Campus Basketball (Part 3)

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Room 705 of the Beiyang No. 12 Middle School Faculty Accommodation Building, it is almost one o'clock in the morning, but there is still a light in the bedroom room, and the light is even more conspicuous when the whole building is dark.

The old man Wang who was in charge of the door locked the door with a flashlight, looked up at the lights on the 7th floor, and muttered: This teacher Shang is really strange, he didn't sleep so late every day, and he slept later than me, it's really strange!

"Bell!" The clock hanging on the wall rang, and it became even louder in the silent room.

Shang Lin looked up at the clock and said to himself, "It's just a little bit?" He shook his head, shook his sore hands, focused, and then returned to his laptop to continue looking at the information.

Although Shang Lin has now become the head coach of the 12th Middle School, because Mr. Ori of Duke University did not agree to his resignation, he only promised to give himself time and leave the position of the first assistant coach vacant first, making it clear that he was waiting for his return.

"Alas!" Shang Lin sighed, he could only be grateful for Mr. Ori's reaction, but it also gave him more pressure invisibly, the career he had achieved over the years did not mean that he didn't want it, Shang Lin sometimes felt heartache for no reason, no one is perfect, for what he is doing now, Shang Lin himself has also come up with real thoughts in private.

However, I am glad that I came this time, and I was not disappointed, this team has great potential for development, and according to their characteristics, this is completely in line with their own tactical theory, you know, a good coach what he wants to see most is not only talented players, but the most important thing is whether this team can match their own skills and tactics.

Fortunately, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School fully conforms to its own tactical theory, which is the most critical reason why Shang Lin stayed.

In fact, his friend Wang Shang is completely right to not understand himself, next year, Mr. Ori is likely to be hired by the New York Knicks as head coach, the general manager of the Knicks, Fakes' appreciation of Mr. Ori's coaching ability is already a well-known thing in New York, coupled with more than 20 years of good friends, for the Knicks, everyone thinks that Mr. Ori cannot shirk, and Shang Lin also thinks so.

But why next year?

Shang Lin knew very well that eight years ago, he came to the United States to study, and the first person he met was Ori, and the two chatted late at night in a coffee house, after that, Mr. Ori recommended him to go to the Pittsburgh Basketball School for further study, and then introduced him to the head coach of the University of North Carolina Youngs, and became an assistant coach of the University of North Carolina basketball team, and after three years, Mr. Ori finally recruited him to Duke University and became the first assistant coach, in the past eight years, The indissoluble bond between Mr. Ori and himself can really be described as high in the sky and deep in the sea.

As for why Mr. Ouli attaches so much importance to him, Shang Lin is also very clear, in terms of sects, the two of them also belong to the academic school, talk about tactics, and the two of them also pursue the theory of winning quickly with their surnames, and everyone who is familiar with them laughs and says, except for the skin color, everything else is surprisingly consistent!

The reason why Mr. Ori has been invited by the Knicks for several years is largely because he can't let go of the Duke University relationship that he has been with for more than 30 years, and he has been waiting for a successor to appear, no matter what this person's country is, Mr. Ori will not care.

"Alas!" Shang Lin sighed again, for Mr. Ou Li's intentions, asking himself, is unshirkable, the only thing to do now is to do a good job in the experimental field of the Twelfth Middle School, and have a bumper harvest to verify his tactical theory.

will eventually return to the United States, but Shang Lin is firmly determined not to push the 12th Middle School to a peak in the Chinese high school basketball world, and he will never leave.

In addition, Shang Lin also had a faint plan in his heart.

After facing Yan Yufeng and Ouyang Shangzhi, two extremely talented players, Shang Lin's first thought was to bring them to the United States, only there, only in that atmosphere, will they have a greater breakthrough and a fundamental qualitative change.

Relatively speaking, having lived in the United States for so long, which advocates individualism very seriously, for a player like Yan Yufeng with very outstanding personal ability and amazing physical fitness, Shang Lin actually did not have the same excitement as people like Wang Xuechao except for the surprise at the beginning.

