When the staff of the central five live broadcast halls saw the three people walking down from the elevator together, they couldn't help but take a deep breath, turned their heads and asked their colleagues, "Is there an NBA broadcast today?" No, the broadcast can't be afternoon. In the United States, it's late at night and early in the morning. ”

"Even if it's a broadcast NBA, these three are also at the level of the finals! What's going on today? Said a colleague.

What amazed the CCTV staff passing by was the three people at the moment, and the names were too big.

Zhang Weiping, Xu Jicheng, Yu Jia, they are all the most well-known NBA commentators in China, and the three of them gathered in the live broadcast hall at this moment, but for the sake of a high school game.

The strangest thing is that this is still requested by the three of them, not only the three of them, but several other well-known people who are not inferior to him have all submitted applications to the leaders of the five sets.

This is a very shocking fact, and it has caused widespread shock throughout Taiwan.

And for the three of them now, they also felt a little surprised, but they didn't expect that not only their own attention, but also the eyesight of others was not much worse.

The three of them came to the live broadcast hall, and there was still an hour before the game, so they started chatting to pass the time. Zhang Weiping leaned on the old man and said first: "Little Lizi, aren't you going on vacation?" ”

"Passing through Beijing!" Xu Jicheng replied very crisply, and there was no red on his face.

Yu Jia didn't wait for the old man to tease him, and said first: "After earning food, the cost of living in Beijing is too great, and it is a broadcast to be broadcast." ”

The old man was happy, the big and small fox, he rolled his eyes, and asked again: "Who will say it later!" ”

"You're old!" The two spoke in unison.

"Good!" Zhang Weiping's unyielding attitude made the two look at each other and secretly despise the thickness of their faces.

"Director Zhang, I heard that this national high school student has a nickname, do you know?" Yu Jia felt a counterattack.

Zhang Weiping pondered for a while, and knew what Yu Jia wanted to say, so he said: "I like the surname Ke, I like it all, no way, it's fate!" ”

Hearing this, Yu Jia knew that Director Zhang really came with a purpose today, so he glanced at Big Brother.

Big brother Xu Jicheng said euphemistically: "This little Kobe is indeed very powerful, and his strength is much higher than that of his peers, but after all, we are CCTV live broadcast, and fair treatment is our criterion." Right, less than. ”

"Brother Li is right!" Yu Jia also expressed his attitude.

Zhang Weiping immediately knew what the two of them thought, indeed, his bias is more serious, as long as he is commenting on the Lakers' games, there must be him, and he will definitely turn the five sets of live broadcast rooms into Lakers sports stations.

However, this kind of explanation is powerful, otherwise it will be boring to be the same as a referee, not to mention that the referee has a home whistle. He smiled and snorted, and directly passed this advice.

In this regard, the two had no choice but to make up their minds, and when the live broadcast was broadcast later, they would make more effort to pull the tendency back. You must know that the head coach of Tsinghua High School is also the master who can't be messed with, everyone is an insider, and they can't afford to make trouble about it.

When the three of them were thinking about how to explain, the stadium was already crowded, looking for a position, chatting about the mountains, looking for friends, watching beautiful women, and gambling on the ball and betting in private, which was really lively.

Liang Tian and Ma Rong, old friends of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, this time, were not so lucky and assigned to the Beiyang bench, because the position here has long been occupied by relatives and important personnel of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, they also understand, return to their old business, squatting on the camera to be a sideline reporter, following the younger generation, hip-hop and laughing.

"Brother Liang, I heard that this Beiyang Twelfth Middle School was the first to be discovered by your brother, and that Yan Yufeng was also the first to be reported by you, it's really good!" A young reporter stretched out his thumb in admiration.

"Ha, it just so happened, it just so happened!" Liang Tian said this, and his heart was already happy.

Ma Rong didn't care, he concentrated on adjusting the lens sensitivity, he had a hunch that there would be many classic moments in this game, and he must seize and shoot them.

