Qiao Feng felt that it didn't matter.

Li Ji thinks it has a lot to do with it.

"Godfather, I want to get the championship I want in my own way." Li Ji looked at Qiao Feng firmly.

His eyes were full of stubbornness.

Much like Li Ji, more like his mother.

Qiao Feng was silent for a long time and smiled: "If you decide, do what you think." ”

The basketball god has never been a forgiving man, and every teammate he works with has been mentally devastated by him. His strong desire to win is unbearable and his team-mates must live to the high standards he expects.

But when facing Li Ji, he always maintained sufficient patience and tolerance.

Whenever he saw Li Ji's familiar face, he always couldn't harden his iron heart.

On Thursday morning, Nanshan High School arrived in Yanjing.

Every year, the high school national league is scheduled to be held at the basketball mecca Wukesong National Gymnasium.

It's fair for both sides because it's a true third-party venue, there's no such thing as home-court advantage, and the fans who come in are here for the basketball.

On Thursday night, Magic Zhou De went to the hotel of Nanshan High School, and he specially talked to Zhang Ruofeng about his views on the upcoming game, and he hoped that Zhang Ruofeng could continue to go deeper in the game, not only at the free throw line, but also in the paint area to create storms.

The Magic is very concerned about this game, and in fact, the heat of this game can reach such a high level is inseparable from his previous remarks.

It was he who single-handedly turned the focus of the game into a duel between the magician and the disciple of the basketball god.

"I know that Li Ji is very good, and Qiao Feng taught him a lot of basketball skills. But... I still think Ruofeng is the better point guard, and when he puts on the mask and walks on the court, he's the master of the court. ”

Magician Zhou De has always made statements in the media in support of Zhang Ruofeng.

"Maybe Zhang Ruofeng's scoring ability is not as good as Li Ji, maybe his court experience is not as good as him, and maybe even his defensive ability is not as good as him. However, no one can deny that Zhang Ruofeng is the real point guard. ”

To a certain extent, Zhou De's speech has a bit of the meaning of being prestigious.

However, there is no way.

Objective facts must be respected, and Landbridge High School is really too strong.

Although the combination of Zhang Ruofeng and Yan Mufeng is powerful, but... Compared to the Galactic Battleship of Arashihashi High School, it is simply ...... It's hopeless.

However, Zhang Ruofeng and Yan Mufeng themselves are not such words.

Sky Sports had a team of reporters follow Zhou De to the hotel where Nanshan High School is staying.

As the live broadcast agency of the finals, they usually follow up the day before the start of the competition.

In fact, they had already followed Lanqiao High School three days in advance.

Because there's a basketball god over there, and it's a sure thing to win the championship.

If it weren't for Zhou De coming to visit in person, Sky Sports wouldn't even be planning to come over for a pre-match visit; Not many people want to hear what the runners-up said before the game.

"I think the probability of us winning is about the same as the probability of losing." Zhang Ruofeng was surprised when he faced the reporter's first question.

"Basketball is round, nothing is impossible, all outcomes are possible."

Zhang Ruofeng said: "Although in Landbridge High School or in the eyes of others, they are more likely to win the championship, but... This is not an absolute value. Otherwise, what's the point of playing? Wouldn't it be more time-saving and labor-saving to simply ask a few basketball commentators to sit together, through various analysis and discussion, and use their mouths to decide the victory? ”

Zhang Ruofeng's tone was very gentle.

But every sentence was like a soft knife, stabbing into the chests of those commentators.

Zhou De stood next to him and grinned, he thought to himself: This is the style of our point guard, although he doesn't shoot directly, but he turns a corner and makes you hurt even more!

Compared with Zhang Ruofeng's soft knife that hurts people, Yan Mufeng is much more straightforward.

He sat in front of the camera and said cleanly: "Li Ji's winning rate against me has always been very stable, and it has always remained at 0. It was so before, it will be tomorrow, and it will be every day. ”

The pair's visit was broadcast through Sky Sports that night.

Prior to their visit, Sky Sports aired a documentary about this season's Landbridge High School, and concluded with Li Ji's concluding remarks: "For me, second place is the biggest loser. This season, I haven't thought about losing, and no one can make me lose. ”

"Whenever I walk on the court, there is always a voice in my heart that clearly reminds me: there is always someone who will win, why not me?"

"Zhang Ruofeng, Yan Mufeng. Your myth will be covered by another myth. Come on, goodbye to the college league! ”

The immediate smile on his face in the shot.

Feng Wenyun looked at the TV, and she said to Qiao Feng beside her: "This kind of comparison is very interesting, isn't it?" ”

Qiao Feng smiled and nodded.

The basketball god has some gray hair on his sideburns, and he is no longer the high-spirited teenager he used to be.

He hesitated and struggled for a long time, and finally asked, "Zhang Ruofeng is your son, right?" ”

Feng Wenyun nodded: "He is my son-in-law, or it can be said that he is my son." ”

As she spoke, she turned around and shouted outside, "Yuan Yuan, come in and meet your Uncle Qiao Feng." ”

Feng Yuan walked in, and she was slightly nervous when she saw the basketball god.

Qiao Feng stared at her deadly, he stood up, circled back and forth, and looked left and right around her. Then he said, "Like." It's like! ”

The mother and daughter of the Feng family did not seem very happy when they heard this evaluation.

Qiao Feng hurriedly stopped talking about it.

He asked again, "What about the masked boy?" Why didn't he come over? He hit the ball very well, but because the palm of his hand was too big, the shooting percentage was low. I'm an authoritative expert on this, and I can teach him a lot of tips to increase his shooting percentage. ”

Feng Wenyun replied: "Let's talk about it after this game." ”

Qiao Feng sighed: "Why bother? It's been so long since everything happened back then, so why bother. ”

Feng Wenyun sneered: "In my place, I can't get by!" I came to you this time to ask you to help me bring a word, please tell her: She snatched my things back then, and I want to take them back one by one now. ”

"How do you get it back?"

An indifferent and playful voice came from outside, and then the sound of high heels falling to the ground and the sound of leather shoes landing on the ground approached step by step.

There are two footsteps.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Feng Wenyun's face became more and more angry.

After a while, a middle-aged lady dressed in fancy clothes held a middle-aged man in a straight suit, and the two were very intimate.

"Old classmate, meet again." The middle-aged man spoke first.

Then, the lady said, "Feng Wenyun, are you still thinking about the trivial things back then?" I won't fight with you for Li Yu's spirit card ashes now. You'll have to call me Madame Hu. ”

……