King of the North Sun (6)

"Dad, why do people on TV rush forward when they see so many machine guns firing and so many shells exploding around them? Aren't they afraid of death? ”

"Silly boy! Yufeng, this is the charge, and the charge has been sounded! ”

"Oh, but what does that mean?"

"What does it represent? This means that the battle has begun, and there is no way back! ”

"Only forward?"

"Yes, even if there is a rain of bullets in front of you, you have to rush forward bravely!"

"What happens when you rush over?"

"Victory!"

"Victory?"

"Yes! Victory belongs only to the brave! Rain Peak! Remember! Victory always belongs only to the brave! ”

"Got it, Dad!"

Dad, you can't see my game, but I want you to understand that you're right!

When there was only one minute and thirty-four seconds left in the first quarter, the offense of the second middle school began to make all the players in the twelfth middle school feel suffocated!

When No. 2 Middle School stepped onto the pitch after the first timeout, everyone, including the more than 9,000 spectators in the stadium, felt their madness!

You can barely catch the ball, because there is always someone behind you who is tirelessly and frantically sticking behind you, as if he has merged with you and him into a conjoined body!

Terrible and crazy defense!

Yan Yufeng gasped for breath, telling himself to persevere, in the face of the crazy counterattack of the second middle school, his strength was flowing without reservation little by little.

Rapid loss!

Don't expend too much physical strength in defense, tell yourself, but when you see the opponent's desperate madness and too much momentum, you can't help but work hard.

It was the madness of the other party that aroused his own rebellion!

Sweat is like an injection, panting like a cow!

These eight words can be placed on Yan Yufeng, Yan Yufeng glanced at the rest seat, but immediately turned back to look at the approaching Tang Chaohui.

Wang Xuechao sighed, and felt a wet feeling in his palms because he was pulling too tightly.

Yan Yufeng! Hold on for one more minute!

I looked up at the scoreboard.

18 to 12.

In three minutes, the team relied on Yan Yufeng's breakthrough to give Zhai Yong a pass, allowing Zhai Yong to shoot a three-pointer, and then Zhai Yong was completely looked at by Su Wei and didn't even take the ball once!

It's 6 points again!

Wang Xuechao stomped his foot, he knew that what the players needed now was not tactical arrangements, but rest, even if they could take a big breath of air freely!

This is the game, the real game!

A race where even breathing becomes luxurious!

Hang on! Twelve!

"Yay''!"

Tang Chaohui relied on Mo Feng's pull out to block and shoot a two-point shot at the right arc.

20 to 12.

Yan Yufeng breathed weakly, and was choked by the rapid panting in his chest, and his throat was itching!

"Ahem''''''!"

Yan Yufeng coughed loudly, covered his chest and bent down.

"What's wrong!" Xiang Jie saw it immediately and ran over!

"It's okay'''''''''' you ''''''''' first!" Yan Yufeng couldn't speak.

Xiang Jie looked at Yan Yufeng's coughing and slightly blue face, and immediately reached out to the coach on the sidelines.

Wang Xuechao felt a little second when Yan Yufeng squatted down, and when he saw Xiang Jie running up, he immediately raised his hand and immediately signaled.

"Toot''''

After deliberately throwing the ball out of bounds in the twelve, the referee signalled for a substitution.

"What's wrong with No. 8 Yan Yufeng? I was replaced by the coach! Golden Mouth exclaimed.

"I don't know, I should let him rest, the game just now was too intense!"

"Yes! How can one person do the work of five people? Tiekou sighed and looked at Yan Yufeng, who was holding his chest.

"Fuel '''''''!" Yan Yufeng gasped and said something to Long Guang, who had changed himself to play, and then sat on the chair.

"Nothing!" The plateau immediately approached!

"Ahem''''''''''''''''''!" What answered him was Yan Yufeng's rapid and fierce cough.

"No '''''', nothing" Yan Yufeng's face turned red, covered his mouth, said to Gao Yuan with difficulty, and smiled reluctantly.

Gao Gao looked at Yan Yufeng's somewhat gray face in a daze, and his mouth opened a few times, but he didn't say it!

"Yufeng, it's okay!" After Wang Xuechao and Long Guangmian exchanged a few words, he turned his head and immediately asked.