He didn't speak, but the proud Liang Tian opened the conversation, and he gave a face-to-face lecture to the photographers around him: "In this game, there must be a lot of wonderful moments, I suggest that everyone should pay close attention to the spirit, there are good players on both sides, and the technical content of this final is no less than the CBA level." ”

Everyone was amazed, and Liang Tian said again: "Anyway, just focus the camera on No. 8 of Beiyang Twelfth Middle School, he won't let you down." ”

"Speaking of that No. 8, it's really good, the physical fitness is very explosive, I was on the scene in the last game, the speed is fast, the movements are stretched, you have to get distracted, and you suddenly lose good materials." A reporter corroborated Liang Tian's words.

The reporters were chatting, and the party from Tsinghua High School had come out of the locker room and began to warm up and familiarize themselves with the field on the court, which caused quite a stir, and the reporters paused the topic one after another, picked up the camera and walked over there.

"What is there to go!" Liang Tian didn't get up at all.

Ma Rong was very helpless, he said, "Brother, you are really excited today." ”

"Why aren't you excited, the final!" Liang Tian said confidently.

"Actually, I'm a little sentimental." Ma Rong said.

"Huh?" Liang Tian was puzzled.

"Perhaps, this is the last time we shoot the 8th. After that, we will never have such an opportunity again. Ma Rong sighed.

Liang Tian was touched, and after not speaking for a long time, he lowered his head and began to adjust his camera.

"Then let's take it as the last battle before we retire!" Liang Tian's originally sad expression was swept away, and he was replaced by a look full of fighting spirit.

Ma Rong, who looked at the side, was shocked, he seemed to see Liang Tian when he was young, full of vigor and fighting spirit.

"Okay!" Ma Rong laughed and patted his beloved baby.

"Come on, old man, let's see who shoots the most classic!" Liang Tian challenged the old man.

"I'm not afraid of you, if you lose, you will have a dinner!" Ma Rong responded to the battle.

"It's a deal!" The two held one hand together and clutched each other tightly.

Eyes meet, that is the ageless youth.

And when Tsinghua High School had already entered, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School was in the locker room, quietly listening to Shang Lin analyze the situation.

The players of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School sat at the front, surrounding Shang Lin, around the city in a half-arc, and at the back, there were five people from the plateau, who also listened and watched very carefully.

And Lu Di, Che Jin, and Liu Xiaoyu sat on the side with solemn faces, this is a great surprise for inviting them into the locker room, and it is also a rare opportunity to learn.

Raising the information in his hand that came from the fax machine half an hour ago, Shang Lin said to everyone in a deep voice: "There is no undefeated team, only undefeated fighting spirit. ”

"Tsinghua High School, judging from the information just obtained, this is an old team, and there is no doubt that they are well-deserved giants in the high school world."

"Their style of play is keeping pace with the times, so to speak, it changes every year, which shows the problem, you know, their head coach has been a high school in Tsinghua University for more than 20 years."

"What kind of problem is this, it means that this coach is not rigid, he is a person who fully accepts new things, usually such a person, is very creative, obviously, this elder named Zhang Min is such a person."

"Their style is to do frequent pick-and-rolls on the offensive end, continuous pick-and-rolls, make the most of the 30 seconds of offensive time, even if there is an offensive time violation, it will not change."

"And their defense is even more terrifying, the overall rotation position, to be honest, when I saw the information, I couldn't believe it, and I called my old friend to ask it, but that's the way it is."

"The overall rotation position, it is the NBA team Spurs that can be executed smoothly in the real sense, I don't think this Tsinghua team has this height, but only if it can do three or four percent, it is also extremely terrible."

"Because this is an unsolvable defense, which can deal with almost 90% of the offensive tactics, what I want to tell you is that everyone must be fully prepared for offensive difficulties, including Yan Yufeng."

