In April, in Beijing, the lights are on.

Zhang Yang paced slowly on the long boulevard in front of the hotel.

"Dad, are you feeling better?"

"I'm not at home, you can't eat instant noodles again."

"Well, well, I know, I'll pay attention myself."

"Okay, goodbye."

……

hung up the phone, looked at the slowly dimming screen and was stunned, did not rush back to the hotel, Zhang Yang lowered his head and walked blindly.

The Huaxia High School Basketball League, tomorrow is the last game of the finals, which will be held at the home of the opponent Huaqing High School.

The mobilization meeting that the coach held for everyone in the room just now, although he was still laughing and laughing as before, no big or small, but the sensitive Zhang Yang could still feel the pressure and tension under everyone's smiles.

The opponent is too strong.

Zhang Yang subconsciously shook his head, trying to kick out the terrifying fact that his opponent was the eighth consecutive league champion.

If Huaqing High School is all the way to the finals, then it took them three full years, from the coach to the players, to do their best, and finally be able to stand on the stage of the finals.

Zhang Yang is already in his third year of high school, no matter what, this is his last chance to compete in the high school league, and it is also his last chance to win honor for his alma mater!

It's just that it's really hard to see hope.

Whether it is in terms of the main configuration or the depth of the squad, there is still a big gap between them and their opponents. The reason why the first two games were won was not only thanks to the alumni fans at home who shouted for them for a full 40 minutes, but also thanks to the rebounding scramble of the main center Niu Yi.

However, Niu Yi also injured his ankle at the last moment of the last game.

Thinking of Niu Yi yelling at the coach with red eyes, and standing on tiptoe against the opponent's center, Zhang Yang felt that his nose was a little sore.

I took a hard breath, let go of my clenched fist, and was about to turn around and go back to the hotel, when I saw a faint light arc in the night, falling like a meteor under a tree not far away.

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward.

Squatting down, gently picking with his fingers, looking at the transparent glass ball in his palm, Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Publicity! What are you doing! ”

The sudden sound of a crisp voice startled him.

Zhang Yang turned his head, the girl was tied with a refreshing ponytail, a white sweatshirt outlined a youthful and long figure, no powder, the fair and pretty melon seed face was full of smiles, the curved eyebrows were full of pride, with her hands behind her back, half-bent over, looking at him prettyly.

Rolling her eyes helplessly at the beautiful girl with a smug smile on her face, she stretched out her palm in front of her: "Dig treasure, do you want it?" ”

The girl's eyes bent, and without saying a word, she reached out and grabbed it: "Okay, okay." ”

But he reached out and grabbed the air.

Zhang Yang decisively retracted his hand, pinched the glass ball and raised it to his mouth and blew it, pretending to be worried: "Forget it, what if you rely on me?" ”

"Stingy!" Su Yiqing stuck out her tongue and grimaced, "No one will rely on you!" ”

Zhang Yang shrugged noncommittally, so angry that her silver teeth clenched.

"It's tomorrow's game, why don't you rest early and run out?" Su Yiqing finally found a reason to stare at him.

Zhang Yang glanced at her strangely: "Talk as if you were in the room......"

"I ......" Su Yiqing froze for a moment, her fair face suddenly turned slightly red, and she held her small chest violently, "I'll come out to buy something, no!" ”

"Oh," Zhang Yang glanced at the things she secretly hid behind her left hand, and vaguely saw the word "Sophie", and immediately raised her eyebrows very badly, and then bowed politely to her, "Hello aunt!" ”

"Die!" Su Yiqing was annoyed and ashamed, and kicked him on the calf!

"Shhh Zhang Yang pulled the corners of his mouth and gasped, looking at this vicious chick sadly, "Aunt Su, you still don't think there are enough wounded, don't you?" ”

Su Yiqing was wearing sneakers, and she didn't really use her strength for this kick, Zhang Yang was naturally pretending to be eight points, but after hearing this, Su Yiqing's little face that should have been triumphant suddenly dimmed.

"Hey, you said tomorrow...... Can we win? ”

The sound was soft, like the shadow of a shaking tree.

Zhang Yang looked at her beautiful eyes that were slightly distracted, thinking about the day when the team defeated the second place in the North Region and qualified for the finals, the team manager who was always busy for them handed water and waved towels, danced in the stadium for a day like a psychopath, laughed for a day, and shouted for a day, and somehow in his heart, suddenly gave birth to a very soft, but very firm and gentle force.

Such a team manager, how could he bear to worry her.

Zhang Yang said to her solemnly: "It's up to you." ”

Su Yiqing was taken aback by Zhang Yang's suddenly serious expression, pointed at herself with her finger, and asked uncertainly, "Look at me?" ”

"Well, as long as the towel is waved diligently, there is no game that cannot be won! This is the wise quote of the legendary captain of the Purple Gold, Thackeray," Zhang Yang laughed and ran, "Whether we can win or not is all up to you!" ”

"Die!" Su Yiqing, who felt deeply played, waved her aunt's towel with her teeth and claws, chasing and killing all the way!

finally caught Zhang Yang in slippers in the elevator, repaired it fiercely, and defended the awe-inspiring and inviolable sacred status of his team manager!