Yan Yufeng smiled hard and said, "It's choking, hehe, it's okay!" Ahem''''''''''''! As he spoke, he couldn't help coughing loudly.

"Stop talking, drink more water!" Wang Xuechao immediately shouted.

Qin Lan brought the water over in a little panic!

"Thank you!" Yan Yufeng came over the water and said.

"Drink slowly, stop talking, be careful to choke again!" Qin Lan tried her best to calm her tone, but she still felt the trembling of her voice.

"Alas''''''''!" There was another sigh in the audience, and Yan Yufeng immediately raised up, just in time to see Mo Feng and Tang Chaohui high-five each other in congratulations.

"! The inside line can't bear it at all! Li Feng next to him shouted.

"Don't shout, we insisted on not pulling down 12 points in the first quarter! Now the first quarter is almost over! Gao Yuan frowned, and said to Li Feng with comfort and a bit of a lesson.

"Well''''''''' alas!" Li Feng glared at Gao Yuan, sighed, turned his head and didn't speak.

There was silence on the rest seat of the twelfth middle school, and the second middle school of the king was too powerful.

"Didn't get in again!" One shouted.

Yan Yufeng raised his head again, only to see Su Weizheng rushing over at high speed, followed by Tang Chaohui and Tong Shan.

After a few passes, the ball went to Tang Chaohui in the center.

"Whew!"

I only heard Tang Chaohui shout, shook past the block of Wang Zhiquan who had just run back, made a three-step layup with one hand, jumped up easily and reasonably, and dunked it in with one hand.

"!"

Li Feng shouted again.

At the same time, Wang Xuechao and Shi Guang beside him shook their hands helplessly and turned around depressedly.

12 points away!

"Toot '''''''!"

The referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the first quarter.

Seeing everyone sweating profusely and walking towards the rest seat, Yan Yufeng stood up, applauded vigorously, and shouted, "It's okay, good job!" ”

patted Zhai Yong, who was walking last, on the shoulder, Yan Yufeng turned around, returned to his seat, looked at the plateau with a complicated expression, and smiled.

Gao Yuan fell, and from Yan Yufeng's smile just now, he still felt his confidence.

Yan Yufeng, you really haven't given up yet.

Wang Xuechao was quickly arranging the tactics at the beginning of the next section, everyone listened carefully, and from time to time a player would put forward his own opinions, and Wang Xuechao would explain in detail immediately.

The timeout was over quickly, and with the referee's whistle, the five tigers of the twelve stepped onto the court again with a sweaty body covered in sweat and a little rest.

"Do you know about racing?" Yan Yufeng said suddenly.

Zhai Yong and the others next to him immediately fell, with a puzzled expression on their faces, and said, "I know a little bit." ”

"In motor racing, the most psychological pressure is often the first place, and the most favored is often the second place in the immediate aftermath!" Yan Yufeng said.

"Why? It is definitely understandable that the first place is under pressure, but the second place is the most favored? Xiang Jie couldn't help but ask.

"I don't understand either, I just know that often the winner in the end is the second place, and the first place at the beginning may not even be able to enter the top three!" Yan Yufeng replied lightly.

"Oh, that's a strange thing!" Zhai Yong lowered his head and pondered.

"I don't know why this is happening, it's just what I heard my dad say, but there must be a truth in it!" Yan Yufeng smiled.

"Then why are you saying this now?" Cao Tao said incomprehensibly.

"I mean, bite the second middle school, pull the score closer, give the second middle school a strong sense of urgency, just stick to it, and hope to see the second middle school break down psychologically!" A cold glint flashed in Yan Yufeng's eyes.

"That's right! We bite and make them nervous! Xiang Jie understood and shouted.

"Well, that's it!"

"But how can we catch up? Twelve points! Wang Zhiquan looked at the scoreboard and said worriedly.

"Let's play hard, according to the coach's tactical arrangement, I think we will close the score little by little!" Yan Yufeng clenched his fists and said confidently.

"Yes! It's not in vain to go to the champion and runner-up! Everyone burst out laughing and shouted in unison.

"The game is on, let's cheer up!" Yan Yufeng glanced at the second middle school that had already served and attacked, and said.

