be no next Yao Ming, but there may be the first Zhang Yufeng." Song Jie smiled, thinking about the players he had interviewed over the years, the games he had watched, and then looking at Zhang Yufeng sitting on the hospital bed, the emotions in his heart were inexplicably surging.

"You're the best player I've ever seen at your age, the most technical, the most attacking player, so I'm very optimistic about your future." He continued, unabashedly praising Zhang Yufeng and expressing his inner thoughts.

"Thank you!" Zhang Yufeng was flattered again, he didn't know how to answer for a while, if he could, of course he hoped to be like that, and then have the opportunity to stand on the same field with Kobe Bryant and become an opponent or teammate.

Such a thought once planted a seed in his heart when he was a child, but it has not sprouted, until today, until now, after hearing Song Jie say this, the seed in his heart seems to have been irrigated, suddenly sprouted, and then grew wildly, and finally coiled in his heart and mind, becoming a magic thought!

None of us in our youth have ever had the illusion of standing in the spotlight and becoming the hero who saves the game. It's naïve, but it's very good

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