After glancing at Yan Yufeng, Shang Lin continued: "If you don't have a solution, won't you fight?" You can't think of things that way. I have always believed that basketball is not only a physical competition, but also a mental competition, and an athlete without a ball quotient is only a supporting role after all, and cannot be the protagonist. ”

"Is a strong opponent scary? No, why, let me tell you. Shang Lin entered the habit of overriding the coaching style, he said: "In the NCAA, big and small leagues, it can be said that every coach is talented and scheming, but in the end, he wins less and loses more." That's why, because you can't win a game just by relying on the tactics of your coach. ”

"It's the same way around, can a good player win? I don't think so! Speaking of this, he paused and glanced at Yan Yufeng intentionally or unintentionally.

The latter suddenly felt it, and lowered his head weakly.

"You can say that the composition of the victory, including what I just said, the coach, the players, the equipment, the assistant coach, even the logistics, and finally, the three referees are also counted."

"Victory seems simple, whoever has the most points wins, but is that really the case?"

"A team is a team, and in this team, even if it is cleaning, it is a member of the team and relies on victory." Shang Lin's tone suddenly became stern.

"Everyone has his role, not to say that it has to be on the court to have a role, and don't underestimate it, cheer for you off the field, hand you water and towels, rub your shoulders and wipe your sweat during the pause."

"Each performs its own duties, works together for the same purpose, the same direction, and can achieve victory! This is the way to compete, the way to win! Shang Lin said, on the tactical board, he wrote down the huge four big characters with a pen.

The brave, the benevolent.

"The brave is the courage of the battlefield, and the benevolent is the benevolence of the teammates."

"In the face of difficulties, only the brave break it, and in the face of difficulties, only the benevolent stand up."

"Only by being a brave and benevolent person can you be favored by the god of victory."

Shang Lin threw down his pen, looked at the silent everyone in the locker room, slowed down his tone, and lowered his tone, he said: "This is not a fake empty scene, this is my understanding of victory as a coach." There are strengths and weaknesses in the arena, but what remains unchanged is the fighting spirit and the perception of oneself. ”

"You may be strong now, so think about how you who were once weak have come to where you are now and become what you are now? Is it not to give up, not to admit defeat, not to be afraid, or not to be reconciled? ”

"I think it's all there. You are warriors, how to make others understand, only game. ”

"Use your thirst for victory to destroy the opponent's impregnable defenses." Shang Lin finally finished speaking, he took a breath and began to arrange the starting list, he said: "Yan Yufeng, Ye Changfeng, Xiang Jie, Shangzhi, Mo Feng, you start!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Jie and Ouyang Shangzhi were shocked, Xiang Jie stood up first, he wanted to tell the coach that he was now in a low competitive state, and he was already outside the rotation lineup, but he suddenly felt speechless, and stood there stupidly, with his mouth open but unable to speak.

Ouyang Shangzhi was also surprised and delighted, he was very hesitant, and he was very afraid that if he didn't do a good job, he would be scolded to death by Coach Shang.

The two of them stood there tall and short, looking very weird.

"How?" Shang Lin frowned, and the familiar majesty of the head coach suddenly echoed throughout the locker room.

The night wind next to him sat Xiang Gela down, and Shangzhi also sat down.

Yan Yufeng coughed, he felt the need to explain, he said: "Coach, our starter before was ......!" ”

"Don't I know?" Shang Lin looked at Yan Yufeng with a cold face.

Yan Yufeng's sweat came out, and when he was interrupted, he suddenly couldn't speak.

Shang Lin glanced at the whole team, especially at his new teammates, and said, "Don't mumble in your heart, and don't think too much." Now the fact is that this starter of yours is too slow to heat up, slow heating at the beginning is a taboo in competition, you have Yan Yufeng, you can drag it to the later stage, and then feel the firepower and kill the opponent in waves? ”

Glancing at Mo Feng, Shang Lin said bluntly: "If there are still five old Beiyang now, I don't mind starting all of them at all!" ”

Looking at the domineering Shang Lin, Gao Yuan and the others behind him were also enthusiastic, and they couldn't wait to stand up immediately and apply to join the battle.

