After a short period of acclimatization, the national youth team finally ushered in the final of the Asian qualifiers on the third day of their arrival in Pyongyang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"To be honest, I can't wait to get home after the fight." Cheng Liangtian looked loveless: "Pyongyang is so boring!" ”

"Yes, there is no Internet, TV shows are boring if you can't understand them, and there is no entertainment outdoors." Jing Shoushan also had a bitter face, it seemed that these two short days had made him very uncomfortable.

"Focus on the game in front of you!" Deputy Captain Mu Gangxian immediately put forward a warning: "It's all close at hand, still thinking about entertainment?" ”

"I'm more worried about whether we'll make it back alive?" Zhang Daoxian smiled bitterly.

"Anyway, the coach took my advice, so let's play according to my ideas." Liang Kuan smiled gloomily, and knew that nothing good was going on when he looked at him.

"You guy, I hated you to death when I fought with you." Zhu Xingda seemed to have palpitations and said: "But now as a teammate, you are still very reliable." ”

"Okay, don't be poor. Get ready to debut! The captain of the gentry shouted.

The starters from both sides came on.

Chinese National Youth Team: Liang Kuan, Hanamichi, Liu Chuan, Mao Zebei, Mu Shen.

North Korean National Youth Team: Choi Niu Bi, Zheng Jae Il, An Tao, Yoon Dang In, Lee Yong Duan.

"You're just a bunch of scum who don't deserve to be mentioned!" Jung Jae-il stepped on the floor of the arena and roared. The audience on the sidelines also chanted.

"What is he shouting?" Utu was curious and asked again and again.

"Jung Jae-il said we were just scum, and the audience was shouting that North Korea would win." Coach Fu explained in rough Chinese.

"What a big tone!" Utu's eyes widened, and he seemed to be faintly angry.

"Don't be vindictive!" Coach Shen immediately reminded.

"Speaking of away games, their crowds are quite welcoming, but the stadium is too small, not as big as our school." Mu Gangxian said: "So there is no feeling of being under the pressure of the away team at all. ”

"Well, this arena can only hold 6,000 spectators." Shen Hao seems to be very professional, and his previous homework is still relatively well prepared.

The players on both sides were in position and ready to jump the ball, and the North Korean team bench suddenly stood up and shouted a few words in Chinese: "The Chinese are very weak and have never had the sense to fight, drive them back to the motherland and cry!" ”

Although this guy seems to be shouting at his teammates, he uses Chinese, which is obviously provoking the Chinese players. Everyone looked at it, this person was more than 2 meters tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, and he looked about the same size as Liang Kuan.

"What is a substitute arrogant?" Hanamichi scolded angrily.

The referee immediately issued a warning: "Be careful, don't provoke the players on the field, otherwise you will be awarded a technical foul!" ”

Damn, this guy was really bought by the North Koreans! Ikebana didn't dare to say it openly, so he could only curse secretly in his stomach.

"Kim Yong-chun, a substitute for the North Korean team, has never played." Shen Hao immediately introduced to everyone.

"You're a red-haired kid, a player or a catwalker? If you lose, you might as well shave your head and go back! Kim Yongchun continued to provoke Hanamichi. Of course, he is also less knowledgeable, and it is common for players in the NBA to dye their hair in various colors and do all kinds of strange hairstyles. But in conservative and closed North Korea, hairstyles tend to be monotonous, and people who dye their hair are even rarer.

"You!" Ikebana was about to attack, and Liang Kuan grabbed him.

"Calm down, you'll have a chance to teach them a lesson." He attached his ear canal.

But before his words fell, Yin Dangren pointed again, he pointed to the flower arrangement, and then pointed to the Utu under the field, and his mouth kept chattering.

"Seems to mean that you guys are all sissies who dye your hair." Fu Chen translated.

"Bastard! Coach I want to play! Utotem stood up. His yellowish hair was natural, not dyed at all.

"Hehehe." Coach An let out a classic demonic laugh again: "It's a good thing to have fighting spirit, and I'll replace you in the first quarter." ”

On the other side of the court, Kim Yong-chun sat down coawardly and asked coach Park Chang-do arrogantly: "How are you preparing tactically?" ”

Park Changduo looked embarrassed, and said hesitantly: "Young Master Qiqi, this time the Chinese team suddenly changed the players of the whole team before the battle. We were caught off guard, and we really couldn't get much information. ”

"Stupid!" Jin Yongchun scolded angrily.

"But fortunately, the Chinese side brought us a video of the internal game between these players and the players of the previous national youth team, and in the end, this group won by 12 points." Park Chang-do reported cautiously.

"Oh? It seems that these people are stronger. Jin Yongchun was taken aback: "The opponent's strength is not weak." ”

"Don't worry, young master, I've studied it carefully. I've deployed a few of their main strengths. Park Changduo has been in the basketball world for many years, and there are still some goods in his stomach: "The 15 players of the Chinese team are: No. 4 Mu Shen, No. 5 Mu Gangxian, No. 6 Zong Yilang, No. 7 He Yashi, No. 8 Zhu Xingda, No. 9 Mao Zebei, No. 10 Hanamichi, No. 11 Liu Chuan, No. 12 Zhang Daoxian, No. 13 Utu Chaolu, No. 14 Jing Shoushan, No. 15 He Jinan, No. 17 Cheng Liangtian, No. 20 Yang Ping, No. 30 Liang Kuan. Among them, 4, 10, 11, 14 and 15 are their main 5 attackers. ”

Speaking of numbers, since many players use the same number in each school, there are conflicts in the same team. It is usually adjusted according to the status of the team or the age of the team. Compared with He Yashi, Zhang Daoxian and Cheng Liangtian, they all used No. 7, and finally the older He Yashi used No. 7, Zhang Daoxian chose No. 12 and Cheng Liangtian chose No. 17.

"Okay, in that case, let's see how they do first!" Kim Yong-chun seems to be quite satisfied with Park Chang-do's preparations.

At this time, the game began, and the referee finally threw the ball in his hand upwards, but the ball in the air was tilted towards the North Korean team at a large oblique angle.

"Damn, will you throw the ball?" Fu Chen questioned angrily.

The referee's ears were good, and he turned his head and glared at him sharply, it seemed that Fu Chen was going to suffer a technical foul if he spoke more.

Liang Kuan jumped much higher than Cui Niubi, but the ball was far out of his control, and Cui Niubi turned the ball towards his own half.

"Drink!" Hanamichi jumped up and stopped the ball directly in the air. The Chinese team gets the ball!

"Kill these sissy chines!" Li Longxuan roared loudly. But the next moment, he was confused.

Together with Mu Shen, who was in control of the ball, the five Chinese players roared and rushed towards the North Korean half, as if this was their home field. Ikebana also secretly stepped on Zheng Zheng Jae-il during the run.

"These guys are crazy?" The North Korean players are stupid.