In the United States, Shang Lin sees that there are a lot of such players, they have a lot of physical fitness that is much better than ordinary people, but they do not have the technical and tactical concepts that complement them, such players, once they play professional games, they are completely wasted.

If this is the case, then the NBA, NBDL, CBA and other professional basketball leagues (note: it is also a professional basketball league in the United States) will have to expand to hundreds of teams, instead of the current 30 or so!

What Shang Lin has to do with Yan Yufeng now is to correct all his technical shortcomings, instill him with the correct basketball concept, and give him more room for development, which is what Shang Lin thinks.

As for Ouyang Shangzhi, Shang Lin had a clear conscience and some preference, not only because of that chance encounter, which made him interested in this little boy with abnormal thinking with ordinary people, but even more because of Shang Lin's amazing speed and thinking speed for him.

For the situation on the field, in a very short time, in the mind immediately calculate the approximate offensive and defensive routes, and immediately be able to take action, this is the most basic thing that an excellent organizer should have, and Ouyang Shangzhi has the unique innate superiority of others in this aspect.

Shang Lin was very surprised that he could reach a considerable level of proficiency in controlling basketball in half a year, which meant that Ouyang Shangzhi, a 15-year-old boy, had a very rapid mental development.

Because the hand is the most critical means of expression of a person's mind!

Coupled with his amazing speed, this is definitely a player who makes people feel terrible, imagine, lightning speed, skillful ball sense, and amazing judgment and organization, when he stands on this court that is only about 20 meters long, you will have a sense of weakness that cannot stop him at all!

I didn't think that here, such a genius could really be born!

Shang Lin can say that a lot of energy is now on Ouyang Shangzhi, because he understands very well that this age is the most capable period for becoming a talent, and if he doesn't do it now, it will be difficult to reach a higher level in the future.

Because of this, Shang Lin is now completely focused on the basketball team of the 12th Middle School, and he hopes to cultivate this team into a basketball team that can completely dominate the whole of China in the shortest possible time, and then return to the United States to continue to hone himself and complete his ideals.

"Whew!" Shang Lin breathed turbidity, drank a cup of coffee, covered his temples, cleared his thoughts, and then turned on the CD drive, and put the CD of the video of the team to face in the first round.

In the dark campus, the 705th floor of the faculty dormitory is still lit up, looking from a distance, like a star in the starry sky, but maybe it won't be long before the light emitted by this star will shine Beiyang No. 12 Middle School into the brightest star in China!

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The phone rang suddenly, and Yan Yufeng, who was eating the morning he made, stood up reluctantly, wiped his mouth, muttered something, walked to the telephone, picked it up and asked, "Hey!" ”

"Hey, is that you?" On the other side of the phone, there was a whispered question.

"Yes, it's me!" Yan Yufeng's heart, which was still a little dissatisfied, suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a kind of surprise.

"That's good, I was worried just now, what should I say if someone else answers the phone?" Qin Yan's soft voice swirled in his ears, making Yan Yufeng immediately feel an itchy feeling in his ears.

"No, I'm alone at home, most of the time, if you want to call in the future, don't worry!" Yan Yufeng replied immediately.

"Well, it's Sunday, and the weather is nice'''''''." Qin Yan said slowly.

"yes, yes, the weather is nice!" Yan Yufeng didn't know why Yan said this, so he had to continue.

“`````````。” The phone was silent, and after a while, Qin Yan's voice as thin as a mosquito finally came: "Since the weather is good, can we come out together?" ”

"Boom!" Yan Yufeng's heart jumped violently, as if he had been hit by something hard, and he suddenly became excited.

"Yes, yes!" Yan Yufeng said repeatedly.

"And where are we going to meet?" Qin Yan seemed to come down because Yan Yufeng agreed, and his voice was also a line higher.

"Rest quiet!" Yan Yufeng said with a mouthful.

