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Around the best floors, rows of stepped seats wrap tightly around the playing field, like the Colosseum, overlooking the "beasts" in the field. Eight powerful spotlights were installed side by side on the roof, which illuminated the entire enclosed stadium as if it were daytime, and the spotlights were like suns, but they emitted a brighter light than the sun, and the white lights were so dazzling that people could not look directly, just like the eyes of the teenager.

At this time, on the best wooden floor, several teenagers stood side by side. With the heart of a teenager, getting together is often associated with noise and playfulness, but they don't. They were quiet, as quiet as this silent and new arena, looking solemnly at the mountain-like man in front of them.

Yang Chuan's gaze fell back on the young people in front of him over and over again, like a jade craftsman repeatedly examining the jade in front of him. If he is a businessman, he may be ecstatic when he looks at this piece of jade, but the craftsman is not, he is looking at a work that is about to shine in time and space, and his eyes are only solemn.

In the end, Yang Chuan's gaze stayed on Ah Wu, he looked at Ah Wu, Ah Wu also looked at him, and no one spoke.

At this time, a crack opened in the gate of the stadium, and Yang Chuqing helped a trembling old man to come over. Yang Chuan hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man, his majestic body, and the appearance of leaning over to support him was a little ridiculous.

"Why are you here?" Yang Chuan was a little unhappy when he saw Yang Chuqing coming.

"I'll come with Grandpa Mu." Chu Qing said playfully, and as she spoke, she had already stood on tiptoe and looked behind Yang Chuan.

"Yes, Chu Qing came with me." Mu Lao said slowly, and then seemed to say to himself, "I don't know which stupid boy is so blessed......"

Seeing Yang Chuqing again, Ah Wu was no longer so embarrassed, and when he saw that the other party was looking at him, he also nodded and smiled.

"Is this silly boy?" Mu Lao said with a smile.

"You're not stupid, hee-hee."

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"I'm Yang Chuan, the current head coach of the Linglan basketball team, and I used to be a professional player. This is Mu Lao-Mu Yi, I believe everyone has heard of Mu Lao's name, once coached the national team, and is the coach of the coach. Yang Chuan's words were mainly for the freshmen.

"Ahem, an old man who fast-entered the coffin board, don't blow so much." Mu Lao glanced at Yang Chuan, and continued to say to the teenagers, "After teaching basketball all my life, it stands to reason that this old bone should rest." Mu Lao paused when he said this, and made sure that everyone was concentrating, before he said slowly, "However, the little ones are very good, and it's a pity that they don't polish and polish." ”

Everyone looked at Mu Lao seriously, and their respect not only came from Mu Lao's age, but also from Mu Lao's true reputation. In the history of Chinese basketball, there has been a golden generation, who have a steady style of play, strong physique, and even have the qualification to compete with the American team on the world stage, which is the golden generation that appeared under the coaching of Mu Lao. However, the golden generation is like a flash in the pan, blooming one of the most brilliant fireworks on the world stage, and then they have retired at the most golden age or choose to play abroad, and time flies, and it gradually fades out of people's memory. And Mu Lao no longer coaches the national team, but only serves as the coach of the local team, but the results are remarkable.

"This year, maybe my last......"

"Mu Lao, you ......"

Mu Lao raised his withered right hand to stop Yang Chuan's words.

Then he said slowly: "I have been coaching all my life, and I have been a horse for a lifetime." In the end, I couldn't be idle.,Ran to high school to train the dolls.。 At this juncture, as my closed disciples, don't let the old man and me lose face. ”

"So!" Yang Chuan took a step forward, his majestic body was straight and straight, his right hand was clenched into a fist and raised high, and his voice was like a bell, "This year, our goal in Linglan is: national championship!" ”

The sound still echoed in the empty arena, except for the echo, only the echo.

The first year of high school Ah Wu they are okay, the sophomore and senior who have experienced the national competition were suddenly stunned, they have experienced that level of competition, know what kind of team those opponents are, they almost never thought that in their high school career, they are expected to win the trophy of the national championship! Why? Why can this year's Linglan be the champion? The best result in history is only 8th in the country, and there is still a long way to go before the championship, because of those freshmen?!

Almost at the same time, the senior students all thought of the only possibility, and looked at the strange trio of the senior one, no, it should be a foursome, and a four-eyed.

"What do you mean? What do you think we're doing......" The fat man was stunned first, and asked.

Ah Wu was as calm as ever, and Big Mouth involuntarily clenched his fists secretly.

Mu Lao smiled, looked at the fat man with a smile and said, "Little fat man, what was your height a year ago?" ”

The fat man seemed to be puzzled why Mu Lao asked this, and after thinking about it, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "A year ago, I was still sitting in the first row of the class. ”

Who knew that Mu Lao seemed to be even happier when he heard it, and even said, "Good, good, good." ”

Then Mu Lao looked at the big mouth again, "Little guy, what other sports do you like besides basketball?" ”

Big Mouth blurted out, "Does swimming count?" ”

Mu Lao stared at the big mouth for a while, and said, "Count, hehe, not bad, not bad." ”

In the end, Mu Lao turned to Ah Wu and asked, "Silly boy, when did you first get into basketball?" ”

Ah Wu's eyes suddenly became sharp, "The first year of junior high school, the second half of the semester." ”

Mu Lao took a deep look at Ah Wu, but instead of saying yes again and again as before, he sighed, "Alas! Time also! Fate! Then he turned around, left behind a group of confused teenagers, and turned to leave.

Yang Chuqing helped Mu Lao, turned around and made a grimace at Ah Wu, and also left with Mu Lao.

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In the evening, Linglan, a touch of afterglow sprinkled on the path among the flowers, dragged the figures of the old and the young for a long time.

"Grandpa Mu, why did you sigh just now? Is Ah Wu bad? ”

"Little girl, do you care about that silly boy?" Mu Lao laughed.

"Grandpa Mu, you are laughing at others again, ignoring you." Chu Qing pouted, but there was a hint of a smile in her coquettishness.

"Hehe, that stupid boy, it's not just good, it's good, it's good, the little girl has a good eye."

"Then why are you sighing?"

Mu Lao stopped slightly, looked up at the sunset that was gradually setting in the west, the sunset still exuded afterglow, reflecting the sky in front of him orange. Mu Lao pondered for a long time, and smiled, "Girl, look, how beautiful the sky is, there are still a few miles before the sun sets...... Hehe. ”

One old and one young, on the path, slowly walked away, very slowly, but did not stop, the sunset dragged the figure longer.