Sunday, October 15, 1995. The court at the school gate.

It was late autumn, the sky was crisp, the afterglow of summer had already dropped, and most of the students were still wearing short sleeves, so that their skin was bathed in the cool autumn breeze, which was very comfortable. Such weather is also particularly suitable for sports.

Cheng Fei also changed into a newly bought vest and shorts in high spirits - last Friday, the whole dormitory unanimously passed the decision to buy a uniform basketball uniform. A group of rough boys ran to a sporting goods store in the city, and after a lot of discussion, they finally bought eight sets of orange-red basketball uniforms.

Wang Zhiwen believes that the average team will buy NBA team clothing, which looks too impersonal, and this kind of double-layer mesh uniform is of good quality, breathable and sweat-absorbing, and does not have the NBA team logo. So, everyone agreed. However, the unit price of this set of jerseys is 150 yuan, and it costs 960 yuan to get eight sets together.

In the 90s, 150 yuan was a considerable amount for students, and most of them only had about 200 to 300 yuan per month. Despite this, because Cheng Fei paid 500 yuan in advance, he finally won this kind of uniform as everyone wanted. Then it was time to choose the number, Cheng Fei hesitated again and again, and chose the number "12". I don't know why, but he just has a good impression of this number.

The eight people wore neat orange-red jerseys, which were quite eye-catching.

Wang Zhiwen was smiling, while Yang Cong was standing in front of him bent over, stretching out his arms and looking nervous. Wang Zhiwen looked relaxed and said with a smile: "Look at it, I'm going to pass!" As soon as the word "passed" came out, Wang Zhiwen suddenly started dribbling, and Yang Cong stuck to it tightly.

Yang Cong has a tough physique and fast steps, and it is clear that Wang Zhiwen's breakthrough did not achieve the desired effect - he is still two steps away from the basket, but he has to make a shot.

"Bang", the ball bounced over the hoop.

Deng Liang, who was standing under the basket, stared at the basketball with his eyes, bent his knees, and was about to jump up to grab the board, when a person suddenly rushed behind him, and the force of the person's rush suddenly suppressed him. It is Liu Junfeng, who is like a thin monkey.

Liu Junfeng quickly controlled the rebound and rushed directly to the outside.

As he dribbled, he jumped up and down and shouted arrogantly: "Come, come, defend me!" ”

Zhang Yulai saw that no one responded, so he hesitantly leaned forward. Compared with his figure of 1.76 meters, Liu Junfeng looks thinner and smaller. Before Zhang Yu could adjust his defensive posture, Liu Junfeng laughed and rushed directly past him.

Deng Liang, who was guarding the basket, was about to jump up to block it, when Liu Junfeng suddenly flipped his wrist, and the ball flew straight into Yang Cong's hand.

Yang Cong was a flicker, Li Lin didn't move, he quickly broke through, and the explosive power of the 100-meter sprint made him rush past Li Lin's right side in an instant, who knew that Li Lin's muscular arm stretched out, almost knocking him to the ground with the ball.

"Foul!" Yang Cong shouted as he threw the ball to Cheng Fei, who was standing at a zero degree angle, before his body lost his balance.

Cheng Fei bent his knees and made a shot - the basketball crossed a high arc and fell into the net.

Li Lin walked away like nothing, and said, "Anyway, you scored a goal." ”

Yang Cong was so angry that his face turned red and white for a while, and he didn't know what to say. He walked to the middle line and threw the ball directly to Cheng Fei. Cheng Fei was still standing in the previous position, and Wang Zhiwen was about two steps in front of him.

"Vote!" Although Wang Zhiwen was tiger, he had no intention of pounced.

Cheng Fei hesitated, bent his knees, and made a move - after nearly a month and a half of hard work, his current movements are very similar to Wang Zhiwen, he is also throwing with one hand, but the speed of the shot is much slower - "Huh", it is still hollow.

"Wow! Cheng Fei didn't lose a single ball today! Liu Junfeng gave a thumbs up, and Cheng Fei smiled contentedly.

The losing team - Wang Zhiwen, Deng Liang, Li Lin, Zhang Yulai - had to obediently do ten push-ups, clapped their hands and stood up. The half of the game was four against four, and the two teams played 10:8. The 8 points here were all won by Wang Zhiwen, Cheng Fei scored 3 points, Yang Cong scored 4 points, Liu Junfeng scored 2 points, and Chen Jie scored 1 point.

Although Wang Zhiwen did not exert his full strength, he obviously felt that the level of these people had improved, especially Yang Cong and Liu Junfeng, and the basketball skills could be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds. He thought: Maybe it's time for a more regular game.

When they finished playing and rushed to the commissary to pour soda, Wang Zhiwen spoke: "We have been training for more than a month, and the school league is about to start, you know?" ”

"There is no doubt that Wang Zhiwen is the main force, ace, and captain of our sixth class," Liu Junfeng interjected, "Leader, it's no problem to send me a small forward, right?" ”

"There are a few people in our class who can play, so you can be a substitute in peace," Wang Zhiwen said, "and it will ensure your playing time." Cheng Fei and Zhang Yulai, can you represent the first class? ”

Cheng Fei and Zhang Yulai glanced at each other and said, "It should be a substitute." ”

"What about Yang Cong?"