"Well, let's just say it, my mother is here, I can't say more, I'm going to hang up!" The sound of smoke is like that of a disturbed rabbit, and it flies quickly and very lowly.

"Well, well, hang up!" Yan Yufeng suddenly felt like he was doing something that could not see the light, and his heart was filled with a very exciting feeling.

Putting down the phone, Yan Yufeng couldn't help cheering vigorously, and looked for clothes in the closet as if he was burning his eyebrows while jumping.

Yan Yufeng can guarantee that the speed of coming to Jingxinzhai this time is the fastest in the past, and when he turned back and forth at the door for the eighty-eighth turn, he finally saw Qin Yan.

When Qin Yan, who was dressed in a tight denim suit, walked in front of him and smiled, Yan Yufeng finally sensed from that smile that this was not Qin Yan, but Qin Lan.

"You ''''' how you '''''''." Yan Yufeng was speechless for a while.

Qin Yan smiled, revealing two small dimples, looked sideways at Yan Yufeng and said, "Can't you wear it like this?" ”

"No, no, it's just that I thought your sister was here!" Yan Yufeng touched his head embarrassedly.

"I don't know why, I don't want to wear the original clothes, so I stole the denim suit my sister just bought, hehe!" Qin Yan laughed cutely, while Yan Yufeng looked at her blankly, even he didn't know what he was thinking now.

"Where do you want to go?" Qin Yan asked.

"Where do you want to go?" Yan Yufeng couldn't help but be stupid again after passing it, and asked distressedly.

Qin Yan pursed his mouth, his hand naturally wiped his shoulder-length hair, and a cunning suddenly flashed in his eyes, and said, "I'll take you somewhere!" ”

"Where?" Yan Yufeng asked.

"You'll know when you go!" Qin Yan turned his head and looked at Yan Yufeng with a light smile.

Looking at the back that resembled Qin Lan, Yan Yufeng was suddenly confused between reality and illusion!

At this time, Qin Yan's dress, tone of voice, and eye expression were not at all the Qin Yan he knew before, but this did not make Yan Yufeng feel unfamiliar, but instead stimulated a deeper throbbing in his heart.

In confusion, Yan Yufeng shouted lightly and strode to catch up.

Qin Yan, who was walking in front, was not as generous and lively as she was showing now, but in her heart, she was so nervous, this was the first time she tried to change herself, but Qin Yan herself didn't know what would happen if she did this.

I want to change myself, I don't want to be the weak Qin Yan anymore.

Qin Yan thought firmly in his heart, when he closed the door from that rainy night, Qin Yan found that he was about to be changed.

Leaning against the door, Yan was breathing rapidly, she really wanted to reflexively open the door, and then go to see him, the stiff man holding the umbrella, he looked very stupid, even if it was just a glance, Qin Yan was willing!

Hesitating, time is draining, when she made up her mind, there was no longer him outside the door, leaving the surging rain curtain, disappointed she regretted, suddenly, she hated herself a little, this self who was unwilling to pursue everything.

That night, I rarely climbed into my sister's bed, and the two sisters lay side by side on the bed, quietly listening to the sound of the rain outside beating on the eaves.

Snuggled in her sister's arms, listening to her sister talk about her unhappiness, Qin Yan was very curious why her sister suddenly said so much tonight, but she felt that it was like why she suddenly came to her sister's bed, it was all gratuitous and I didn't know the reason.

My sister said that she liked a boy, but she was unhappy because of the first meeting between them, which caused the boy to be very hostile to her, and there was no trace of good feelings.

My sister said that she regretted it, but she didn't give up because of this, but continued to work hard, even if she was ruthlessly rejected after expressing it to the boy, she didn't give up, and still worked hard.

Qin Yan admires her sister very much, just like she envies why her sister is so cheerful and why she has learned so many things, and she can only play the piano to envy.

Sometimes, Qin Yan sat there quietly, watching her sister playing happily there, and the loud laughter under the blue sky made her feel so envious.