"The second quarter will be even more brutal, everyone must resist it, and the offense will be handed over to me and Xiang Jie!" Yan Yufeng said with a firm expression, his eyes glanced at Xiang Jie, and Xiang Jie also smiled confidently.

After a series of hard games, Xiang Jie has become more and more mature and confident.

In front of the uneven strength of the 12th middle school defensive lineup, every attack of the 2nd middle school with outstanding talents in all positions caused a burst of exclamations from the audience supporting the 12th middle school.

And Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie were a little embarrassed in the first quarter, but now they have begun to slowly adapt to the strong momentum of the second middle school, and the tacit understanding between the two of them hit the wall, and the running and cutting cooperation has also repeatedly succeeded in front of the strict defensive position of the second middle school.

Long Dahai urgently replaced Xiao Qianfeng Tong Shan, and replaced Wang Xing, who was slightly higher than the first line, but better defended than Tong Shan, intending to consolidate the inside line and strengthen the defense.

And Wang Xuechao also reacted immediately, replacing the already tired Wang Zhiquan with Li Feng, who is also good at defense, intending to ensure that the score will not be further expanded while scoring points.

Thus, the two sides began a difficult positional offensive battle.

"In the second quarter, the game tended to be flat, after appreciating the strong attack power of the second middle school, the twelfth middle school began to change the formation, using the most physically demanding marking tactics to curb the attack of the second middle school, and the newcomer Wang slowly adapted to the game, with the help of Xiang Jie, who entered the state, continued to impact the basket, with flexible running positions and good backward jump shots to raise a counterattack posture." Tiekou Road.

"Well, let me take a look at Yan Yufeng's current technical statistics. Oh, and I've got 10 points, 4 rebounds, 2 assists. Jinzui looked at the computer in front of the table, and said in admiration.

"Now the score is 27 points to 20, and the 12-point gap that was pulled down in the first quarter has now been narrowed to 7 points, and the 12th Zhong really began to play his dark horse color!" Tiekou smiled and said.

"No. 8 Yan Yufeng began to play, and the color of the dark horse in the twelve naturally began to shine! Hehe, Lao Tie, now let you guess the outcome of this game, what would you say? Jinzui suddenly said like his old partner.

"The result of the game? Oh, I can't make a judgment, but the victory is naturally bigger than the king of the two! Tiekou paused, and immediately replied with a sophisticated voice.

"Everything in the twelfth depends on the body of No. 8 Yan Yufeng, everything can only depend on his performance!" Tiekou added another sentence, looking at Yan Yufeng, who was holding the ball and organizing the attack on the court, and said meaningfully.

"Yes!" Jinzui nodded in agreement, and then also set his eyes on Yan Yufeng's body.

Looking at Tang Chaohui in front of him, Yan Yufeng adjusted his breathing and swam outside the three-point line with the ball.

Figures flew in front of them, a familiar face flickered in front of them, and the familiar colors flashed before their eyes, but immediately followed by the black mat, completely enveloping the yellow.

It can't be transmitted, and the defense is too tight.

Yan Yufeng thought anxiously in his heart.

I can only fight on my own!

Yan Yufeng glanced at the sweaty face in front of him that was so close, and bit his steel teeth!

The center of gravity is pressed down, the feet are paused, and the body is immediately forked, and after a big pause in the body, it suddenly shakes violently, and the right hand holding the ball slams the ball, brushes it, and the left foot steps out, the body is oblique, and there is no hesitation to rush to the inner line.

Tang Chaohui was deceived by Yan Yufeng's right shoulder, and the center of gravity of his body paused hesitantly, and after seeing Yan Yufeng's true breakthrough direction clearly, he was already half a beat slower.

"Hah!"

Tang Chaohui shouted, turned around and chased forward.

There's no time, you have to kill it!

In front of him, Mo Feng had already made up his position in time, and stood in front of Yan Yufeng with a cold face, and behind his tall body, he could vaguely see the orange basket.

Yan Yufeng stepped out with his right foot and slammed into the ground.

"Z!"

There was a screeching sound from the sneakers and the floor.

Yan Yufeng's posture of completely rushing forward magically stopped, and he completely stopped one meter in front of Mo Feng.

Mo Feng froze suddenly, but when he saw that Yan Yufeng, who had braked the car, made a mistake and rushed to the left, he couldn't help but shout and stick to it.

