Wu Chang couldn't sleep all night, and after waking up for the third time, he decided not to waste so much time, and fumbled sideways to find the quartz watch on the bedside table, and when he looked at the time, it was already five thirty-five. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Turning on the bedside lamp, he sat up, leaned back on the head of the bed, picked up the stack of materials that had been placed on the side of the pillow, and opened it again.

Since playing last night at seven o'clock, after learning about tomorrow's opponent from the Internet, Wu Chang, who has always been experienced and calm, couldn't help but feel nervous, if it was said that before the repechage began, he did not put Beiyang 12th Middle School in his heart, but after two games, not only him, I believe that all the teams that were promoted and remained in Beijing began to pay attention to this inconspicuous team from a small place.

Hurriedly went to check the information, understand the intelligence, only then realized that this team was actually last year's fourth place in the country, once a dark horse, this year is still strong, after regaining the No. 8 Yan Yufeng, this once was looked down upon by the small team that was despised by the defeat of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, and suddenly became the strongest team in the repechage.

Especially after obtaining the first game, the video of the match between Beiyang No. 12 Middle School and Wuhan No. 1 Middle School, this sensory awareness is even stronger.

No. 8's technical level has surpassed his age and become a super-level existence, which everyone has no objection to, so when Wu Chang, who is the head coach of Xinjiang No. 70 Middle School, knows that tomorrow morning's opponent is Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, his heart is tense, and he can't help but suffer all night.

After repeated research with his colleagues, Wu Chang realized that it was difficult to have a chance of winning with the strength of the team alone.

It is true that Xinjiang No. 70 Middle School has a lot of talents in the team, and the strength of Zhao Ke, Wang Rui, Lin Yun, and Li Ye is already at the level of semi-professional players, especially Zhao Ke, as long as he is willing, he can enter the Xinjiang Tianma Youth Team the next day, and after half a year of adaptation, it is logical to directly enter the CBA-level Tianma First Team.

Even so, in the eyes of Wu Chang, the older generation of basketball veterans in Xinjiang, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School is actually no less than the level of Seventy Middle School.

No. 4 Mo Feng, the starting big forward in Beiyang, is 201CM tall, has a strong body, moves fast, is good at blocking and dismantling on the line, has a half-volley, has excellent frame protection ability, and is a team-type power forward.

Judging from the combination of the first game and the second game with few sources, Wu Chang admires this type of player very much, he has a different style from Lin Yun in the team, although Lin Yun is 5CM taller than Mo Feng, and weighs more than 30 pounds, but Lin Yun's movement can only be said to be the speed of a standard big forward, and Lin Yun's turning speed is slow, and the sense of defense is poor, and these are what Mo Feng has.

If there are two big forwards in the team, Lin Yun and Mo Feng, to rotate, then the tactical system of Seventy will be more full.

If the height will continue to grow, then the future prospects of this No. 4 are not impossible to enter a professional club.

No. 5 Liu Xiaoke, Beiyang center, height and weight belong to the top center at the high school level, and his offensive ability is average, but having such a center means that a team's positional defense is first-class. Although Xinjiang is not like the Northeast, rich in centers, but there are also great seedlings to choose from, Li Ye's comprehensive quality is stronger than No. 5, but it may not be able to be crushed, at this point, it is still a tie.

On the night of the 15th, Wu Chang searched for some video materials on the 15th through the Internet, and after watching it, he came to the conclusion that this is a top scoring guard in the high school level. The defenders have it, the No. 15 has it, and everything else is top-notch except for a slightly worse matchup. Especially the three-point ability, Wu Chang roughly counted it, and the shooting rate should be above 40%, or even higher.

This point, at the high school level, is equal to the deadliest damage in conventional weapons, Wu Chang compared No. 15 with Zhao Ke, and found that in addition to height and strength, he may have a slight advantage, and in some aspects, maybe Zhao Ke is not as good as No. 15.

Zhao Ke is good at two points, catching the ball and stopping to shoot, but in terms of three points, not all areas are available, in addition to the top arc three-point and sure, the other four conventional three-point shooting points, Zhao Ke is by no means as good as No. 15.

At this point, it was another tie.

No. 3 Ouyang Shangzhi, an extremely terrifying point guard, is so fast that it is invincible for adults, his ball control ability and organizational ability are also extremely prominent, the only shortcoming is poor shooting ability, plus the body is too weak and lacks confrontation ability. But a point guard, especially at this age in high school, such shortcomings can be completely ignored.

Wang Rui, as the team's indispensable PG, his beloved disciple, is also the team's second point of attack, Wu Chang is naturally very satisfied, and his height of 1.88 meters also gives him the possibility to move towards a career path.

Wang Rui's combination of speed and strength is excellent, at this point, Wu Chang believes that he can suppress No. 3, but what No. 3 showed in the previous place is too amazing, and Wu Chang is completely unsure of whether Wang Rui can deliver a satisfactory answer at both offensive and defensive ends.

Finally, there is the number 8.

If Wu Chang still feels quite confident when weighing other counterpoints, but as soon as he takes out the No. 8, he suddenly despairs. This feeling has not appeared in his heart for a long time.

