King of the North Sun (2)

"Lan'er, tomorrow is the battle between the champion and runner-up of your twelfth and second middle schools, what's the matter? How prepared are you as a tour leader? Qin Zheng held the rice bowl and looked at his daughter Qin Lan who was sitting opposite him and asked.

Qin Lan was surprised, she didn't know why her father asked like this, she knew that the relationship between her father and the second middle school was extraordinary, and now she asked like this, what did it mean?

"Why, do you still think that your father is a fine annihilator! Haha'''''''! Qin Zheng laughed.

"No, the atmosphere in the team is very good, everyone is training seriously and preparing for tomorrow's game!" Qin Lan thought for a moment and said.

"Hey, what are you talking about during dinner, but I'm eating fish today, don't talk! Swallow the fish bones carefully! Qin Lan's mother, Long Jinhong, revealed the spirit of the eldest in the family, and ordered the father and daughter to arrive.

Qin Zheng saw that his wife was furious, he laughed, lowered his head and took a big bite of food, and stopped talking.

Qin Lan breathed a sigh of relief and took a bite of food, but saw her sister's eyes flickering, as if she was listening to the conversation between herself and her father just now.

"What does she care about??" A question mark flashed through Qin Lan's mind.

"Lan'er, do you have confidence in your second middle school in tomorrow's game?" Qin Zheng looked at the opportunity and asked again.

"Yes!" Qin Lan blurted out, she was also a little surprised, surprised by her firmness.

"Oh! So sure? Qin Zheng smiled, glanced at his wife's ominous look, spread down his chopsticks, stood up, and said, "I'm full!" He turned to the hall.

Qin Lan breathed a sigh of relief, she had no intention of eating any more, and she also spread down her chopsticks and said, "I'm also full!" ”

"Alas''''' why are you all ''''' like this!" Long Jinhong couldn't help but exclaim.

"Mom, eat this, there are no fish bones!" Qin Yan wasted no time in sandwiching a piece of fish into Songdao's mother's bowl.

Long Jinhong suddenly opened his eyebrows and laughed: "Well, good daughter, hum, you are the most well-behaved in this family!" ”

Qin Yan smiled, but his eyes glanced at his sister who walked into the living room, and the thought of the past floated in his heart.

Why is this happening to you?? Dad and sister, why do the topics they want to talk about always make me distracted???

For him?

Yan Yufeng!

Alas''''''''''''.

Qin Yan sighed, reluctantly calmed himself, and lowered his head to eat.

"Dad, tomorrow are you going to cheer for your daughter or for the second middle school of the king that you have worked hard to cultivate for ten years?" As soon as Qin Lan entered the living room, she wanted her father, who was sitting on the sofa, to open his mouth and say that he had been holding back the question for a long time.

"Oh'''''''' why do you ask that?" Qin Zheng paused, thought about how to answer, and replied casually.

"I want to know where Daddy stands!" Qin Lan said seriously.

All my father's energy and attention are put on the second middle school, Tang Chaohui, Su Wei and other top people in Beiyang are all discovered by him, and after ten years of sharpening the sword, he finally achieved the king of the second middle school!

Tomorrow is the twelfth middle school to challenge the second middle school, Qin Lan really wants to know what his father thinks.

Qin Zheng glanced at his eldest daughter, who had been stubborn since she was a child, was silent, and said, "My position is to support the second middle school '''''''''''''''!" ”

"Hmph, I know that's what Dad thinks!" Qin Lan snorted and sat down.

"Hehe''''''''''' Lan'er, you have to understand Dad!" Qin Zheng smiled and continued: "Tomorrow's game may be a very exciting game, or it may be a very dull game, maybe!" ”

Qin Lan was shocked, she was familiar with her father, she understood that what her father, who had been immersed in the field of basketball for more than 20 years, must have made some sense to him, and couldn't help but immediately ask, "Dad, why do you say that?" ”

"It's a secret, but maybe your coach Wang Xuechao should be able to see something!" Qin Zheng smiled mysteriously and said.

"Dad, how can you do this!" Qin Lan was depressed and said coquettishly.

"Haha'''''''' forgive your father! Tomorrow will be the case! Qin Zheng laughed.