The ball tumbled to the ground and bounced up quickly.

A large hand was attached to it, and the basketball immediately obediently followed him to the right.

"Z!" Mo Feng, who rushed out, lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Mo Feng roared.

I was deceived by him, completely deceived!

Yan Yufeng pretended to protrude to the left, but while slapping the ball, he dribbled and turned around and went against the right side.

With a staggered step of his feet, Yan Yufeng turned around with a very crisp and large arc, and when he turned around, he had already reached the right side of the basket!

After turning around, Yan Yufeng didn't stop, and got up to hook the ball upward.

"Die!"

He had already rushed to Tang Chaohui, and finally killed Yan Yufeng's side after Yan Yufeng was stunned.

Tang Chaohui saw that Yan Yufeng had already gotten up and lowered his hand to make a layup, and the anger that had just been received suddenly erupted, regardless of whether he would foul or not, he jumped up and jumped up, and completely threw himself towards Yan Yufeng with his open hand.

I could hear Tang Chaohui's angry roar in my ears, and I felt the black shadow that was gradually approaching in my eyes, Yan Yufeng's old momentum had gone, and the new momentum could not come when Yan Yufeng shouted, and the right hand that had already held the ball and hooked it back again, and then the right hand was replaced by the left hand, and the ball suddenly appeared in another direction.

"Smack!"

This is the sound of Tang Chaohui hitting Yan Yufeng's right hand.

"Toot!"

The referee blew the whistle almost at the same time.

Yan Yufeng in the air completely lost his momentum, and just relied on the strength of the waist of his body to reluctantly pull the ball out of his left hand.

The ball slowly flew towards the basket.

"Bell!"

The ball flicked a few times on the basket and still landed.

"Yay!"

The 12th middle school player standing next to him suddenly shouted.

Penalties!

"Well done! Leader! Zhai Yong ran over, pulled up Yan Yufeng, who had fallen to the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Yes!" Yan Yufeng rubbed his aching buttocks and nodded.

"Oh my God! No. 8 Yan Yufeng burst into the basket, shook his body and deceived No. 4 Mo Feng, a dribble turned around and a low hand layup, after being viciously fouled by Tang Chaohui in the second middle school, No. 8 Yan Yufeng actually came to a very difficult lever to change hands to hook the basket! Golden Mouth stared at the slow-motion camera and quickly explained.

"It's so beautiful, No. 8 Yan Yufeng's waist and abdomen strength is really amazing!" Tiekou also sighed.

"Beautiful!" Cao Hui in the stands looked at the slow-motion camera on the big screen and muttered.

"Ai! It's so weird! Qin Zheng sat down with a disappointed face, looked at the big screen again, and shouted dissatisfied.

"How?" Madame immediately asked strangely.

"It's nothing, it's unbelievable that such an action can still be entered!" Qin Zheng spread his hands helplessly, and said with surprise in his tone.

"This No. 8 is very good! It's also very handsome! The ball is also played beautifully, what a child! What a envy! Long Jinhong looked at Yan Yufeng's expression as if he was looking at a strange and precious antique.

"How do you have such thoughts?''' Qin Zheng exclaimed.

"How could I not have it? Who sees such a child not envied? Long Jinhong looked at her husband with a surprised face a little strangely, and said a little strangely.

"Much better than him!" Qin Zheng spit out this sentence for a long time, turned his head, but saw his baby daughter looking at the big screen in a daze.

"Smoke? What's wrong? Qin Zheng was a little surprised, why is his daughter, who has always disliked basketball, so committed now?

"Smoke?" Qin Zheng saw that his daughter still didn't react, so he couldn't help but scream again.

"Ah, Daddy, did you call me?" Qin Yan woke up from his fantasy and said with a panicked voice.

"What are you thinking? So fascinating? Qin Zheng asked.

"Yan'er, what's wrong, isn't it uncomfortable?" Long Jinhong also poked his head over and asked with concern.

"Nothing, nothing!" Qin Yan replied in a panic, his face flushed.

"Yay!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

Qin Zheng immediately retracted what he wanted to ask and turned his head to look at the court.

Yan Yufeng slowly took two steps back, slowly withdrew his right hand, which was still in a shooting posture, and then turned around and ran back.

