"Do you know Beichen Middle School?" Song Jie changed his words and did not say anything about Zhang Yufeng's situation, but asked a question that was insignificant in Yang Juncheng's ears. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

"Yes! The champion of the Xuanyang Basketball League last year! We watched that game together, did you forget? Yang Juncheng was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied, remembered something, and said urgently, "Don't go around the bend with me, hurry up and talk about Zhang Yufeng." ”

"Don't worry, and listen to me tell you slowly." Song Jie smiled, and suddenly had a naughty thought, to hang the appetite of this old guy more, every time he appeared, he wanted to show off the brilliant achievements he led the team.

"Say, I'll listen!" Yang Juncheng said, and the sound of a lighter on the phone seemed to light another cigarette.

"Zhang Yufeng is now studying at Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School." Song Jie said.

"Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School? That middle school with the lowest basketball strength? Yang Juncheng wondered, "How could he go to that school?" ”

"Cut, don't look down on No. 1 Middle School, although the basketball strength is the last, but the academic performance is the first in the city, and it has been the first in the city for decades!" Song Jie said.

"Oh!" Yang Juncheng responded and said, "It's far away, let's get down to business." ”

"He participated in the school team of No. 1 Middle School and participated in the league, and do you know who the coach of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School is now?" Song Jie said.

"Who?" Yang Juncheng replied helplessly, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, "This Song Jie always opens up the topic. ”

"Wei Guoming!" Song Jie said.

"What?" Yang Juncheng was so shocked that the cigarette in his hand almost fell to the ground, "Teacher Wei Guoming!" How could he possibly go to a high school to become a coach and besides, isn't he retired? ”

"I don't know." Song Jie said, "Maybe there are other reasons. ”

"Hmm!" Yang Juncheng responded, becoming more and more curious.

"Just now, Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School and Beichen Middle School played a group game, guess the result?" Song Jie said.

"Beichen Middle School won." Yang Juncheng said in an impatient tone.

"How do you know?" Song Jie was surprised.

"Nonsense, Beichen Middle School is the champion, will it lose to a low-end team? Even with Zhang Yufeng, it will take time for the overall strength of the team to improve. Yang Juncheng said, "You quickly tell me Zhang Yufeng's performance in the game." ”

"Hey, hey!" Song Jie suddenly became excited, and his voice trembled, "42 points!" 15-of-29 shooting, 5-of-9 three-pointers, 7-of-7 free throws! ”

“.…..” Yang Juncheng was silent, and there were turbulent waves in his heart, in a league of this level in the high school league, there are only a handful of players who can score 42 points, even if they look at the whole country.

"What's even more terrifying." Song Jie paused, and then said, "The whole team of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School only scored 69 points. ”

"....." was silent again, and after a long time, Yang Juncheng threw away the burned cigarette butt in his hand and said softly, "What a genius player." ”

"Hmm!" Song Jie said, "It's a pity that you didn't watch this game, otherwise you would have been even more surprised, after all, what you see with your own eyes is more impactful and shocking than the data." He performed a tomahawk slam at the end of the fourth quarter and jumped more than a meter high!! ”

"This kid ......" Yang Juncheng suddenly laughed, laughing and laughing, and his body trembled slightly.

Happy, excited, happy! He didn't know which word to use to describe the feeling he was feeling now, and he always felt like he had lost and regained.

Although he is only friends with Zhang Yufeng, he has subconsciously regarded Zhang Yufeng as his own player, of course, one day in the future!

"Song Jie! I now hand over to you a solemn and difficult task! Help me take care of Zhang Yufeng, you have to report to me every game of his. ”

"No problem!" Song Jie responded happily, suddenly realized something, and said unhappily, "What is a report?" Yes? What do you mean by debriefing? You're addicted to coaching, aren't you? Criticize me. ”

"Where, where." Yang Juncheng hurriedly laughed and said, "Wasn't I excited just now!" How dare I assign you, can I help, even if I owe you a favor, I will treat you to a drink when I go back. ”

"That's pretty much it." Song Jie said with a smile. While talking on the phone and walking, he was already out of Beichen Middle School.

"I won't tell you, I'm going back to write the manuscript quickly." He said again.

"Hmmm! Don't forget to get rid of you! Yang Juncheng instructed uneasily.

"Don't worry! Can't forget. Song Jie said, hung up the phone, walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi, hurriedly got in the car and left.

Beichen Middle School gradually deserted, the noisy cheers went away, and the school returned to its original appearance, with a strong atmosphere of learning in the tense air.

After the players of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School returned to school, they dispersed and went back to their dormitories to rest.

Zhang Yufeng was sent to the dormitory by Luo Wenhao and Han Yanshuo, and just lay down on the bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The tiredness of my whole body came like a tidal wave, and I fell asleep in less than a minute.

I don't know how long he slept, he woke up leisurely, rubbed his eyes, stretched, looked at the darkness outside the window, sat up suddenly, the dormitory was empty, and he habitually thought that it should be self-study at this time, how could he sleep here.

He hurriedly got up and put on his shoes, walked to the door of the dormitory and stopped, patted his head, shook his head and said to himself: "Today is Sunday, I just finished a game in the afternoon, and I forgot about it." ”

He went back to bed, trying to go back to sleep, only to find that his stomach started rumbling at some point.

"I was woken up hungry." Zhang Yufeng touched his stomach and looked at his watch, blackjack.

"There should still be food in the cafeteria, call Han Yanshuo, but not fill with energy." He muttered as he walked out of the dorm.

When he came to the dormitory next door, Han Yanshuo was still asleep, with a faint smile on his face.

"This guy, sleep still Y." Zhang Yufeng said helplessly and pushed his body.

No response.

Pushed again.

Still no response.

"It's an earthquake!!" Zhang Yufeng roared.

"What?" Han Yanshuo woke up suddenly, and sat up in a panic, "It's an earthquake, run!" ”

As he spoke, he jumped out of bed and was about to run out.

Zhang Yufeng covered his face, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, Han Yanshuo was still naked.

"Put your clothes on." He said.

"What's the situation?" Han Yanshuo's face was clouded*.

"Eat! Aren't you hungry? Zhang Yufeng said.

"Hungry!" Han Yanshuo touched his stomach and began to get dressed.

"How do you sleep and undress?" Zhang Yufeng asked.

"You don't take off your clothes when you sleep?" Han Yanshuo gave him a blank look.

"....." Zhang Yufeng was speechless and didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only wait silently.

When Han Yanshuo got dressed, the two left the dormitory together!

ps: second update

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