"Hmph, I'm in the room!" Qin Lan pouted and shook her hands to leave.

"Oh, my baby girl is angry, hehe''''''''''''''''' then I'll ask you a question of me!" Qin Zheng saw that his daughter was losing her temper, and she still had questions to ask, so she was busy.

"What's the problem? I'm going back to my room! Qin Lan knew that her father must still have a problem, so she turned around unexpectedly and asked strangely.

"Why are you so confident in the Twelve? Is it because of that number 8? Qin Zheng suddenly became serious and asked.

Qin Lan was stunned, looking at his father's serious expression, he really didn't know why his father asked like this, and paused: "Yes, "Yes!" ”

"Yes, I see!" Qin Zheng nodded, and suddenly said, "I know that the 8th of your twelfth middle school went to the second middle school to challenge this morning!" ”

"I know''''''' but I don't believe Yan Yu will lose!" Qin Lan had actually heard about this a long time ago, but she always didn't believe it, how could Yan Yufeng be defeated by Tang Chaohui and come back? ? It's absolutely impossible!

"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes!" Qin Zheng recalled the scene in the morning, and his eyes flashed the back of Yan Yufeng leaving with a calm expression. What the hell is this number 8 thinking??

It's so unsettling to me.

No, I have to know the strength of this number 8!

Qin Zheng thought secretly.

"Yan Yufeng really lost?" Qin Lan's beautiful eyes widened

"That's right, he lost completely, and before the game was over, he took the initiative to admit defeat! Hey, the newcomer king of Beiyang?? Qin Zheng showed a look of disdain, but his eyes were fixed on his daughter.

Qin Lan was really enraged, and shouted loudly: "No, Yan Yufeng can't be like this, he won't lose, let alone admit defeat!" ”

"Do you know him well? How much do you know about him? Qin Zheng said with a smile, his daughter finally couldn't help it, and she lost her temper!

"He is the best, whether it is football skills, or the desire to win, in his eyes, Beiyang is just a small place, what he wants to see, is not Beiyang, but the bigger world outside!" Qin Lan became excited, stretched out her arms, and shouted proudly.

If Yan Yufeng heard this now, then he would definitely be surprised, surprised that Qin Lan knew himself so well and understood himself!

"Oh, where is his ideal? It's a thing that happened at your age! Qin Zheng was a little surprised that his daughter was so excited, but he remained silent and continued to ask.

Qin Lan looked at her father indignantly, and suddenly spit out a sentence: "I'll know tomorrow!" After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Lan'er, Lan'er''''''''''!" Qin Zheng didn't expect his daughter to be like this, he shouted twice but didn't respond, and when he saw his wife walking in suspiciously, he sat down busily, picked up the newspaper next to him, and looked.

"It's not normal to be big and small, what's wrong?" Long Jinhong glanced at Qin Lan, who had already entered the door, and then at her husband, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and said with a grunt.

Qin Yan stepped into the living room, did not speak, and walked straight to his room.

Passing by his sister's room, Qin Yan hesitated, and finally walked over, and when he pushed open his door, Qin Yan thought: I have nothing to do with him at all? Why should I ask my sister?

Alas, forget it!

Maybe I'm just worrying!

Hehe'''''''''''''' the corners of Qin Yan's mouth moved, and he laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Wife, you're okay tomorrow, right?" Qin Zheng asked tentatively to his wife, who was cleaning up the room.

"What? What do you want to do? Long Jinhong asked casually.

"Hehe, let's go watch the game tomorrow, it's not good not to go to the game of my daughter's school basketball team!" Qin Zheng's face was full of smiles.

"Hmph''''''''' the doctor said that you have high blood pressure, don't go to crowded places, have you forgotten?" Long Jinhong said with a cold face.

"Oh, is it? It's okay, I have a ticket for a good location! Besides, what am I excited about watching a game like this? I'm afraid that we won't go as parents, I'm sorry for my daughter! Qin hurriedly said, and finally took out the ultimate killer feature. Hehe, Qin Zheng, when did you care so much about your daughter getting up and pulling! How could Long Jinhong not know what her husband was thinking, she didn't compromise, but still said with a solemn face.

