Finally, the young man couldn't help it anymore and asked the middle-aged editor-in-chief next to him.

"Editor-in-chief, are you sure that in the Seirin basketball club, the one who can match or even surpass the monsters of the Miracle Generation is the one Thirteen?"

"Editor-in-chief, you can't be mistaken!"

"The one who can match or surpass the miraculous generation among Cheng Rin should be the one with red hair! If it were him, then I would have believed it somewhat, after all, his height and body are excellent, and the aura emanating from his body is also a little frightening. ”

After all, at this time, the young man with the camera hadn't really watched the game that Lin Tian had experienced, and only saw some superficial things.

In fact, what he didn't know was that people's eyes could not fully believe, and sometimes even what they saw with their own eyes would deceive people.

"Stinky boy, do you still want to do it?"

Hearing the questions and rebuttals of the young man beside him, the middle-aged editor suddenly stretched out his hand and struck the young man's head with his right hand, and said to him viciously.

"Are you the editor-in-chief or am I the editor-in-chief? Are you going to listen to me or am I going to listen to you? ”

"If you don't believe what I say, then you can just leave now, don't talk here endlessly, I can slowly accept the materials myself, and I can continue without you."

At this time, even people with insufficient emotional intelligence can clearly know that the mood of this middle-aged editor-in-chief is slightly dissatisfied.

So, the young man with the camera hurriedly shook his head, looked at the middle-aged editor-in-chief beside him carefully, and apologized at the same time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the editor-in-chief is not good at me this time, I don't talk much, let's continue to watch."

"Well, I'll forgive you this time." The middle-aged editor-in-chief's original dissatisfaction gradually disappeared, and his face no longer continued to pull, "But you have to remember that I am the editor-in-chief, and my words are right, next time you dare to question my choice, then just give Lao Tzu a fuck." ”

Raising his palm, the middle-aged editor-in-chief knocked the young man next to him on the head again, and this matter was over.

However, although he was reprimanded by the middle-aged editor-in-chief, the young man still had doubts about the strength of Chengrin's No. 13, but after experiencing the previous lesson, he didn't dare to say it so directly.

In the audience, the small fight between the two did not affect the mood of the other audiences, they still sat in their seats with great interest, looking forward to the upcoming showdown, the strongest dark horse Chengrin and the king of the East Xiude.

Soon after, another group of people came to the audience, and that group of people were also students, but they were wearing the uniforms of Zhengbang High School.

Obviously, they are a group of people in the Zhengbang College Basketball Club, because they lost to Chengrin in the previous game, although they have unwillingness in their hearts, they don't have too many regrets.

After all, Cheng Rin was able to win, and it was also Cheng Rin's own hands, there were no disgraceful small actions, and naturally there were no too many regrets.

If you lose the game, you lose, there is no team that must win, even if there is a team that has never lost, then that team is only temporary, and it will lose one day.

didn't disturb the others, the group of people in the Zhengbang basketball club directly found a random action in the Chengrin audience, and at the same time, they also had some expectations for the game that was waiting for the meeting.

Cheng Rin's match with the king of the East, Xiude High School, I don't know why, Zhengbang still has the idea in their hearts that it would be good if Xiude High School lost.

Perhaps, it's because he is the king of the north, the strongest wall in Tokyo, and he still lost to Seirin, which makes them also want to pull a cushion, after all, they have already lost, if they can see that Xiude also loses the game, then their faces will be better.

Overall, I can feel some comfort in my heart!

In addition to a group of people from Zhengbang, Ryota Huang Se of Haichang High School had already found a seat in the audience and sat down, watching the upcoming game with interest, looking forward to waiting for the game.

"Kobayashi, I don't know if the final result will be your Chengrin victory, or the Xiaomidori Xiude High School will win."

"Hey, hey!" Gradually, a smile appeared on Ryota Kuse's face, and the anticipation in his eyes became stronger and stronger, "Really, I want to know." ”

On the other side, a sturdy figure entered from the gate of the basketball hall, his hair was blue, his skin looked slightly dark, he was the original scoring ace of the Miracle Generation, Aomine Daiki.

Behind Daiki Aomine, followed by a pink-haired, smiling face, fair-skinned, and convex and backward figure Momoi May.

"Ah Da, don't run so fast! I can't even catch up. ”

Momoi ran to Daiki Aomine's side, and at the same time sat down with him in a random seat in the audience.

"Ah Da, at least our Tonghuang is still competing, isn't it a little bad for you to run directly like this!"

A pleasant figure floated in the air, and although Momoi May was asking Aomine Daiki, there was a slight smile on his fair face.

"It doesn't matter, I don't need to play over there anymore, they can easily win alone, it's a waste for me to go, it's better to come here and watch his game."

As he spoke, Aomine Daiki locked his gaze on Cheng Rin's half-time, a man who exuded a lazy aura all over his body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a hint of a smile.

"Lin Tian, this time your opponent is Midorima, so it won't be so easy for you to win the competition of Xiude High School, at least it will be much more difficult than when you fought against Zhengbang."

"Little Momoko, you said that when Seirin wins this game in the end, can their team's games exceed three digits?"

Daiki Aomine turned his head and asked Momoi May beside him with a smile on his face.

"Three digits? Probably unlikely! At least Xiude has a little green room on his side. ”

"And Ah Da, why are you so confident in Cheng Rin, do you know that Cheng Rin will definitely be able to win?"

In the audience, Momoi May's face showed a hint of suspicion.

"Huh! It's not that I have faith in Yosei-rin, it's that I have strong faith in him. ”

"Only with him, Seirin will definitely win the game in the end."