What kind of player is this?

The first thought that flashed through Wu Chang's mind was: comprehensive.

All-round is the most rare definition of talent for a small forward, and in China, Wu Chang knows very well that at this point of SF, the whole country from professional clubs to amateur top colleges and universities lack training mechanisms and experience.

In other words, in China, this stadium position, which is difficult to cultivate with training, is completely dependent on the sky, and what kind of players are trained individually. This creates a large number of functional players in the SF position. Strictly speaking, based on Wu Chang's current assessment of the current situation of domestic basketball, PG and SF are seriously scarce.

No. 8 is extremely comprehensive, he has any court skills you can think of, from the current stage of intelligence, you can't tell where his weaknesses are, at least Wu Chang thinks, in terms of high school intensity level confrontation, it is impossible to force out No. 8's weaknesses, if any.

What frustrated Wu Chang the most was that No. 8 Yan Yufeng's physical fitness was already several big grades beyond high school, height, strength, movement speed, and reaction ability, if described as pure values, they were all S-level.

He's a perfect version of the number 15.

How can such a player appear in the high school arena, this is simply a big joke.

Who can stop the number 8?

Wu Chang couldn't find an answer in his heart, in the last two games, Beiyang's opponents used a double bag and even a three-person defense to face No. 8, but the result was that it was meaningless to just force out more hidden skills on No. 8.

The only good news is that No. 8 seems to be injured, his playing time is relatively small, and from his playing time, Wu Chang smells a strange smell.

Assuming that the playing time on the 8th is within 20 minutes, then, Wu Chang believes that there is still a glimmer of life, if this node is exceeded, it will be impossible for Xinjiang No. 70 Middle School.

After thinking about it, Wu Chang still couldn't do anything, and his worries made him sleepy, so he simply got up, put on his clothes, pushed open the door, and walked in the corridor.

This is also Wu Chang's habit, once he encounters a problem, he prefers to use walking to think about the solution, just when he walked along the corridor, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

It was the sound of slapping the ball, even if it was very ethereal, Wu Chang was immediately determined, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch in surprise, five fifty, at this point, who will get up?

Moreover, how could it be in the hotel, he suddenly thought of what Zhao Ke said yesterday, this hotel has a fitness place, and there is a basketball half-court.

Could it be there?

Wu Chang followed the sound and looked for it, and after turning a corner, he came to a floor-to-ceiling glass connection, through which he could see another building not far away.

The sound of slapping the ball sounded again, this time, it was clearer, and Wu Chang knew that he was not looking for the wrong place.

Walking in, the entire fitness club was empty, which made any sound be further amplified, Wu Chang looked, only to see a figure faintly patting a basketball on the left side.

couldn't help but lighten his pace, and Wu Chang slowly approached.

The gym was not lit up, and the sky was lit up, and the light passed through the glass, giving the room a faint light. A few more steps, Wu Chang finally saw a little more clearly.

The figure was jumping lightly with the dribble, his upper body leaning forward slightly, his hands rising and falling with the bounce of the basketball, which also jumped around him like a shadow.

The sound of basketball is one after another, there is no frequency, but it makes the listener feel no discomfort, such a rhythm makes Wu Changdu seem to be stunned, holding his breath and watching the figure and the basketball merge into one, jumping and jumping.

There is no mistake, the basketball has always been under the control of that person, it is difficult to describe the beauty in Wu Chang's heart at the moment, he is very afraid of any external sound, and destroy such a dance that only belongs to the basketball.

Suddenly, the figure moved sharply to the right side, and at the same time, he pulled the jumping basketball with his left hand, and at the moment of catching the ball, the moving figure also took half a step diagonally to the right.

Catch the ball with both hands and raise it, jump up with the undulating body, and when it comes to the highest point, throw the ball.

Wu Chang stretched his neck to look, but unfortunately it was too dark on the other side of the basket, and he suddenly heard a clear sound, and his heart suddenly flooded with inexplicable intuition.

This goal is in!

The figure kept shooting in a shooting position, holding his right hand high, and when the net sounded, he slowly lowered his arm and walked slowly to the basket.

Wu Chang couldn't help but take a few more steps forward, came to the barbed wire, and looked through the gap.

Yan Yufeng caught the ball, turned around and walked out, his afterglow suddenly faintly saw a voice, and suddenly looked back, only to see an old man-like person, standing outside the barbed wire, looking at him.

The two looked at each other, the old man was clearly startled, took a small step back, Yan Yufeng no longer paid attention, he dribbled the ball, walked to the outside, and then began to practice the Nash warm-up method.

Nash's warm-up method is a rare warm-up training, he combines running laps with shooting, requiring the process to not stop, and there is no necessary shooting percentage, the only criterion is to require the rebound to not fall on the floor.

The warm-up player must move continuously, grab rebounds, dribble, shoot, and then repeat the process.

Because this is a must-use for Nash before the game, it is also widely known as the Nash warm-up method.

Generally, this training measure is best measured at 20 minutes to half an hour, also known as a Nash half hour.