"I've always cared about this '''''''''''!" Qin Zheng saw that Mrs. still didn't give in, knowing that he had seen through it, he laughed with a smile.

"Really?" Long Jinhong turned around indifferently, took the rag in his hand and walked out, looking at Qin Zheng's face of despair.

Looking at the TV in frustration, Qin Zheng couldn't help fiddling with the remote control in his hand, and suddenly saw his wife walking by, and asked casually, "How about you say you will wear this tomorrow?" ”

"Wear this tomorrow?" Qin Zheng showed a confused look on his face, but just after a second, Qin Zheng suddenly became energetic and shouted, "Beautiful, beautiful, it's so suitable to wear this!" ”

Listening to his father shouting loudly in the living room, Qin Lan sat on the bed in his room and muttered, "Dad, are you really so good to me?" I don't believe it! ”

And Qin Yan suddenly leaned back in front of his desk with relief, and a gratuitous joy jumped in his heart: Tomorrow, I can see him, tomorrow, tomorrow ''''''''.

Qin Yan held his face and laughed stupidly, even he didn't understand why he was laughing!

What's wrong with me?

I don't know, I just know, I can see him again!

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"Chaohui, Mo Feng, you two come here!" Long Dahai stood on the edge of the huge indoor training ground of No. 2 Middle School and shouted loudly in the field.

Tang Chaohui and Mo Feng glanced at each other, wiped their sweat, and trotted all the way over.

"Don't take your training too seriously, it's tomorrow! Be careful, don't drop the chain and hurt yourself at this time! Long Dahai looked at the sweat on the faces of his two beloved disciples, and said in a serious but peaceful tone.

"Got it, we'll be careful!" Tang and Mo both said at the same time.

"Well, I've called you here to talk about tomorrow's tactical arrangements!" Long Dahai took a few steps outside, and Tang Chaohui and Mo Feng hurriedly followed, standing behind the coach.

"Tomorrow's game has been planned by me and Coach Huang, and tomorrow's tactical theme is attack! The specific tactics are '''''''''''''" Long Dahai paused, glanced at Tang Chaohui and Mo Feng, and slowly said: "Misplaced defensive tactics!" ”

"What? Misplaced defense? Tang Chaohui screamed in shock, and a cold glint flashed in Mo Feng's eyes, there was surprise, expectation, and more excitement!

"Yes, misplaced defense!" Long Dahai solemnly said.

"Who guards whom?" Tang Chaohui asked.

"You defend Xiang Jie, the big forward in the twelve, and Mo Feng defends the No. 8 Yan Yufeng in the twelve!" When Long Dahai said this, as soon as he mentioned the three words Yan Yufeng, the pupils in his eyes couldn't help but shrink, needless to say, in the past two days, the three words Yan Yufeng should be by his side all the time!

"Why do you need to do this, do you think I can't prevent Yan Yufeng, or coach you don't trust me!" Tang Chaohui was a little excited.

"Captain, you misunderstood the coach!" Mo Feng stretched out and patted Tang Chaohui, and said in a deep voice.

Long Dahai glanced at the calm Mo Feng with a hint of surprise, and a strange thought rose in his heart: Why aren't you surprised? Did you already guess?

Tang Chaohui took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said, "Coach, I'm sorry, I'm a little excited!" ”

"Nothing!" Long Dahai waved his hand and said: "This is the best way, according to Yan Yufeng's performance in these games, his scores are generally scored on the inside line or in the second division, and he has a strong offensive ability on the inside, he is no longer a pure scoring guard, but has already transformed into a swinging small forward!" With such a person, it is very suitable for Mo Feng, who is on the inside, to defend!

And you, Tang Chaohui, with your height and weight, let you defend a Xiang Jie who likes to run from the outside to the inside, you are the best person to choose! Do you understand? "Long Haidao.