And the three Lu Di at the back were all colorless, Che Jin's face was white, Liu Xiaoyu was okay, he almost used lips, did not change his sitting posture, and kept his original form and whispered to Lu Di beside him: "It's really scary, I came out of the same mold with Caesar, and I have hallucinations." I thought it was in the national team locker room. ”

"Who said it wasn't, my heart was jumping!" Lu Di said the same, moving his lips slightly.

No matter what kind of eyes and mentality he had off the field, Shang Lin said to the starting five arranged: "From the first second of the opening, you have to go all out, do you do it?" Just like it used to be! ”

"Report to the coach and make sure to complete the task!" Yan Yufeng had nothing to say, he stood up straight and raised his hand to promise.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!" The other four stood up together and raised their hands and shouted with great seriousness.

Shang Lin nodded expressionlessly, he looked at the others, and said: "To get my approval, you have to show a stronger fighting spirit than before, I will give everyone a chance, but there is only one chance, grasp it yourself!" Do you understand? ”

After being stunned for a moment, a huge roar suddenly sounded in the entire locker room, and the decibel of this level directly penetrated the door of the locker room and flew into the corridor.

In the end, Shang Lin said to everyone: "I hope that when everyone holds the national championship trophy, you will ask yourself, are you worthy of this honor for your own efforts?" ”

This sentence, like a sharp sword, penetrates deeply into each one, pierces the deepest part of the heart, and touches the soul.

"Let's go, let's fight!" Shang Lin waved his hand, took the lead in pushing open the door of the locker room, and walked out.

And this sentence is like igniting the hearts of all the team members of the entire Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, bang, and completely burning, even Gao Yuan and the others got carried away, followed by everyone else, screaming and rushing out.

In the end, in the locker room, only Lu Di was left.

Che Jin smiled bitterly: "I finally know how we lost to Beiyang 12th Middle School!" ”

"It's horrible!" Lu Di was still in shock.

"This is the strongest pre-game mobilization I've ever seen, not one of them!" Liu Xiaoyu said very solemnly.

When Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, this group of teenagers wearing black main colors and white striped striped jerseys rushed out of the away players' tunnel, this stadium that can tolerate 6,000 people and has seventeen boxes seems to have been looking forward to it for a long, long time, and it suddenly boiled.

At this moment, the crowd in the fully filled arena was roughly divided into three groups.

There are the most neutral fans, there are giveaway viewers, there are also good-looking spectators, and there are a large number of people who are attracted by the report.

The second largest number of spectators are Tsinghua High School, some of them are family members of the players, more are school students and parents, they wear the white T-shirts of Tsinghua High School, and the six stands on the south side are full. 、

When I saw Beiyang No. 12 Middle School appear, thousands of supporters of Tsinghua High School in the stands here let out a huge boo.

The loud sound overshadowed the previous noisy noise, which made the audience look sideways.

Next, it belongs to the supporters of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, they basically sit in the small stand area behind the Beiyang bench, but more than 50 people, at this moment, seeing their children appear, they all stood up, desperately shaking the palm props in their hands, but all of this was covered up by the collective boos of Tsinghua High School.

Yan Yufeng jumped on the court, feeling the malice in the huge white area of the South Stand, and he suddenly dreamed of going back to the New Year.

"What a familiar taste!" Yan Yufeng took a deep breath, and then laughed: "The taste of the away!" ”

Turning around, he looked at the whole team, and suddenly roared violently: "Are you cool? ”

After being stunned for a moment, everyone laughed: "Cool! ”

"Then let's get started!" Yan Yufeng yelled.

"!" The whole team shouted.

In the face of Yan Yufeng, who was different from the past and was extremely wild, the whole team was also infected, and they felt that their hearts, their blood, and every bone of their were itching, trembling, and roaring.

Looking at everyone's appearance, the plateau under the field couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Brothers, brothers! We are with you! ”

And Shang Lin, who was already standing on the bench with his hands down, was very satisfied with the fighting spirit of the whole team now, but he still pursed his lips and maintained a serious expression.