Suddenly, my sister hugged herself and asked her in her ear if she had anyone she liked now, she was obviously frightened, shook her head and said no, and then her sister said to her in a very cautious tone: "If you like it, then you have to take the initiative, if you don't take the initiative, you won't know if he likes you too." Do you understand? Smoke! ”

In that dark night, I could still see the affirmation of my sister's shining eyes, and when I asked rhetorically: What if I knew that he didn't like you? When my sister smiled indifferently, there was a feeling of heartache, and my sister said: I understand, my heart will be at peace, this is better than not knowing anything and guessing.

I nodded as if I didn't understand, and then I was vigorously held in my sister's arms, and I could faintly hear my sister's slightly choked voice, and my heart suddenly understood that what my sister said was true.

Who is that boy, and why can't he even look down on someone as good as his sister?

Qin Yan was in his sister's arms, gradually in a trance, slowly, all, his mind was full of his figure, the hesitation in front of the door just now flashed in front of his eyes again, maybe, what my sister said was right, if you don't take the initiative, how will you know if he likes you?

That night, in the sound of rain that never stopped, Smoke made up his mind.

She had never fought for anything, and decided to change something for the sake of one person.

Qin Yan firmly remembered her sister's words, but forgot her sister's choking at the moment, what is hidden behind the touching and beautiful feeling of love?

Qin Yan didn't know, but would she know eventually?

The sound of the ticking rain seems to tell something!

"Is this it?" Yan Yufeng crossed his waist and stood in front of a door with the words Qin Yuan engraved on the top of the door, and asked curiously.

"Well, come in! Now there is no one here! Qin Yan raised the key in his hand, and suddenly smiled: "I have the key!" ”

Looking at this large empty room, there are no decorations or furniture here, the only thing that exists is the sixteen guqins neatly placed in the middle.

"This is ''''''''''''." Yan Yufeng pointed to the guqin, looked at Qin Yan who was standing at the door and asked suspiciously.

"Where I learned the piano!" Qin Yan walked in the piano column with a brisk pace, flicking each guqin all the way, making a low and pleasant sound.

"This is my seat!" Qin Yan stood in front of a guqin, looking at Yan Yufeng, who was still hanging in front of the door, and said with a little pride.

Yan Yufeng didn't speak, just quietly looked at Qin Yan who was standing by the piano, her expression was so focused at this time, her face was rippling with a joy that could be felt and came from the heart, and in her eyes, there was a proud temperament flickering.

"Let me play a song for you, do you want to hear it?" Qin Yan asked with a hint of playfulness on his head.

"Yes! Willing! Yan Yufeng nodded, found a place and sat down.

Qin Yan sat down sideways in an elegant posture, put his hands on the guqin, and looked down at the ancient Qin slightly.

Suddenly, the whole room was quiet, the sunlight came out from the window on the sunny side, and a ray of pale golden sunlight shone on Qin Yan's body, in the sunlight, Yan Yufeng seemed to see the colorful light curtain that bloomed clearly, in that light curtain, Qin Yan's beautiful face became more and more daring to look at it!

Yan Yufeng's breathing almost stopped, looking at her blankly, suddenly, Yue sounded, like the birdsong outside the window, low and crisp, light as flowing water, suddenly, but like thunder, the wind was blowing, the rain was blowing, people couldn't breathe, slowly, straight in an instant, the wind opened and the clouds dispersed, the spring sun shone brightly, the intoxicating birdsong accompanied by the breeze blowing on the face, as if there was still the wet rain smell.

"Does it sound good?" Qin Yan put away his hands, and under the sunlight, he had to squint his eyes slightly, looked at Yan Yufeng, who was sitting there, and asked.

Yan Yufeng looked out the window with a side face, the beautiful scenery of the brilliant sunshine and the emerald green scenery as one, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and sniffed the air vigorously, hoping to smell the rain.

"Why don't you speak?" I don't know when, Qin Yan had already walked in front of Yan Yufeng, looking at him with his head slightly down.