Bite!

"Alright, alright, I'm here!" Zhang Yang finally broke free from the clutches of the devil and rushed out of the elevator door that had just opened.

Su Yiqing clapped her hands proudly, and was about to close the elevator door and go up one floor, when a hand suddenly reached in.

"I don't know if we can win," Zhang Yang, who went back and forth, stood at the elevator door, with the sunniest smile on his face, "but I know that everyone in the team will do their best." ”

"Good night!"

Looking at the back of running back to say a word without a head and a brain, and running away with another smoke, Su Yiqing tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and she smiled, and finally waved the aunt towel in her hand hatefully.

"Stingy! I'm going to die! ”

……

tiptoeing open the door, Xu Jiajie, who was in the same room, had already fallen asleep, and only the silent TV was still playing in the room. With the light of the TV, Zhang Yang casually threw the glass beads in his hand to the head of his bed, and then took off his clothes and got into the quilt.

With his mind full of tomorrow's game, after all, he still couldn't withstand the fatigue of a day of running, so he turned off the TV and fell asleep.

On the side of the pillow, a subtle light gradually lit up......

"Welcome to the Reward Space."

In the electronic synthesis female voice without ups and downs, Zhang Yang looked around.

He was in a completely enclosed space, surrounded by silver-white metal walls with a strong ultra-modernist style. The only thing that doesn't match this style is the four quaint Chinese characters that seem to be written in thick ink on the wall in front of them.

Hard work pays off!

Zhang Yang silently read it, then turned his head to look at a ball of light suspended in the middle of the room.

Zhang Yang stepped forward curiously, hesitated, and stretched out his hand to it.

Swish!

The moment the fingertips touched the ball of light, the ball of light unfolded and turned into a light curtain with a large screen!

Zhang Yang was startled, and at the same time, the mechanical synthetic female voice sounded again.

"Host binding."

"Hey, hey, what the hell!" Zhang Yang ignored the picture flashing on the light curtain, looked around, and finally tried to shout: "Who is talking?" ”

"Hello, I'm a pay assistant."

The sound seemed to come from all directions abruptly, so that Zhang Yang couldn't distinguish the source, and after searching for no result, Zhang Yang scolded in a low voice "pretending to be a ghost", and turned his gaze back to the light curtain.

To the left of the light curtain is a quarter-sized box, temporarily empty. At the top right is a search box, and below is a row of smaller rectangular boxes juxtaposed, in which lifelike 3D images of the human body are slowly rotating. Underneath the figures, their names are clearly written.

Michael Jordan, Eason Chan, Bruce Lee, Zhang Daqian, Federer......

The voice of the assistant rang out at the right time.

"The host's efforts in a certain skill can be exchanged for the corresponding time of the character who is proficient in this skill, and the exchange ratio will be adjusted according to the mastery of the host itself. Newbie hosts will receive 10 minutes of universal free time. ”

"What do you mean? Can I gain access to their abilities? Zhang Yang pointed to the light screen, with a faceless expression.

"Yes."

"What about the universal free time, which means that I can choose any of these characters and use his skills?"

"Yes."

"Alright! What a strange dream! Zhang Yang shook his head amusedly, casually Federer.

An enlarged version of Federer's 3D image appears in the empty box on the left, followed by a detailed introduction, and a small box at the bottom marked "10 minutes".

"Roger Federer, a Swiss professional tennis player, is known for his well-rounded and stable technique, gorgeous and positive style of play, and gentlemanly and elegant image. Critics, current and retired players consider Federer to be one of the greatest players of all time......

Zhang Yang, who has no interest in tennis, naturally has no interest in this great legendary player, so he casually browses the detailed introduction and lets it go. On the contrary, I think this strange dream and the mysterious assistant are very interesting. With a nonsensical mood, Zhang Yang pointed to his idol Jordan and asked.

"What's his exchange rate?"

The assistant immediately replied: "Click on the detailed introduction column and pull it to the bottom, you can see the exchange ratio, the exchange ratio between you and him is 24 hours: 8 seconds." ”

24 hours: 8 seconds, which means that if you practice hard for 24 hours, you can have 8 seconds of Jordan possession. According to this ratio, the 10 minutes given by novices are really not stingy at all!

Ten minutes, if there can be ten minutes of Jordan's possession in tomorrow's game, then there is still suspense about the championship?

This thought flashed through his heart, and Zhang Yang felt funny to himself, and he really wanted to win the game and wanted to go crazy.

As soon as his mind fell on the game, he suddenly lost interest in what was in front of him, and said to himself: "Think too much, it's better to sleep well, and you will have energy tomorrow." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the whole room disappear like ripples, and then turned into a simple and stylish luxurious bedroom, and under him was an extremely comfortable bed.

The voice of the assistant rang out again.

"Resting in the reward space is equivalent to twice the sleep time of the outside world, and I wish you a good night's sleep."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, thinking that this dream would dare to be a little more outrageous, so he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.