Wang Xuechao stood beside him, also looking at the court, he said: "You are here, we are so lucky!" ”

"No, it's my luck!" Shang Lin replied.

Zhang Min in the distance glanced at it in confusion, this middle-aged man who stood up straight, he was very familiar with the situation in Beiyang, but why was this person so unfamiliar.

Who is he? Why does it make me feel uneasy?

The old man frowned and began to mumble in his heart.

In the stands, Qin Yan's mother began to ask Qin Lan as early as when Beiyang entered: "Lan Lan, which one, which one?" ”

Qin Lan sighed, in front of the public, a little embarrassed, she raised her fingers, pointed at Ye Changfeng and said, "Oh, the one who wears No. 15!" ”

"Oops, that's handsome!" The beautiful woman's eyes suddenly lit up, and she smiled.

Sitting next to Qin Yan's father, the outermost Wang Lou was unknown, leaned up and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong?" ”

After all, it's still a family ugly, how can I tell it, the beautiful woman perfunctory, and suddenly found that her baby daughter Qin Yan had a surprisingly strange look in her eyes, and she thought she was also looking at the 15th, and her heart tightened.

Oops, it's not okay to be too handsome, don't fall in love with both, then it's troublesome.

At this moment, she saw Yan Yufeng yelling there, the beautiful woman was startled, and then the whole team was like crazy, and then she howled, and went to ask her husband.

"Old Qin, what's going on?"

"It's normal to pull morale before the war!" Qin Yan's father felt his blood boiling, and looking at Yan Yufeng's eyes, he was full of appreciation.

"The fighting spirit is very high!" Liang Tian, who was frantically following the door on the side, put down the camera and shouted to Ma Rong.

At this time, the noise of the stadium was too loud, and the usual tone was instinctively raised, and now everyone speaks involuntarily raising the decibels.

"Finals, for sure!" Ma Rong replied and continued to take pictures.

In such an atmosphere, everyone became excited, but only one person, who seemed very calm, should be lazy.

Shen Xiaosi sat on the bench, drinking water, he wouldn't attack anyway, and he didn't go to the field with others to warm up, sitting there, looking at the strange expressions around him, and speaking in his heart, he was still a little scared.

I had never seen so many people, and when I thought of waiting for the meeting, I was going to play, and being saluted by them, Shen Xiaosi felt weird. Fortunately, at this time, the old man put aside his doubts and came to his side.

"Are you scared?" The old man asked.

"No, it won't!" Shen Xiaosi replied immediately.

"This is a big stage, and the people who are qualified to stand on the field are the objects of envy of everyone, Xiaosi, put aside all your emotions and embrace it!"

Shen Xiaosi was pimpled by the old man's affectionate words, but from the depths of his heart, a wave of anticipation actually rose.

A person who has always been looked down upon by others, being recognized is perhaps the most desired thing.

"Old man, your champion, I won't let it run away!" Shen Xiaosi said to the old man very seriously.

"Then you promise!" The old man said suddenly.

"Yes, I promise!" Shen Xiaosi stretched out his right hand and held it in front of him.

"Pull a hook!"

"Don't be so naïve!" Shen Xiaosi was speechless.

"Just ask!" The old man smiled.

"Okay!" Shen Xiaosi was very helpless to pull a little thumb with the old man.

"If you don't do it, what are you going to do?" The old man himself had never thought about it, and such a thought came to his heart for no reason, and blurted out.

"Can't do it? How could it be! Shen Xiaosi is very confident.

Seeing the old man looking at himself intently, he had to say helplessly: "It's all up to you, okay!" ”

"Words count!"

"Words count!"

The two were silent, and Shen Xiaosi suddenly said, "Old man, after this fight, I'll leave!" ”

"Let's go? Where are you going? The old man was shocked.

"Go outside and take a look, I haven't been out of Beijing yet, and people say that if you change places, maybe you can change your life!" Shen Xiaosi looked into the distance, as if looking farther through the arena.

The old man was silent.