Tang Chaohui thought for a while, nodded clearly, and said, "I know!" ”

"Well, I just said that tomorrow's theme is attack! I think I need both of you to fully understand this! Long Dahai paused and continued: "The situation of the twelve, you have also seen, the injury of the main center Han Dazhu has brought a lot of impact to the defensive lineup of the twelve, although they won our old opponent Tiegang, but personally, it is because of the tactical mistakes of the head coach of Tiegang and the abnormal performance of some of their players!" In terms of defense, there are too many flaws in the twelve! ”

Glancing at Tang Chaohui and Mo Feng, I saw that they nodded in agreement, and Long Dahai continued: "Now that the plateau is injured, the twelve middle schools will definitely be even more lacking in offensive strength, although they have super guards like Yan Yufeng, but the game is not played by one person, suppressing Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie, the twelve lieutenant generals will be completely destroyed by you!" Long Dahai's eyes burst out with a cold glow, during this time, he was really out of breath by the powerful dark horse momentum of the twelve, and the road to defending the title of the second middle school is now seen by others, and it is no longer so certain!

This is an insult, not only to the title of the second and third crown champions, but also to oneself - Long Dahai itself!

"Yes! Instructor! Destroy the Twelve! Tang Chaohui shouted, waved his fist, and clenched it vigorously.

Mo Feng didn't speak, just stood there and pursed his mouth indifferently.

Tomorrow is the time for a decisive battle with you, and the promise of that day will finally be fulfilled! Yan Yufeng! I'm waiting for you!

"That's how tomorrow's game is, now go back and I'm going to tell you in person about the points of tomorrow's defense! Let's go, let's go! Long Dahai waved his hand and motioned to the two of them.

Tang Chaohui turned around and strode towards the field, with a clear goal, then what we have to do now is to work hard!

This has always been the principle of Tang Chaohui's life and life, and it is also the only law of his own success!

Mo Feng walked behind and slowly waited for Long Dahai.

"Coach, do you believe in fate?" Mo Feng suddenly asked.

"Fate? Maybe something like this will happen in this world! Long Dahai pondered, and couldn't figure out why the silent Mo Fengfeng suddenly asked this strange question.

"Nothing! I just thought about it and asked! Mo Feng lowered his head and walked forward quickly, Yan Yufeng's figure appeared in his mind!

Do you and I have a fate???

Maybe tomorrow will be the answer!

Mo Feng thought secretly in his heart, and his hand couldn't help but clench!

Long Dahai looked at Mo Feng's tall back from behind, thinking back to the look in his eyes just now, sharp and full of wisdom, cold and excited!

His heart seemed to be a chariot slowly burning, and his person seemed to be a brave and wise warrior, and suddenly, Long Dahai changed his expectations for tomorrow.

Perhaps, Mo Feng is the savior of Tomorrow No. 2 Middle School!

But what about Tang Chaohui???

Long Dahai was surprised by the sudden thought he had just now, and immediately asked himself.

I don't understand it myself!

Long Dahai shook his head and thought incredulously.

Tomorrow everything will know, wait!

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"Oh, Lao Chen, what kind of wind blew you here????" A little old man with half-white hair, but very good spirits, looked at Chen Dingjun and smiled.

"Naturally, there is a wind, and this wind is still very strong!" Chen Dingjun inquired about the entire luxurious setting and said.

"Oh, what wind?" The old man asked, sitting on a spacious leather sofa.

"Ball Style!" Chen Dingjun blinked his eyes and said.

"Ball style?? You're going to find a place, say, what's the bad thing that reminds me of my brother again? The old man touched his bulging belly and said proudly.

"Bad things? Hey! Chen Dingjun smiled, sat down too, looked at him sitting on the side, his old partner for more than 30 years, and said, "Will I come to you for bad things?" ”

"Hehe, that's a good thing! Brother, if I remember my surname correctly, you seem to have sealed your pen! How? Can't stand the loneliness again? Haha''''''''''''! The old man laughed out loud, with a smug look on his face.

Chen Dingjun shook his head, this Cao Hui, such an adult, still likes to sarcastically people so much!

Cao Hui worked as a reporter in a newspaper with himself 30 years ago, and then he wanted to mix up and start a business boldly, and for more than 20 years, he finally established the number one newspaper in Jiangsu Province - Sports Environmental News.

"When I came to Nanjing this time, I have something I want to tell you, and I personally think you still have the strength to complete it!" Chen Dingjun said seriously.

