32 points? Highest in the game? Team trump card?

A few key words circled back and forth in the minds of all reporters, and Song Jie's words were like bombs exploding in their ears one by one, directly blowing them up, no one could have imagined that Zhang Yufeng, who seemed to be usually unknown, would be the team's trump card.

The players of the World Youth Team are also there, because even they don't know the data of yesterday's warm-up game, not to mention that this is from the mouth of an unknown young reporter.

Zhang Yufeng was also very surprised, with questions on his face.

The expressions of the crowd were a little strange, and it was clear that they were skeptical of what they said.

First of all, they didn't receive news that the World Youth Team had a warm-up match with the Sword God Team yesterday, and secondly, they didn't hear Yang Juncheng talk about it when they interviewed him, and the most important thing is that they didn't believe that a young reporter in a small city like Song Jie would know such a secret.

"How is that possible? You want to make headlines, you want to go crazy! One reporter scoffed, his face full of disbelief.

"That's it! You look at the expressions of the players, they don't do it themselves, who believes you when you say this? Another reporter questioned.

"Humph!" Song Jie glanced at them and said arrogantly, "Is it true, just ask Yang Juncheng, the head coach of the World Youth Team!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Juncheng.

Yang Juncheng showed an innocent expression, and glared at Song Jie fiercely, but he was helpless, he knew that Song Jie had this temperament, and the most unbearable thing was to be despised, and he could only blame himself for not holding back this morning and giving him the statistics.

However, when giving Song Jie statistics, Yang Juncheng thought of such a situation, so he didn't panic, but coughed calmly twice and nodded lightly, confirming that Song Jie's words were true.

Everyone gasped, and the reporters who had satirized Zhang Yufeng and Song Jie were even more blushing like monkey butts, and they didn't dare to look at the two again.

In an instant, everyone was very professional and rushed to Zhang Yufeng's face as quickly as possible, aimed the microphone in their hands at him, and waited for him to speak with anticipation on their faces.

Zhang Yufeng was taken aback by this formation.

Ren Qinwei couldn't close his mouth happily next to him.

Ji Fan also walked over and looked at him with a smile.

"Could you please answer the question?" A female reporter said in a sweet voice, her eyes that were about to drip were staring at Zhang Yufeng tightly.

"Uh......" Zhang Yufeng hesitated and said, "To be honest, I just knew the statistics of my warm-up game yesterday, and I was also surprised, I didn't expect to get so many points, and even the first in the team, I am very happy for this performance, first thanks to the coach's tactics, so that I have a lot of shooting opportunities, and secondly, thanks to my teammates, it is their continuous passing that makes my shooting opportunities into scores, and finally I have a great feel yesterday, That's why I got so many points, thank you! ”

After saying these words in one breath, he stopped talking, and stopped talking to the reporters, waiting for them to give way.

After listening to it, those reporters were stunned at first, and then they didn't dig out more valuable information, whether it was the team's trump card or not, Zhang Yufeng didn't say it in the end.

"Then may I ask if you are the ace of the team?" A reporter couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Yufeng said: "So what? Isn't it? Whether it's or not, I'm going to give it my all! ”

After that, he wanted to leave the encirclement, but now the reporters were surrounded by death, and he couldn't break out at all, so he said anxiously: "Everyone let me go, I have something urgent and need to take a step first, sorry." ”

As he spoke, he forcibly pushed away the surrounding reporters and rushed out of the stadium as if fleeing.

Song Jie looked at his anxious figure, his eyes were a little confused, as if he remembered something, and showed a smile with deep meaning.

When the protagonist left, the reporters set their eyes on Yang Juncheng, and they still had many questions waiting for Yang Juncheng to answer.

Yang Juncheng looked at everyone's unkind eyes, smiled, and was surrounded as soon as he took a step, and could only answer reporters' questions one by one.

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Zhang Yufeng hurried back to the dormitory, didn't care about resting, looked at the table below, took out the mobile phone placed on the pillow, and then waited expectantly.

"Dididi!" The phone suddenly remembered the ringtone.

Zhang Yufeng excitedly pressed the answer button, heard a familiar crisp and sweet voice, instantly felt like he fell into the clouds, and went to heaven happily.

"Hey! It's me. He replied softly, the face that fascinated him in his mind, as if it had appeared in front of him.

"Yu Feng, how are you doing? Is training hard? Zhao Mengshan said, her tone was full of playful thoughts, and Zhang Yufeng's heart rippled when she listened, and her thoughts were like a flood bursting the embankment, even more out of control.

"Not bitter, not bitter!" Zhang Yufeng grinned and said, "The current training team is trivial to me, but you, who are studying so intensely now, must pay attention to your body, but you must not be forced." ”

There was worry in his tone, because he knew that Zhao Mengshan's temperament was a very strong girl, and if she didn't get good grades in a test, she would study hard and catch up with her grades recklessly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Zhao Mengshan said, "I just finished the first monthly exam, and this time is in a relaxed stage, and there is not much pressure. ”

"Uh-huh!" Zhang Yufeng responded, was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "I...... Miss you! ”

“…… I miss you too. Zhao Mengshan said, her voice was as small as a mosquito, but it was clearly transmitted to Zhang Yufeng's ears through the phone.

A huge sense of happiness went straight to his heart, Zhang Yufeng smiled as bright as a flower, and only felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

The two told each other their thoughts, forgetting the passage of time, and it was not until Zhao Mengshan was about to go to evening self-study that they returned to reality from the happy space.

"I'm going to study on my own, let's talk about it next week!" Zhao Mengshan said, her tone full of reluctance.

Zhang Yufeng was not the same, until the sound of "beep" came from the other end of the phone, and he reluctantly hung up the phone.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the phone in his hand, and then looking at the empty dormitory, he instantly felt lonely.

"Strange? Where did this kid Ren Qinwei go? Why haven't you seen him for so long? Zhang Yufeng muttered to himself, frowning slightly.

As soon as he got up and walked to the door, he heard a burst of violent footsteps, and then saw Ren Qinwei walking in in a hurry, with an excited and panicked look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yufeng asked suspiciously, he hadn't seen Ren Qinwei show such an expression for a long time.

"I ...... Seeing ......" Ren Qinwei said breathlessly, and his face slowly turned red.

"Who?"

"Tang Zixia!" Ren Qinwei said loudly, saying the name that had been hidden in his heart for many years.

"What?" Zhang Yufeng was shocked.

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