At the end of the game, the score was fixed at 74:69.

Throughout the game, Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School has been in a state of chasing points, but in the end it failed to catch up with the score, and it was not even able to draw once.

Throughout the game, Zhang Yufeng maintained the offensive firepower, but in the end it failed to continue to the last moment, and failed to lead Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School to victory.

The audience gave a standing ovation and cheered to celebrate the victory of their school team, and some people sighed slightly, this is really a wonderful game, and it is just an ordinary group stage, fortunately it is not a knockout round, otherwise it would be a pity, which team is eliminated!

Thankfully, it's not a knockout! Perhaps this sentence has become a reason for the players of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School to comfort themselves.

If there is no elimination, there is still a chance, then the result of this game is not as important as imagined.

Everyone lowered their heads and looked lonely, although the result of the game was not important, but it was always uncomfortable to lose.

Zhang Yufeng dragged his tired body and slowly walked to the bench.

Everyone was immersed in the bitter taste of failure, and there was no reaction for a while, and they all stared at him blankly.

Han Yanshuo looked distressed, and hurriedly ran over and held him up.

Zhang Yufeng showed a bitter smile and said softly: "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome!" Han Yanshuo surprisingly did not have a poor mouth, but said very seriously.

The rest of the team reacted and surrounded them.

Du Kuan lowered his head and muttered, "Yufeng, I'm sorry, it's us who dragged you down." ”

"I'm sorry, Yu Feng!" The rest of them also said one after another, their tones full of apology and chagrin.

They felt sorry for Zhang Yufeng and felt annoyed with themselves, if they could be a little stronger, even a little bit, then the ending might be rewritten.

Zhang Yufeng shook his head, "I'm sorry for what you said!" We are a team, how can there be any such a thing as a lag, everyone has performed very well, it has been everyone's surprise, even if we lose this game, but if we win the next two games, we can still advance to the top 8! ”

"Hmmm! Yufeng, you can rest assured! We're going to win the next two games! Du Kuan clenched his fists and nodded heavily.

"Hmm!" Zhang Yufeng nodded, showing a hint of a smile, wanting to bring a relaxed atmosphere to everyone as much as possible, and didn't want to see everyone blame themselves too much because of the loss of the game.

It's just that no matter how he laughs, there is a little bitterness in his smile.

He hates failure, but he doesn't accept it and run away from it, as he did three years ago.

Now he can calmly accept failure, and then hide the bitterness of this failure in his heart, turn grief into strength, and provoke a better self.

Sitting on the bench, he let out a long breath, the tight strings were loosened, and a wave of tiredness welled up in his heart, and he felt that he had no strength in his whole body, and he couldn't lift his arms.

"Don't be frustrated, everyone!" Wei Guoming looked at everyone and said with some displeasure, "Losing is losing, there is nothing to be ashamed of, and there is nothing to be sad about, what you have to do now is to learn from the experience of this game, and then make a corresponding training plan according to your own situation to improve yourself, don't forget, if we fight to the end, it is likely that we will meet Beichen Middle School, and at that time, if you lose again, it will be really embarrassing!" ”

"Yes, Coach!" Everyone responded, thinking that they might meet Beichen Middle School in the future, their hearts were tight, not nervous, but urgent, and they couldn't wait to improve their strength, and then compete with Beichen again!

"Before that......" Wei Guoming paused slightly, "go back and rest first!" The body is the capital of the revolution, and if you are tired, you can ignore everything. ”

As he spoke, he also glanced at Zhang Yufeng, with some concern in his eyes.

"Yes!" Everyone nodded again and walked towards the locker room with towels draped.

Luo Wenhao and Han Yanshuo supported Zhang Yufeng, slowly walked behind, and disappeared into the players' tunnel.

On the other side, after enjoying the cheers of the audience, the players of Beichen Middle School began to leave the field, and the audience began to disperse.

Although it was Beichen Middle School that won, for them, the most impressive thing was Zhang Yufeng's scoring performance and the shocking dunk at the end of the fourth quarter!!

Listening to the surrounding audience's discussions about Zhang Yufeng, the corners of Song Jie's mouth couldn't help but rise, and a smile swayed.

As he walked, he looked at the photos in his camera, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and the more he looked, the happier he became.

"Tomorrow's sports headlines will be our newspaper's!" He muttered softly, his mind full of Zhang Yufeng's figure.

I thought of the data sheet I had just received from the technical statistician, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

In the second half, he shot 8-of-14, 2-of-4 from three-point range, and 4-of-4 from the free-throw line to score 22 points!

He finished with 42 points, 3 rebounds, o assists, 1 block, and o steals on 15-of-29 shooting, 5-of-9 three-point shooting, 7-of-7 free throws, 3 rebounds, o assists, 1 block, and o steals.

42 points! 42 points! The whole team of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School scored 69 points, and Zhang Yufeng scored 42 points alone, which is terrible!! This is probably a new record!

This number kept hovering in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he trembled, and finally realized something, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed Yang Juncheng's number!

"Hey, hey! Old Song. Yang Juncheng's voice came from the phone.

"Hmmm! It's me! Song Jie responded, and the language in his mind was fast.

"What's the matter? Listening to your tone of panic, what's wrong? Yang Juncheng asked, a little puzzled.

"I'm fine, but I have something to tell you." Song Jie took a deep breath and said slowly, "Do you remember Zhang Yufeng, the child?" ”

"Remember! How is it possible to forget? Yang Juncheng's voice came, a little lonely, and the scene of meeting Zhang Yufeng for the first time unconsciously came to mind, practicing backward jumpers alone on the basketball court.

At the beginning, he was very optimistic about Zhang Yufeng's basketball career, but he didn't expect Zhang Yufeng to give up basketball and was never heard from in the next two years.

For this kind of thing, he can only accept it calmly, as a coach of a professional team, I don't know how many similar situations he has seen, how many talented players have given up basketball for various reasons, and he can't count them, so after Zhang Yufeng disappeared, all he could do was sigh.

"What are you mentioning him for?" Yang Juncheng said in a long voice, as if he had just taken a deep breath of cigarette.

"He's back now!" Song Jia said, her voice trembling slightly, and her tone unconsciously became excited.

"Oh?" Yang Juncheng was surprised on the phone, "Could it be that he started playing basketball again?" ”

"Huh!" Song Jie smiled, "It's not just the start of the fight, it's just a blockbuster!" ”

"What?" Yang Juncheng's stiffness increased suddenly, and he said urgently, "Tell me what's going on?" ”

ps: First update

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