"No. 8 Yan Yufeng scored a goal very steadily and successfully scored a three-point!" Golden Mouth explained to the audience in front of the TV.

"Now the score is 23-27! The difference between the score of the 12th middle school and the defending champion 2nd middle school is already only 4 points! "Tiekou Road.

"Very beautiful, very good number 8!" Jinzui looked at Yan Yufeng, who loudly commanded his teammates to defend on the court, and said in admiration.

"Excellent! The limelight completely suppressed Tang Chaohui! Tiekou added.

Wang Xuechao kicked his foot forward gently, but the parallel Long Dahai in the distance fell backwards and took a step back, which happened to be caught by a reporter and took this very meaningful photo.

After the game, the reporter looked at the photo and pondered for a long time, recalling the experience of the game, and finally wrote such a sentence on the back of the photo: The young No. 12 Middle School stepped forward, but the second middle school of the king reluctantly retreated!

Yan Yufeng covered the sweat on his face, squinted his eyes and looked up at the east scoreboard.

23 to 27! With two minutes to go, the second quarter is coming to an end and we have to chase back the score in the first half!

Certain!

"Defend yourself!" Yan Yufeng yelled and glanced at everyone.

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison with firm expressions.

The body is close, the footsteps are calm, Yan Yufeng sticks to Tang Chaohui's body, and does not let him easily catch the ball for a moment, Su Wei passed the ball to Tang Chaohui several times, but was hesitated by the appearance of Yan Yufeng behind Tang Chaohui.

Hurried shots, no chance of frontcourt rebounds, and another successful defense in the twelve!

Long Dahai's face was indifferent, he shook his head helplessly, looked at the excitement with an excited expression, and kept shouting No. 8 who commanded his teammates, and sighed.

Number 8 is so good!

He completely took the place of the plateau and became the soul and spiritual pillar of the Twelve in the true sense!

With him, the Twelfth Middle School will not fall!

If you want to fall, you will also fall down if you stand upright!

Looking at No. 8, who was gradually approaching, a trace of fear rose in Long Dahai's heart.

The belief in firm victory is finally starting to waver a little!

With Xiang Jie's help, Yan Yufeng finally got rid of Tang Chaohui's defense and caught the ball from Zhai Yong.

Catching the ball, Yan Yufeng straightened up and stood at the outside of the three-point line in the middle like a javelin.

"Whew!"

Tang Chaohui pounced and spread his hands in front of Yan Yufeng.

"Come back to me!" Tang Chaohui looked at Yan Yufeng and shouted in a low voice.

The sweat on Yan Yufeng's face fell drop by drop, feeling the weakness of his feet, but in the face of Tang Chaohui's challenge, Yan Yufeng made up his mind!

I'm going to crush you completely!

Yan Yufeng began to shoot the ball, slowly moving back and forth between his feet.

All the players immediately understood, and trust walked out, pulling away from the defensive second middle school player.

Suddenly, between heaven and earth, only Tang Chaohui and Yan Yufeng, who was extremely determined in front of him, were left.

The shouts of the audience immediately stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on this place.

The showdown between MVP and Rookie King happened again.

Who will win this time!

This all needs Yan Yufeng to give us the answer!

"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Yan Yufeng suddenly asked.

Tang Chaohui's demeanor suddenly fell, and his mind was finally distracted by Yan Yufeng's words.

"That's right!"

Yan Yufeng snorted lightly, and the ball that was dribbling back and forth suddenly reached his right hand, and his body swayed.

Tuna?

Tang Chaohui shouted in his heart.

What about balls?

Suddenly, the basketball in his eyes was gone, and Yan Yufeng's hands were completely gone!

Where to go?

Tang Chaohui exclaimed.

"Whew!"

The audience erupted in exclamations.

When the ball goes, so do the people!

Yan Yufeng suddenly held the ball in his right hand during the rapid dribble, twisted his wrist in a low voice, and sent the basketball in his hand as fast as lightning from Tang Chaohui's step.

And he made a mistake, and in the absence of the ball, he naturally ran through Tang Chaohui easily and naturally like the wind.

Tang Chaohui instinctively turned around, and what was imprinted in his eyes was the huge No. 8 on the back of Yan Yufeng, who was running inside with the ball!