Yang Cong took a sip and said, "Mainstay, we don't have much to fight in the fifth class." Deng Liang could be a substitute. ”

Chen Jie sighed: "The list of our fourth class has been decided, I am the substitute, and Li Lin is the main force." ”

Wang Zhiwen nodded: "No matter what, you can play on the field." Now that we're on our own, we can also work out in the league. You must know that the difference between the full court and the half court is very big, once you run, some of the half-court tricks will not be used, and the feel will also fluctuate greatly. So, I've got a full-court next week, the first game we've ever played since our team was founded, and it's a big game. ”

"With whom?" Liu Junfeng asked.

"The sophomore in our factory, Hu Haitao is a group of people."

"The strength is very strong," Yang Cong took a breath, "I'm afraid we are not opponents." ”

"It's not a matter of being afraid," Wang Zhiwen said with a smile, "It's definitely not an opponent." Almost all of them have a few years of experience and are the main force in their respective classes. This team will play in their sophomore year of high school, and they will be able to finish at least third in their grade. ”

"That'...... Are we looking for abuse? Liu Junfeng teased.

Wang Zhiwen ignored him and continued: "You have all made great progress, and your respective characteristics have also come out, it's time to go out and play as a unit, so in terms of position, I need to make an arrangement, and I can't mess around like halftime." ”

He paused and said: "Our team is generally short in height, and the main center can only be served by Deng Liang, who has good bounce and good rebounding, Chen Jie has poor athleticism and has a certain under-basket attack power, so he serves as a substitute center; Yang Cong and Liu Junfeng, strong attack, fast speed, good physical strength, you are both small forwards, Zhang Yulai as a substitute; The position of scoring guard is given to Li Lin, and Cheng Fei's physical strength is poor, as a substitute; I'm a point point guard and playmaker. This should be reasonable. ”

"Cheng Fei shoots well, Li Lin can only shoot three points, is it necessary to reverse the main force and the bench?" Yang Cong asked.

Wang Zhiwen glanced at Cheng Fei, stopped talking, and stopped: "I said it, his physical strength is not good, and if he is forced to play, it will affect his shooting." ”

Cheng Fei thought to himself: The intention of the starting lineup is obvious, all of them are people with good physical fitness and can defend against each other, and Zhang Yulai, Cheng Fei, and Chen Jie, who are relatively weak, are all placed on the bench. It seems that Wang Zhiwen doesn't just want to train the feeling of running the whole court, he wants to win a victory......

Sunday, October 22, 1995, 4 p.m. The hot summer has slowly faded, and although the sky is surprisingly clear without a single cloud, the temperature is not high and the sun is not strong, so it is a good weather to play.

The players of the 204 dormitory came to the court early and began to do warm-up exercises under the leadership of Wang Zhiwen. Cheng Fei ran around the three-point line desperately, constantly practicing layups, until he was out of breath.

"Take it easy," Yang Cong said, "I'll have a game later." ”

"Forget it, it's none of my business anyway." Cheng Fei said with a sigh of relief.

"How is it possible, you have to play."

"Look at it," Cheng Fei shook his head and said, "We can't play a few substitutes for a minute." ”

At this time, they saw a group of people walking in the direction of the student dormitory. Cheng Fei counted it, there were only five people in total, three of them were Hu Haitao, Mao Huan, and Yang Li, and the other two were familiar, but they couldn't remember their names. The terrifying thing is that the two people I don't know are stronger than Hu Haitao, one is about 1.74 meters tall, has long meat horizontally, weighs only **10 kilograms, wears glasses, and has a serious face; The other was 1.80 meters, as strong as a cow, and his body was sturdy.

Wang Zhiwen said: "There are three of you who know each other, the one with glasses is called Ma Qiang, and the tallest one is called Xu Kun. ”

With that, five people walked over. Wang Zhiwen said hello and asked, "You still have two people, right?" ”

Hu Haitao said: "Oh, Hao Xia went to play football, Zhang Weiguo went to the teacher to open a small stove, don't get in the way, let's play?" ”

"No referee?" Wang Zhiwen asked.

Hu Haitao waved his hand impatiently: "We are all our own people, just say a foul, what kind of referee do you want?" You serve first, let Cheng Fei remember the score, he has good results and a flexible brain. Then he said to Cheng Fei: "Twenty minutes each in the two halves, with a ten-minute break in between, can you clearly distinguish between three-point and two-point shots?" ”

Cheng Fei nodded.

Hu Haitao said, "OK, let's go." ”

The campus was unusually quiet on Sunday, and there were no students standing on the sidelines watching the game, but for the 204 dormitory team, this game was very significant, it was the first official full game, and it was a game that really played for the sake of winning. At this time, Cheng Fei could only stand on the sidelines to record the score, which meant that he really couldn't play for a minute.

Yang Cong glanced at him meaningfully and ran into the arena. Wang Zhiwen served to him, and he passed it back to Wang Zhiwen.

The race has begun.