Yan Yufeng, who got on the bus, found a vacant seat at the end, took off his backpack and sat down, and took out a notebook from his bag. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info turned a few pages, Yan Yufeng found today's itinerary, his fingers were drawn from above, his brows were furrowed, and he said to himself: "Hey, I'm going to play the league tomorrow?" ”

Putting down the notebook, Yan Yufeng's mood fluctuated, in the past half a month, his life has entered a new rhythm, compared to before the second team, it seems more fulfilling and busy.

I started my morning run at 6 o'clock in the morning, and then met with the second team in the north of the school to train Butler and others, and I also started the warm-up exercise for the day. Then it was to go to and from class, follow the school team for daily training in the afternoon, and go to Wei Ning to practice together in the evening. I also go to the rehabilitation center for rehabilitation treatment on weekends. I have a full schedule every day, so much so that I have to record my daily schedule in a notebook.

Before you know it, it's time for the Coloniza team to start playing in the league. Yan Yufeng looked out the car window and looked at the busy streets, and an indescribable feeling floated in his heart.

Once upon a time, I was extremely eager to look forward to the coming of the league, so that I could happily fight with all the good players, but I didn't expect that fate played a joke on me, and I could only fall into the second team and watch from the wall.

Thinking of the current antagonistic atmosphere in the team, the clearly visible crack between the main force and the substitute made Yan Yufeng feel speechless, such a team is by no means the atmosphere he likes, and even he has begun to hate staying in such a team. In addition, it has been half a month since the second team was downgraded, and the people in the team themselves who have no friendship are even more cold-eyed now. In the past, coach Colva would talk to him a few more words, but now maybe because the league is approaching, all that remains is nodding.

Between the players, it is even more like a stranger, Tennison and the others have not dealt with him, and now Beasley has no intention of contacting more, if it weren't for the mentality of Marrod who is still an old god, every time he sees himself, he is still full of enthusiasm, Yan Yufeng feels that he can't stay in this team at all.

Last week, the team pulled out and played a warm-up game with several neighboring high school teams, and he didn't notify him to go, and Yan Yufeng would never take the initiative to go in his heart.

In the warm-up game, everyone won three games, a few families were happy, and a few families were sad, so they didn't care about Yan Yufeng, an Asian who was both an international student and a second team. Now that the team has been debugged and the run-in is smooth, although there are these and those problems, but the league is open, naturally no one wants to jump out and feel uncomfortable.

In the face of all this, Yan Yufeng knew that he had to continue to be silent and be a marginal person quietly.

For this, anyone who is replaced is dissatisfied in their hearts, let alone Yan Yufeng, a person who is smooth sailing and proud like a mountain. It's just that this is a foreign country after all, and the only thing I can do is to bury my head in practice and recuperate.

Fortunately, knowing Wei Ning and being an assistant coach in the second team made Yan Yufeng feel a little gloomy and have a place to relax. Gradually, Yan Yufeng also began to be able to treat it calmly and devote himself to the rhythm of his life.

It's just that when he suddenly saw the schedule memo on the notebook today, the line of words: the league opens, Yan Yufeng still felt a trance and depression.

As the last day before the start of the game, the team will naturally have a summary meeting, and Yan Yufeng cannot be absent. Thinking of this, Yan Yufeng sighed, closed the notebook, and stuffed it back into his backpack.

The bus stopped at one stop, opened at one stop, and people went up and down, Yan Yufeng saw all this, and suddenly had a slight understanding in his heart. Sometimes, people's journeys are like this, and the person who determines his own beginning and end is ultimately himself.

Since I came to New York, since I just want to pursue a higher challenge, then why care about all kinds of things along the way, the river of fate is like this bus, no matter how many people come up and how many people go down, they all follow the established route, stop and set off.

Yan Yufeng saw a passer-by who didn't catch the bus, he chased the car for a while, and finally gave up, returned to the platform, and waited for the next bus to arrive.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, isn't that what he is? If you don't catch the bus of this league, isn't it just waiting for the next league?

Thinking of this, Yan Yufeng finally put aside the last trace of melancholy in his heart.

He regained his usual composure, took a textbook from his backpack, seized the gap in the moment, and began to review his homework.

And when Yan Yufeng was rushing to school on a bus, in the Cruz campus, in a small two-story building specially set up for the teachers of the school basketball team, Colva and Herzberg were discussing the final lineup of the team.

Their normal discussion gradually escalated into a quarrel, and the reason was that on the question of whether Yan Yufeng needed to be brought, Herzberg was obviously very obsessed with thinking that ten people were enough, but Colva still insisted that Yan Yufeng needed to be brought.

"It's a stupid suggestion to put the name to death now, if someone gets injured in the league, we can at least apply for the possibility of submitting new players through the defect treaty. But if the list of eleven is submitted now, how do you make us face the possible troubles? Herzberg was adamant, citing reasons for his refusal.