Looking at the basketball in Yan Yufeng's hand, Tang Chaohui looked at the referee on the sidelines hopelessly, but saw that the referee had no intention of punishing at all, and was looking at Yan Yufeng intently.

How did I live?

Why didn't I see it?

Could he be magical?

One question after another hit Tang Chaohui's chest, hitting a Venus in front of his eyes!

A small windmill changed hands, Yan Yufeng jumped up easily, pulled the basket heavily, and set off white waves.

"Haha, boss, how did you play it!" Zhai Yong was the first to rush over and laughed.

"What? Isn't it handsome! Yan Yufeng rubbed his right hand and said with a smile.

"Handsome is dead! You know how to play streetball, I don't know at all! Xiang Jie also pounced.

"Haha! And so much more! Yan Yufeng laughed loudly and beckoned: "Let's go, there is still a two-point gap, don't let the second middle school play fast attack and pull the score away!" ”

"How can you still be so good! God, I can't believe my eyes, this ''''''' the creativity of this number 8 is so rich! A middle-aged audience member shouted.

"Brother, this is a streetball move, of course you don't know!" A young man laughed.

"Unbelievable! All I can say now is that I was so surprised! Jinzui stared at the slow-motion replay just now, shook his head and exclaimed.

"It's so good, it's really ''''''''''' I can't explain!" Tiekou also looked dumbfounded.

"Haha! Damn, idols are idols, handsome to death! Piggy shouted.

"Hehe, I'm going to kill you, fuck the MVP, I can't kill you!" The monkey shouted viciously.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Fang Xiang was also laughing, and when he saw Sun Ming's stunned face, he patted him on the shoulder and asked with a smile.

"When will he do this, why don't I know?" Sun Ming muttered.

"Haha, this is what I taught, it's a classic passing move in streetball!" Fang Xiang laughed.

"Really? It's so handsome! Sun Ming looked at the slow-motion replay on the big screen in the east and shouted excitedly.

"Strange tricks, mess around!" Qin Zheng shouted.

"You still say that you are not excited, no matter how excited you are, if your high blood pressure is committed, I can't spare you!" Long Jinhong was startled and immediately threatened.

"Humph!" Qin Zheng stopped talking, lowered his face to watch the game, and muttered in his mouth: "Abominable No. 8!" ”

Qin Yan, who was beside him, trembled when he heard the voice, and a trace of uneasiness floated in his heart.

Dad seemed to look down on him very much.

What to do?

Qin Yan was suddenly confused.

Cao Hui laughed and patted the secretary next to him and shouted, "Interesting, interesting!" It's so much fun! ”

"Yes, boss, this No. 8 just passed the action is really strange!" The secretary immediately chimed in.

"Hey, hey!" Cao Hui didn't speak anymore, just laughed in a low voice, and the cloudy eyes on his fat face glowed with a hint of wonder.

"What a treasure! Lao Chen, you really didn't say it wrong! ”

Cao Hui thought secretly happily in his heart.

"It's okay, be careful next time!" Mo Feng patted Tang Chaohui, who was still standing in a daze, and comforted him in a low voice.

Tang Chaohui didn't speak, looking up at the big screen in the east, his face was unusually calm.

But from the almost expressionless face, you can see the facial muscles that are clenched tightly and bulging from the upper and lower teeth.

Yan Yufeng, you're dead!

You have completely provoked my anger!

Tang Chaohui's eyes were blood-red, and he suddenly turned to stare at Mo Feng, and said in a deep voice: "Pull away, I want to single him!" ”

Mo Feng took a step back, because he was frightened by Tang Chaohui's eyes.

"Messed with! Listen to the play of the coach's arrangement! ''''''''' "Mo Feng hopes that the captain can calm down.

"Who's the captain!" Tang Chaohui's hiss interrupted Mo Feng's words.

"You!" Mo Feng sighed, understanding that the captain had been completely aroused by Yan Yufeng's anger.

"Look!" Tang Chaohui said coldly, slowly stepped forward, and approached Yan Yufeng, who was already standing there, step by step.

Mo Feng shivered and hurriedly caught up.

The showdown is on, and I just hope no one gets hurt!

Mo Feng prayed.

King of the North Sun (6)

Great Qin Bingbing

2004-7-30

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