"Life is not an escape, where it happens, it changes!" The old man said suddenly.

Shen Xiaosi smiled: "Maybe." ”

The old man sighed, he knew that this stubborn and withdrawn boy didn't listen, perhaps, he didn't understand at all. But what can you do?

He was surprisingly distracted, and at such an important time, he didn't even think about the game, but worried about it.

Xu Sheng didn't know the old man's situation at the moment, he pulled his teammates in front of him one by one, cheered them up, he forcibly turned around, behind him, the opponent was there.

At this time, he was so engrossed in everything, forgetting everything, in his heart, in his eyes, there was only this game left.

In the end, he pulled Luo Hao, Yang Yu, and the three of them to stand together and look at each other.

Luo Hao and Yang Yu knew what the captain was going to say, but they didn't speak, just pursed their lips and looked at Xu Sheng.

"No defeat is allowed to win!" Xu Sheng said the sentence that he would say before every game, word by word.

"No defeat is allowed to win!" The two repeated it in unison.

Holding his good brother tightly, Xu Sheng leaned on Yang Yu's shoulder, knocked his shoulder hard with his chin, and then turned his head and knocked on Luo Hao's shoulder.

The heads of the three teenagers were pressed together.

"The champion is ours!" Xu Sheng roared.

"Ours!" The three of them yelled together.

Sun Ming, who was sitting on the sidelines, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

13:55 min.

There are only five minutes left until the finals.

The live broadcast signal came to the CCTV live broadcast room, the three of them chatted about it, watching the big screen light up, smiling at each other, Yu Jia faced the No. 1 camera position under the gesture of the director, and began to make opening remarks.

The technical desk, Guo Ding, Cheng Lao, and some important members of the basketball management center all sat there and talked to each other, Guo Ding looked at Yan Yufeng, full of love.

If it weren't for him, this year's national competition would definitely not have received such a high level of attention, and even the North American headquarters would have sent awards.

As soon as the competition is over, no matter what the result is, I will sign him immediately, yes, after signing the contract, let him be the first high school student in China to be signed by Nike.

At the entrance of G5, a group of tall teenagers hurriedly ran in, and the young people led by them relaxed when they saw the stadium, and smiled at everyone who arrived later: "Finally not late." ”

"Zhao Xiang, your driving skills!" Song Kun complained.

"No matter how good a car is, there is a yarn to use! There is a lot of traffic around here today! It was Han Dong who spoke, and at this time, he was less crazy than before, and more calm.

"Let's go, let's find a seat first!" Zhao Xiang took out the ticket and went down the steps.

It didn't take long for a place to be found, and it was obvious that it was all full, so five seats were vacated, not theirs, whose one was it?

Before he sat down, Zhao Xiang squeezed his eyebrows at Song Kun, and Song Kun laughed when he saw it.

It turned out that in the next place, there was a short-haired beauty.

Zhao Xiang sat down solemnly, and suddenly smelled a girl's unique body fragrance, which was really refreshing.

He thought to himself.

But the girl next to her didn't notice that there were more people around her, and her eyes kept looking closely at a figure on the court.

"Yan Yufeng, come on!"

In the girl's heart, she has been silently reciting this simple sentence.

This grandstand is the South Grandstand, which is only a passage away from the huge area of Tsinghua High School, and it is also the best viewing position.

From here, it was very clear to see the dynamics of the audience, Song Kun patted Zhao Xiang and boasted: "Good purchase!" ”

"It's a must, it's a lot of love!" Zhao Xiang was very proud, and he said: "Except for those who are booked, unless they are the first batch to buy tickets, like the location here, they are so scarce." ”

"Yours!" Song Kun praised again.

He glanced at Han Dong, who was looking at the court intently, and said, "I didn't expect you to still be willing to come." ”

"I can't train every day, besides, if I can recall the original me, that hero, I always have to show it!" Han Dong said lightly.

Song Kun nodded, since watching the game that day, Han Dong has changed as a person, and took the initiative to come to Beijing Sports to train with them, although he did not say his goal, but Song Kun felt extremely happy.