"Sounds good!" Yan Yufeng retracted his gaze, looked up at Qin Yan, who was looking at him worriedly, and replied softly.

A sunny smile bloomed on Qin Yan's face, smiling as innocently as a little girl.

"Do you still want to hear it?"

"Yes!" Yan Yufeng nodded heavily.

"Look at your beauty, how many songs do you want to hear!" Qin Yanxi asked diligently, then turned around and trotted back to the piano seat, then looked at Yan Yufeng deeply and played.

"Only you like it, I'm willing to listen to 10,000 songs!" Yan Yufeng said softly, looking at Qin Yan, the moving sound of the piano sounded in his ears again, and his heart was suddenly lost, looking at Qin Yan stupidly, there was nothing else.

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Su Zhicheng stared at the TV with a gloomy face, and one after another shots appeared in his eyes, deeply engraved into the deepest part of his heart, and even made him feel a coldness.

Everything is too far from his imagination, when he finished watching this video about the twelfth middle school, Su Zhicheng had to admit that this team had every chance to eliminate Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, although tactically, Su Zhicheng scoffed, but in terms of personal skills, it made his heart cool down a little.

No. 15, No. 5, No. 4, the strength is very good, especially the No. 15, from the perspective of technical movements, it is completely the kind of scoring machine type, and the shooting posture even Su Zhicheng feels very comfortable, for his shooting rate, Su Zhicheng can only be said to be very surprised, 43% of the shooting rate, this is not a joke.

However, according to the call back from Mr. Hu Xin, who went to collect information, this team has a more powerful character, nicknamed Kobe Bryant, wearing the No. 8 jersey, this person is the key figure in the elimination of the ninth middle school in the twelfth middle school, but because the video data is difficult to get done, the Jiangsu side does not know how to do it, and these things are blocked quite strictly. Therefore, it is completely impossible to get a concrete understanding of this number 8.

Su Zhicheng watched the video again, and the No. 8 who didn't care about it just now made him wonder, is this person who didn't score much a point the key person who defeated Nanjing No. 9 Middle School?

I don't understand!

"Maybe this is just a player who suddenly broke out, then it can only be said that Nanjing No. 9 Middle School is really unlucky!" Su Zhicheng said to himself, and then focused on No. 15 and other players who felt threatened in his mind.

Wait a few days, I hope Hu Xin gets the first-hand information of this team and then looks at this No. 8.

There are still a lot of things to do, after watching the video, Su Zhicheng suddenly felt that he still had a lot to do, wait, I have to have a meeting quickly, so that the players can get familiar with this team as soon as possible.

I can't be a manager who gets knocked out in the first round!

Su Zhicheng thought fiercely in his heart.

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"Let's take a closer look at this No. 7, look at this positional offensive and defensive battle, Changsha Mingde Middle School has been covering for him from beginning to end, the ball has reached his hands no less than four times, everyone looks at this fast attack, and after the 2 players have been dismantled in advance, the ball will be given to No. 7, see here, you should be able to see that this No. 7 is the core of Mingde Middle School." Shang Lin used the gesture stick on the freeze-frame screen, and pointed heavily on the No. 7 player.

"It feels pretty good!" Night Wind spoke.

This sentence immediately made the whole team laugh in a low voice.

This is still the training hall of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, everyone sits on the ground, sitting neatly in three rows, and the head coach Shang Lin stands in front of them, next to a large-screen TV.

"This is a very distinctive team, their strength is in the battle, they have at least seven sets of offensive tactics, each of which can easily tear apart the opponent's positional defense, and their core No. 7 player, obviously, is a very good player, as a small forward, good at scoring in the middle line, and in the running position, there is a certain ability." Shang Lin spoke again.

