Chapter Seventy-One: Thank You
It's the last day of training, and after today, tomorrow it's the divisional round. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
Suddenly, the atmosphere on the court was extremely solemn, not only the official players, but also the players of the leisure team. The atmosphere of the competition really gave the stadium a very solemn atmosphere.
Everyone is seriously carrying out shooting training, and the serious appearance makes the passing students walk a lot faster.
"Haha!"
A strange laugh attracted everyone, and Mu Xingzheng giggled alone on the runway. Twisting his body, his steps were extremely frivolous, and he walked here and there, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Is he a fool? I can still laugh now. ”
"I really admire him."
The players cast contemptuous glances at Mu Xing, everyone was so nervous, but Mu Xing was still smiling. He is simply pulling hatred, and many people look at him with resentment.
Situ Guang, who is a good friend and brother of Mu Xing, hid in the corner. He was embarrassed to show his face, "Mu Xing, you are simply too embarrassed, my face has been lost by you." Don't really tell anyone that you're my friend. ”
One person said to Situ Guang, "Situ Guang, when your friend thundered last night, was he stupid?" Otherwise, how could he laugh inexplicably? ”
"I don't know, don't tell me." Situ Guang covered his face with his palm, looked at Mu Xing through the gap, and scolded secretly, "Big brother, don't laugh." Don't you think I'm not ashamed enough, don't pull me into the water if you're ashamed. ”
Wu Lin grabbed the basketball and said, "When everyone was so nervous, he laughed." Did he really have the ability to laugh, or did he giggle? ”
Shen Du, who had set up the pitching action, interjected after hearing it, "Senior Wu Lin don't have to doubt it, that little ghost must be pretending." He's a fool, why doesn't a fool smirk? ”
Everyone stopped practicing while laughing, and Zhou Xiong reprimanded, "What's wrong? Don't have to practice anymore? Is there a guarantee that tomorrow's divisional match will definitely win? Is it arrogant to this extent? ”
No one dared to deal with it, and everyone who was going to do it returned to their places. After the small turmoil, the tense atmosphere did not start to be so strong, and some players even smiled.
"Haha! Yes, that's really okay. ”
Mu Xing's laughter was the loudest, he stepped on his feet, talking to himself, and smirking. Zhou Xiong looked at him and quickly turned his attention back to the other players.
"We're all here."
Zhou Xiong clapped his palms and ordered all the players to gather over.
"The coach went out for tomorrow's pick-up and drop-off bus, so he's not here. The coach told me and asked me to say a few words to everyone. ”
"First sentence!"
Zhou Xiong noticed that someone was whispering, and he stopped talking. After calming down, he continued, "First sentence, rest well tonight and play well tomorrow. ”
"Second sentence!"
"Just relax and do your best. Believe in yourself and we can win. We can definitely win. ”
Zhou Xiong raised his right arm, raised his arm and shouted, "Sneak into the school, you will win." Dive into the school, win! ”
"If you look at the school, you will win. Dive into the school, win! ”
"If you look at the school, you will win. Dive into the school, win! ”
"If you look at the school, you will win. Dive into the school, win! ”
The stadium suddenly sounded a passionate shout, and Mu Xing began to scream weakly, as the number of calls increased. His mood was surging, and his voice was much louder.
Zhou Xiong saw the vigorous spirit of the players, this is what he wants to see, such momentum is necessary for the team to win. He smiled with satisfaction, and his gaze fell on Mu Xing.
The green tendons on Mu Xing's neck appeared, his face was flushed, and he raised his arms up and down.
Today's training is much earlier than before, and the purpose is to let the players go back to rest early. Speaking of disbanding, the players quickly dispersed, and many people left at once.
"Mu Xing, you stay and help clean up the basketball."
Zhou Xiong asked Mu Xing to do this, but Mu Xing, who is a first-year player or a backup player, can't say anything. Besides, this is not a very excessive thing, so Mu Xing readily agreed.
Dragging the net bag and running around the court, he bent over and hooked up a basketball and let it go in. He ran deliberately not in a normal way, but a few steps to the east and suddenly a few steps to the west.
Originally, there wasn't a lot of basketball, but because of Mu Xing's eccentric movement, it took a lot of time. Strangely, Zhou Xiong had been watching from the sidelines, and he didn't walk away or speak.
After all the equipment was put away, Mu Xing returned to Zhou Xiong and said, "Captain, I have completed the task." ”
"Hmm!"
Mu Xing hesitated for a while, and Zhou Xiong saw that Mu Xing had something to say in his heart, and he said, "If you have something to say, just say it." ”
"Thank you, Captain."
The inexplicable thank you did catch Zhou Xiong off guard.
Zhou Xiong asked rhetorically, "Thank me, thank me for what?" ”
"Captain, if you hadn't reminded me yesterday. The coach asked me to run, and it must have something to do with basketball. If it weren't for your reminder, I'm afraid I wouldn't have guessed. ”
Mu Xing clasped his hands together, showed a bright smile, and said, "So, I want to thank you, captain." ”
"So what do you think basketball has to do with running?"
Mu Xing blurted out, "Basketball is driven by running, and only people who are good at running on the court can play basketball well." This is good at running, not just running fast on the surface. ”
"Being good at running is more about finding your place. Find a position where you can put the ball in the basket, and this position is more about running out. Instead of waiting, I think that's why the coach made me run. ”
After Mu Xing said everything he wanted to say in one breath, he saw that Zhou Xiong did not show his approval or denial.
Mu Xing asked, "Captain, you say, am I right to think like this?" Is it the answer that the coach wants? ”
"I'm not a coach, so I don't know what he thinks."
Mu Xing lowered his head in frustration, like a deflated balloon, for the sake of the paragraph just now. Mu Xing really put a lot of effort into it, but he didn't get a response.
Zhou Xiong added, "Everyone's opinion on this is different, I can't give you an opinion, and I can't say that it's right or wrong." This is your own opinion, and the only person who can judge right and wrong is yourself. ”
"Myself?"
Mu Xing scratched his head, his brows furrowed, and he quickly loosened his tightly locked brow.
"Captain, I seem to understand. Anyway, Captain, I'm still grateful to you. ”
"When Mu Xing was in the first game of the divisional competition, could you score points for me to see?"
Zhou Xiong suddenly said this, and Mu Xing didn't know how to answer.
Zhou Xiong thought that Mu Xing didn't hear clearly, so he repeated, "In the first game of the divisional competition, can you score points for me to see?" ”
'I'd love to be able to score, but I'm a substitute. Do you have a chance to play, I don't know if there is any? Still? ”
"Mu Xing, I'm asking you, can you score?" Zhou Xiong interrupted Mu Xing's words and threw him a question.
"Yes!"
In retrospect, Mu Xing didn't know why he said "yes" in the first place, and he thought about it for a long time before he figured it out. It was an agreement between him and Robbison, an agreement to meet on a big stage. To get to that stage, scoring in the first game of the division is the first step.
Zhou Xiong said, "Mu Xing, remember what you said now, I hope you don't let me down!" ”
Zhou Xiong left first, and Mu Xing stood there in a daze, muttering to himself, "Disappointment? How could the captain say that he was disappointed? ”
"Could it be, could it be that the captain is optimistic about me?"
Thinking of this, Mu Xing was extremely excited, running around the empty court, and shouted, "You can't let the captain down, you must not let the captain down." ”
The afterglow of the setting sun turned Mu Xing's face red, and he spread his arms, running, and shouting.