There is nothing more precious than having a good friend and a good brother who is like-minded.

"Let's get started!" Zhao Xiang saw three people in zebra shirts walk onto the court, and he was excited.

And Song Kun, Han Dong, and the other two all held their breath.

On the pitch, both teams collect the ball and, as is customary, walk to the halfway line.

The two teams stood in parallel, Beiyang's side, with round eyes and looking at the opponent in front of them, while Tsinghua High School was also infected, and also stared at each other without admitting defeat.

When the three referees saw this, they knew how difficult it was to blow the game.

Yan Yufeng stood up, Xu Sheng also took a step forward and stood up, the two shook hands with the referee who came, and then the next link was to shake hands with each other.

Yan Yufeng took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and so did Xu Sheng.

The two held each other tightly.

Didn't speak, looked at each other.

Yan Yufeng tilted his head, then pulled his hand and turned away.

Xu Sheng stood there, looked at his back, bit his lip, and turned away.

Back on the bench, the starters sat down, the substitutes stood in a circle, and Shang Lin stood in the center.

Behind the bench, the parents looked curiously, for them, all this is new, looking at their children, in an instant, they all feel that the children have grown up, and the pride in their hearts is indescribable.

"We play small-ball tactics, Shangzhi, you bring up the rhythm, you can break as deep as you can, run!" Shang Lin first said to Ouyang Shangzhi.

"Xiang Jie, go and grab the rebound, take out your desperate Sanlang's spirit!" Shang Lin said to Xiang Jie again.

"Hmmm! Mission completion guaranteed! Xiang Jie's eyes were red, for him, at this moment, Coach Shang gave him not only the starter, but the greatest honor in his life, and he would never allow himself to blaspheme.

I will defend it with my life!

Xiang Jie swore to himself.

"Changfeng, receive the ball, as long as it is near the three-point line, I allow you unlimited shots! Do you understand? Because of the high noise in the stadium, every time he says a word at this moment, he has to be a line higher than the previous voice.

"Understood!" Night Wind pounded his chest hard to show his determination.

"Mo Feng!" Shang Lin looked at Mo Feng.

"In!" Mo Feng shouted loudly.

"I don't know what you're capable of, but you're the starting lineup right now, the tallest, you only have one task, backcourt rebounds, lost one, I'll ask you! I want you to know, the rebounds, it's all yours! Did you hear me clearly? Shang Lin almost stuck it on Mo Feng's face.

Although the foam splashed on his cheeks, Mo Feng didn't feel it, he felt that the blood in his mouth was about to explode, and he roared with all his strength: "The rebounds are all mine!" It's mine! It's mine......! ”

And the scene where Shang Lin gave orders to the team members, behind the bench, shocked everyone.

Suddenly, a pre-battle hallucination filled the whole body, and people in their forties and fifties couldn't help but tremble.

"It's horrible!" A parent clutched his chest and said in a trembling voice.

Shang Lin is also fully in shape, and now it is not only the battlefield of his team, but also his battlefield.

Finally, he looked at Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng also looked at his coach with extremely resolute eyes.

"Lead them, destroy the opponents!" Shang Lin only uttered eight words.

"Understood!" Yan Yufeng stood up with a snort, he looked at his teammates and walked towards the court.

Behind him, all his teammates.

Turning around, Yan Yufeng stretched out his right hand.

One hand, two hands, countless hands on the back of his hand.

"What are we?"

"Warriors!"

"What do we want?"

"Victory!"

"What are we going to do?"

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The whole team roared in unison.

"Let's fight!"

Yan Yufeng ran to the court, and behind him, Xiang Jie, Ye Changfeng, Shangzhi, and Mo Feng followed closely.

In front of them, Xu Sheng led his brother and rushed murderously.

The big war is on the verge of breaking out!

PS: I'm sorry, there are too many characters in the scene, and I forget to write, it seems that I can only start tomorrow! Looking at today's update of almost 20,000 words, bear with me!