Wu Chang laughed self-deprecatingly, he didn't expect to be startled by a little child, and when the man turned to look at him, he quickly recognized this young man as the No. 8 who was about to fight today.

This surprise was so sudden that he couldn't help but take a step back.

However, No. 8 didn't seem to know who he was at all, just glanced at him, and continued his warm-up, which made Wu Chang feel a trace of appreciation in his heart.

Without distractions, this is a serious warm-up training.

And in the subsequent process, Wu Chang became more and more frightened the more he watched, between the 8th irregular dribbling, shooting, and then quickly rushing to the basket to grab the rebound, he did not stop at all after shooting, and his body had begun to move.

He is very fast, often as soon as the basketball falls, he has already come to the nearby area, grab the rebound, he will quickly dribble and go out, when his distance from the basket forms a distance, he will dribble and turn, or jump shot directly, or will make a dribble change of direction movement, and then use a pull-up jump shot to solve.

Keep repeating this process, if you watch this rhythm two or three times, you won't feel very intense, you won't feel very fast, but when you see the shot after a dozen times, you can't help but get nervous.

The beating of the heart is speeding up, as if the shooting rhythm of No. 8 has completely controlled your heartbeat, Wu Chang looked at it for a while, and already felt that his body was a little unbearable, so he couldn't bear it reluctantly, and looked away.

Yan Yufeng was already sweating profusely, and his wheezing began to be rapid, which was similar to the training of anaerobic exercise, which made him feel a little unable to hold on.

I sighed secretly in my heart, it was not twenty minutes, and I could only prove that my breathing during exercise was not at home, and I couldn't do smart and convenient ventilation.

Thinking of this, Yan Yufeng slowed down his movements, and when he didn't hit the ball for the third time, he chose to stop this warm-up. If you continue, you may get tired of your thigh muscles and cause unnecessary damage.

Standing in place, Yan Yufeng leaned down and breathed heavily.

Sweat gathered into a stream of water, dripping from the tip of his nose and chin, Yan Yufeng looked at the soaked floor, but his mind went to an inexplicably distant place.

Last night, he tossed and turned, and the figures of Su Xue and Qin Yan appeared alternately in his mind, until this moment, he finally understood that the two of them were in his heart, but what made him feel confused was that when he wanted to know who had more weight, he couldn't make a comparison at all.

This made Yan Yufeng feel ashamed and at the same time, he also felt a trace of panic. He didn't know how to face it, he remembered his promise to Qin Yan, and he remembered every word Qin Yan said to him, but when he wanted to veto Su Xue ruthlessly, Su Xue's smile suddenly appeared.

That smile that was different from Qin Yan made him feel natural.

He doesn't know what to do, it's not like the court, where wins and losses always have to be different, but this, when is the end?

Yan Yufeng didn't know, he decided to close himself off for the time being, and didn't think about anything unrelated to basketball.

So, today he got up a little earlier than usual, came to the arena, and he started to warm up for the game that started at 9:30.

The elasticity of basketball is not good, it is not up to standard, and it is relatively slippery, but this did not hinder Yan Yufeng's determination, and the warm up of almost an hour made his gloomy mood finally feel better.

Seeing that No. 8 seemed to have stopped warming up, Wu Chang couldn't help but walk into the court and walked towards him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yan Yufeng raised his head, and at this moment, the sky was already bright, and a few beams of golden light were shining through the glass and projecting on the floor.

Looking at the old man who came to him, Yan Yufeng felt strange, he straightened up and looked at Wu Chang suspiciously.

Wu Chang looked at No. 8 in a black vest at close range, feeling the amazing figure of this young man, so that he could not see the slightest fat, and the exposed places all over his body were full of muscles like knives.

Swallowing his saliva, Wu Chang opened his mouth and asked, "Are you Yan Yufeng, the No. 8 of Beiyang Twelfth Middle School?" ”

Yan Yufeng paused, and still replied truthfully: "I am, you are?" ”

Wu Chang froze, he hadn't recovered from Yan Yufeng's oppressive and powerful body vision, and he said, "I am the head coach of Xinjiang No. 70 Middle School. ”

Yan Yufeng was surprised, he thought he had heard it wrong, but he heard the old man raise his wrist, look at his watch, and say, "You heard it right, in another 3 hours, we will be opponents!" ”

Yan Yufeng looked at the very serious old man speechlessly, he didn't know how to answer, he didn't know why the old man appeared here, and then told him this.

"You're strong, the strongest high school student I've ever seen! But today, you will see what is the strongest high school in Xinjiang! After Wu Chang finished speaking, he smiled at Yan Yufeng and turned to leave.

"What?" Yan Yufeng didn't understand what the old man was talking about at all, he looked at the old man who disappeared at the door, shook his head, and began to concentrate on the next warm-up.

For him, he doesn't care who his opponent is, he just wants to know when and where to start, that's all.

On the way back, Wu Chang's old body was filled with a long-lost blood, and his pace was much brisker.

However, while he blushed with shame, he was full of joy.

The previous worries, entanglements, and torments were swept away, and Wu Chang was high-spirited at this moment, no matter whether he won or lost, in this game, he and his disciples would do their best and go all out.

Come on, the strongest high school student!