Colva's tone was still flat, but his words were still very insistent: "The rules of the missing treaty are that if a team plays on a ten-man squad, they can apply for a change or addition to the twelve-man roster in the middle of the league break, which is Christmas. I am naturally very aware of the importance of this, but I think that as a high school basketball coach, what we value should be a long-term plan, Yan's ability is absolutely suitable for this level of the league, even if he can't play for the time being due to injury, I hope that I can play through the game to let him enter the role in advance, and lay a good foundation for the possible playoffs next year, so that he can quickly integrate into the game and the team. ”

"Man, I know what you're thinking, but I also want you to understand where we're in, this is our first year in high school basketball, and grades are very important to us. Besides, if we don't play well now, we can't make it to the playoffs, so what future do we talk about? I don't want to have things in the league that we can't solve, and the changes to the team at Christmas are obviously not to be missed. As an intelligence analyst, you should know that most teams are reported to the state high school basketball board with a ten-man squad, and it is so stupid for you to let us lose such an opportunity now because of a person who can't play, and I absolutely disagree with your proposal. Herzberg was bitter, and in the face of an old man he had known for decades, he knew Colva's character very well.

Sure enough, Colva continued to insist on his opinion, he took a cigar from the humidor, handed it to Herzberg, and said slowly: "Do you know, how many teams use this defective rule every Christmas?" New York State's high school regular season is fast-paced, short-lived, and can't have more injuries than colleges, and many teams have even been playing with a seven-man rotation, let alone a high school state league? ”

"Old man, you know my way of doing things, precautions are my guidelines, and I don't want to see a decision that I regret." Herzberg shook his head, still not backing down.

Corva sighed, still trying to find a possibility to agree with each other, so he said, "What if we remove one person from the current list of ten people? ”

Herzberg's face changed, he thought for a while, and said suspiciously, "Do you have a candidate?" ”

Corva replied quietly: "I have a candidate, what about you?" ”

Herzberg's expression became serious, and he said, "If it really has to be like this, why don't you and I write it together?" ”

The two of them glanced at each other, and at the same time found a piece of 4 pieces of paper on the desk, and then quickly wrote a person's name with a pen.

"Vacho Marrod."

The two read each other's names softly on each other's papers.

"It can only be him." Herzberg's face was not too good.

Corva looked very indifferent, he said: "Whether from the point of view of tactics and individual skills, Whaccio has a very important role for the team as his third choice, playing time is dispensable, and in terms of personal fighting spirit, from my observation, it is also a mentality of eating and waiting for death." ”

Herzberg had recovered, and he nodded in agreement, "If you insist on bringing a face, then so be it." ”

Corva smiled, it seemed that he could reach an agreement with the old fellow without hurting the peace, which made him relax suddenly, and his smile made Herzberg feel slightly unhappy, so he said: "To be honest, you insisted on supporting this little guy because of business factors. ”

Corva didn't answer directly, but asked as if fighting back: "Then are you because of business factors that you will treat Yan differently?" ”

Herzberg smiled, he diverted the topic, and said, "Are you ready for tomorrow's opening ceremony?" We're going to do it, old man! ”

Naturally, Corva would not chase after him, and he said: "It's just the regular season, old man, are you scared?" ”

Herzberg jumped up immediately, he grunted, waved his arms, and shouted, "Are you kidding?" I'm just cautious, cautious, understand? ”

Corva doesn't want to tease this old guy anymore, from his opinion, because the league is approaching recently, Herzberg obviously shows a feeling of excessive pressure, in fact, both of them probably have a certain understanding of the opponents in the first stage of the league, that is, the regular season, according to their own strength, they both think that there is not too much pressure, and they will enter the second stage of the elimination playoffs.

So he said: "Our opponent is in the playoffs, and you never know how many kids will suddenly pop up in the new year and become hot and hot talents." ”

In this regard, although Herzberg sneered, but after a while, he still sighed: "This day is like a leek in the vegetable field, cut once, and immediately grow another piece, I really don't want to touch a hot little radish, plant a heel." ”

"In fact, it has been a long time since there have been talented rookies in New York State, but there are still many who can run rampant in high school, and we must be cautious." Herzberg added that it seems that he has a lot to look forward to this tournament.

Corva nodded, he patted the old fellow on the shoulder comfortingly, and said: "There is still a meeting of the players in the afternoon, I will go to find Wacho first, I think it is necessary to communicate with him before the meeting." ”

"You have an idea." Herzberg didn't object, but lay back in his leather chair, picked up the cigar that Corva had handed him earlier, and prepared to smoke it.

Corva also left in a hurry, and this afternoon, he was destined to be very busy. To be continued.