"What's the matter?" Cao Hui knew that his old friend had never spoken, and as soon as he entered the door, he felt that something was coming, but years of experience still told himself: wait and come slowly!

"I don't want to say anything more, I just hope you can go to Beiyang tomorrow and go there to watch a game, and then the next thing is up to you?" Chen Dingjun said.

"What, go to Beiyang?? Watching the game? What competition? Cao Hui sighed, he didn't expect it to be such a thing, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Yes, you should know about Beiyang's annual high school league!" Chen Dingjun said.

"I know, old friend, you're not going to ask me to watch a municipal amateur competition, are you? It's still high school! Hey, hey'''''''! Cao Hui understood, and immediately became disappointed in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face.

Chen Dingjun knew that Cao Hui would say this, stood up, patted his buttocks, and said, "Then I'll go first, I still have something to do!" ”

"What, angry? We haven't seen each other for almost a year, so let's go! Cao Hui stood up, still smiling peacefully.

"Xiaodong hasn't seen me for three years, I'll go see him!" Chen Dingjun said quietly.

"What? Zhang Dong? What are you doing with him? Cao Hui finally changed color.

Chen Dingjun laughed in his heart, Zhang Dong is also his old partner, thinking that back then, he and Cao Hui and Zhang Dong were known as the trio of the wind, and there were no three people for any major event, and later, Cao Hui started a business, and Zhang Dong also embarked on this road, and he did not change his mind and continued in the journalist world.

Twenty years later, Zhang Dong also founded the sports terminal, a large-scale comprehensive company that spans newspapers, websites, and entertainment, and directly competes with Cao Hui's sports ring newspaper.

The current relationship between the two is not an ordinary tension, at this time, Chen Dingjun threw this, and Cao Hui naturally wanted to change his color.

"Wait, I said, old man, '''''''''''''', what are you doing with him??? Aren't you clearly embarrassing me? Cao Hui jumped up and hurriedly dragged Chen Dingjun who was walking towards the door.

"Since you ignore me as a messenger, then I naturally have to find someone who is willing to pay attention!" Chen Dingjun put on a look of indignation.

"Why ignore it, '''''''' it! Say, why should I go to that game! Tomorrow seems to be the championship and runner-up competition! Cao replied, it seems that he is still paying attention to the situation in Beiyang, after all, Beiyang is the prosperous place of basketball in Jiangsu Province!

"A teenager, a talented teenager! Have you heard of Chen Jianghua? ”

Cao Hui sighed, his old friend looked excited, this is rare, he suddenly said Chen Jianghua, what does this mean? After hesitating for a moment, he said: "I have naturally heard of him, a Chinese teenager who has been in the American Times newspaper!" What to say about the person who passed the ball for Yao Ming in 2008! How? What do you mean by mentioning him? ”

"A teenager who is enough to compete with him! He is in Beiyang, he was born in Jiangsu! His accomplishments are beyond my comprehension! Chen Dingjun pitched higher than one word at a time, and in the end, he actually shouted out.

Cao Hui was really surprised, looked at his old friend in a daze, and suddenly showed a smile on his face, and then immediately expanded into a smile on his face: "Haha''''''' I said brother, what's wrong with you today???? Not like you! Aren't you fooling me, can't you be happy with me??? ”

"Whoever gets you, believe it or not, go and see for yourself tomorrow! Remember, the game starts at half past six in the afternoon, Beiyang Power Gymnasium, go and feel what visual impact is! After Chen Dingjun finished speaking, he shook off Cao Hui's hand and strode out of the door of the director's room.

Cao Hui didn't stop it this time, watched Chen Dingjun disappear behind the elevator door, leaned out to look at his secretary Xiao Liu, smiled, and said, "Help me push away all the entertainment tomorrow, I want to go somewhere!" ”

"Understood, Chairman!"

Beiyang?

Chen Jianghua!

Genius boy?

Hey, it's looking interesting tomorrow.

Cao Hui stood on the top floor of his own commercial building, in his room, looking at the bustling city scene of Nanjing, and muttered to himself.

King of the North Sun (2)

Great Qin Bingbing

2004.7.21

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