Sometimes, youth is like an unprepared basketball game, there are your friends and brothers on the court, there are also-for-tat opponents, and there may be girls who love you and you love deeply. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But more often than not, youth is a war, you rush into battle, and you die on the battlefield.

For whom you charged, who picked up the bones for you, leaving the scars still drifting in the river, silent beneath the water, only you can see.

Playing half of a basketball game is like jerking off by yourself, and the whole court is more like rolling the sheets.

In terms of feeling, it must be cool in the whole game, but the requirements for the players' body, technique, consciousness and other conditions are much higher.

Many people think it's good to play half-time, but they can't watch the whole game at all.

Full time and half time are two games entirely.

Playing the whole game requires sufficient physical strength, which is the foundation of the foothold, and it also requires tacit cooperation between the players.

To take a very simple example, when you break the ball or grab the backcourt board, then sprint with the ball quickly, or directly pass a long pass to a teammate who is fast down to complete a successful counterattack......

Or successfully defend against the opponent's counterattack......

Or maybe you're in a positional battle with 10 people, and you suddenly find a defensive hole where a teammate is standing there, and you can score a long pass.

It's a feeling you'll never experience when you're playing half-court basketball.

The full-court mode of basketball is a sport that emphasizes teamwork.

As the saying goes, raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while.

There are a lot of boys playing in the first and second classes of high school, but they rarely organize drills for the whole game, so almost every time they play against other classes, they will be beaten mercilessly by the other party.

Qiu Ying had to admit that the basketball game really still had to be watched on the scene.

You know, what she sees in front of her is just an inconsequential friendship warm-up game.

In the anime "Slam Dunk", Mu Dui Gongyan can freeze four or five three-point shots, and each freeze frame is interspersed with a memory, lacking too much on-the-spot tension.

Where will it be like at this moment, when the boys are running on the court, the screeching sound of their shoes rubbing against the floor, the wheezing, scrambling, and the heartbeat of the basketball hitting the ground when dribbling, it is simply exciting.

Every time the boys in the class roared past Qiu Ying's eyes, she would feel a vigorous vitality, beating powerfully beside her.

The shouts of the cheerleaders on both sides made her want to shout twice, and she opened her mouth, finding that she was still a little less passionate than before.

Qiu Ying suddenly remembered that when she was in junior high school, Zhang Zhicheng and their football match with other classes, on the concrete floor, was not fierce at all, and the level was average, but it could make boys and girls, including her, shout hoarsely, and even the sensitive little family was so angry that they couldn't even see some of the other party's small actions, and the two sides quickly escalated from cheering to sarcastic accusations against each other, and finally it became a PK debate match for the overall strength of the class, and the battlefield shifted from the football field to the audience, and finally the teachers of both sides needed to mediate.

Because of the recognition of the group of people on the field, because of a sense of belonging, the heart of natural defense.

Is it grown up? Is it ripe?

Qiu Ying shook her head, she found that she seemed to have really changed, she really couldn't shout loudly.

What made her depressed was that she didn't even see Lin Yang on the court.

In a trance, Qiu Ying saw that Zhang Zhicheng raised his hand and shouted at the referee to pause.

The sweat on his red cheeks made him look more like a sunny boy full of enthusiasm and vitality.

I think it's cool.

The score was a rout.

Qiu Ying suddenly wanted to know what the situation on the court would be like if Lin Yang played on the court.

Standing on this side of the field is the camp of the second class, lined up, the empty bucket on the water dispenser has also been moved, and the two students use the mop rod to look at the barrel body to make a huge noise, the momentum is like a rainbow, but the shape is indecent.

It was Ji Hong who shouted loudly in the crowd with a bright face, "The second class will win".

When Qiu Ying arrived at the basketball court, she didn't know how long the game had started, she asked her classmates what the score was, and everyone gave two or three different answers.

It wasn't until she saw the numbers on the scoresheet with her own eyes that she was sure that the score was 22 points to 37 points, and the 22 points were scored by the first and second classes of high school.

She shook her head, the score didn't matter, anyway, there were only two outcomes, win or lose.

Now it is class 2 that is behind, as for how far behind, Qiu Ying doesn't care, anyway, in the end, it will be lost.

I have the impression that every time she comes to watch the basketball game in her class, almost it is a one-sided rout, and she is already numb to losing.

Chen Jinghui on the field made great efforts, but the second class was indeed a class that was too silent, except for him and Zhang Zhicheng, the male students generally lacked athletic talent, and in terms of the balance of grades and sports, the second and third classes did an excellent job of proving God's fairness.

The third class is ahead by a big score.

Towards the end of the game, both sides were a little impatient, with Class 3 believing that Class 2 was red-eyed for losing, and Class 2 thinking that Class 3 was disgraceful for winning.

Several penalties about beaters and walking sparked an argument, and when the referee signaled another three classes to throw two free throws, the male and female students in the second class went crazy together, and a large number of people shouted "No competition!" Not comparable! Let them. ”

Some of the students left the sidelines in groups and walked back to the dormitory building.

"It's funny, don't compare if you can't afford to lose!"

"We can't afford to lose, or are you doing it by your class? There are so many small movements when playing, the referee is blind, are we also blind? Look at what has become of our squad leaders? ”

The girls in the second class pointed to the scar on Chen Jinghui's forehead that had just been treated, and was a little excited.

At this time, Zhang Zhicheng was a little embarrassed, in fact, the injury on Chen Jinghui's forehead in the class was injured by his elbow that he accidentally turned out when he jumped up to grab the rebound and landed.

"Students, calm down, there are referees on the field, have a good game, what are you excited about!"

Chen Jinghui tried to control the scene, but there were many people on the playground, his voice was a little hoarse, and the audience on both sides had already quarreled with themselves, the boys rolled up their arms and sleeves, and the girls crossed their waists, and the scene was extremely primitive for a while.

After the game.

Chen Jinghui sat on the sidelines to rest, with a look of lovelessness.

"Squad leader, why didn't Lin Yang come?" Qiu Ying held a piece of mineral water in her hand and handed it to Chen Jinghui, who was sitting on the ground panting.

Chen Jinghui sighed, shook his head and said, "Alas, don't mention him, the devil knows what he is doing, if that kid from Lin Yang can come to participate in today's game, our second class will definitely win the third class."

Gu Long said that when a woman compliments another woman in front of a man, that woman must be uglier than her.

If a man is willing to praise another man in front of a woman, that person must be remarkable.

Normally, in martial arts novels, the protagonist always arrives at the most critical and dangerous moment, and then turns the tide with his own strength.

This kind of picture of strong personal heroism is simply not too stylish.

A whimsical scene like this is unrealistic in Lin Yang's heart.

Lin Yang didn't even think about it, he didn't have any thoughts about it at all.

Instead, sit honestly in front of the computer in the Internet café and conscientiously complete today's code word work.

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Lin Yang deeply understands the motivation that money brings to him, and at the same time, he also feels the responsibility and strength that readers give him spiritually.

He would rather sit in an Internet café and earn more manuscript fees than waste time to participate in a friendly match that has no practical meaning.

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