Xiang Jie and Han Dazhu laughed, Gao Yuan glanced at them, patted their heads with his hand, glared and shouted: "Don't look contemptuous, get serious!" ”

Xiang Jie pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, but he still straightened his expression, Shang Lin saw this scene in his eyes, and nodded secretly, a few days ago, Wang Xuechao was still asking himself, the position of captain is still vacant, and someone must be selected as soon as possible, because this has a lot to do with stabilizing the morale of the army.

Shang Lin naturally understands that the position of captain is very important, in principle, the strongest in the team is the most qualified to be the captain, but Shang Lin does not think so, the captain, does not have to have superb ball skills, the most important thing is to see the whole team, whether to obey him, this is very important, a team, must have an order, the whole army to do their best. In this way, the prestige of the former captain Gao Yuan in the team is undoubtedly the highest, whether it is Yan Yufeng, who is the No.1 in technology, or Ye Changfeng who is a little arrogant, Wang Zhiquan who is grumpy, and Long Guang, who is full of ruffians, it can be seen from the eyes of these players that in their hearts, the prestige of the captain of Gao Yuan still exists invisibly.

Shang Lin's thoughts quickly turned back, he sighed, and said: "For this team, I have made a private comparison, that is, even if I haven't arrived yet, you have the ability to defeat it." ”

"That's nature!" The night breeze muttered again.

"Then again, since I've been here for a month, I'm going to give you an assignment now, and I hope you can complete it successfully." Shang Lin glanced at the whole team, and then said: "The game is based on a three-game elimination system, the first game, we are the home team, and everyone should understand the benefits of the home field." Speaking of this, Shang Lin glanced at the whole team again.

At this time, the whole team was successfully aroused by the coach's two eye sweeps, after a year of training, everyone agreed that each other is the best, in the upcoming first [***] game, everyone is holding their breath, hard work for more than a month, everyone is pressing a fire.

"Thirty points, you have to win at home to Mingde thirty points!" Shang Lin pointed at the whole team with a gesture stick, dotted them one by one, and said word by word.

The whole audience was stunned, thirty points? You heard that right!

"I know very well how Beiyang No. 12 Middle School has come to this point step by step, you have shed your sweat and blood and tears in every game, and to this day, there is no doubt that you are already a very terrible team, but what does the outside world think of you?

Dark horse? The big dark horse?

What does the word dark horse represent, everyone should know very well that a weak team miraculously broke the upset, this is the meaning of dark horse, so, is this the case?

Maybe it was, but I can tell you loud and loud that it is not now! Shang Lin shouted passionately.

"Now, it's time for you to show all your strength, and use the advantage of the home field to destroy all the self-confidence of Mingde, can you do it?" Shang Lin asked loudly.

"It can be done!" The whole team roared in unison.

"Use your claws as sharp as a leopard and tiger, and your lightning speed, and do your best to win your first game in the national competition!" Shang Lin shouted.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the name of the tactical style I've been teaching you for more than a month, I call it - Hurricane!" After saying this, Shang Lin threw the gesture stick in his hand on the ground and walked out, when all the team members looked at his back, he stopped his pace, suddenly raised his arms, and turned his back to everyone: "I hope this hurricane can sweep the whole of China." ”

"Gah!" The door to the arena was pushed open, and it was immediately closed, and the arena fell silent again.

Yan Yufeng turned his head, but saw that Ye Changfeng was looking at him, and from his eyes, he saw a fire, a raging fire.

"It's time to train!" Gao Yuan stood up, picked up a ball and walked to the court, behind him, Xiang Jie, Zhai Yong, Dazhu '''''''''''', each of them stood up silently and devoted themselves to training.

"Hurricane!" Yan Yufeng looked up to the sky and roared loudly.

Hurricane! This word, which represents madness and madness, powerful and unstoppable, and indestructible, will become a lifelong word in Beiyang Twelfth Middle School, and it will make every team facing it feel trembling and fear.

Like a hurricane, we destroy everything that stands in our way until we want to go.

I'm convinced!

Yan Yufeng looked up at the ceiling and thought with an oath in his heart.

hurricane

Great Qin Bingbing

2004-11-14

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