The fourth part of campus basketball

Chapter 130: Do You Know the Beginning of the Journey?

The autumn night has a wonderful feeling, it is different from the calm of the winter night, and more quiet than the noisy summer night, looking up at such a starry sky, will always make you feel the beating pulse of life.

The feeling is so clear, as if you are caressing it with your own hand, quietly counting your life.

Now, Ye Changfeng has such a feeling, after the evening self-study, he climbed to the top of the teaching building alone and looked up at the starry sky.

From his point of view, the entire Beiyang No. 12 Middle School is within the range of overlook, not far away, is the basketball hall of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, the white oval roof in the night, showing a hazy milky white.

Night Changfeng exhaled softly and stared at the arena for a long time. Before I knew it, I had been in Beiyang for a year, and on the practice court of this stadium, every floor was dripping with my own sweat.

Also, here, everywhere, is a faithful record of the laughter and laughter of the former group of teammates and themselves, and now, these seem to have been quietly avoided.

Is it dodging or just waiting?

Night Wind asked himself.

Suddenly, there was a heavy panting sound from behind, and Ye Changfeng turned around to look back, and Xiang Jie's big head showed a toothy smile at him.

"Why are you here?" The night wind was a little surprised.

Xiang Jie touched the sweat on his forehead and said, "Why is there no elevator in the house on the ninth floor?" How do you say those buddies who are taking classes on the ninth floor get by? ”

Ye Changfeng smiled and said, "Didn't you see the ** floor, are they all physical education classes?" ”

Xiang Jie finally took a breath, walked over, and said: "It's really a good way to exercise people, no wonder those sports professionals have legs as thick as telephone poles, if they are more than ten centimeters taller, where will there be a place for us to eat?" ”

Ye Changfeng shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I wish there were more people like that!" ”

Xiang Jie was silent for a moment, sat beside Ye Changfeng, like him, with his feet on the balcony and looked into the distance, and said after half a sound: "I suddenly remembered that at this time last year, Captain Plateau, with us, will set off for Nanjing tomorrow." That night, I tossed and turned in bed, not sleepy at all, my mind was full of thinking about the first game, what would happen to me, how many points would I score, whether the team would win, and what kind of basket would Yan ~ Yan Yufeng dunk? Speaking of Yan Yufeng, Xiang Jie subconsciously paused.

The night breeze looked at the twilight in the distance, and when he heard Xiang Jie's words Yan Yufeng, he raised his eyebrows, and after he finished speaking, he said: "After experiencing some things, there will be no more expectations." I don't think about it that much, as a player, it's not our forte! ”

Xiang Jie paused, glanced at Ye Changfeng strangely, and said: "Changfeng, what kind of sullen are you making, you are going to Nanjing tomorrow, it may be true that you are not nervous, but also pretend to be so calm!" ”

Ye Changfeng showed a slight sneer on his face: "The road has to go down, I won't stop, starting tomorrow, for me, it's just a new day, there is not much difference!" ”

"Yes, there is no difference, so why did you climb here? Is it to see the scenery? Hey! Xiang Jie said retorted.

Ye Changfeng shrugged his shoulders, stroked the long hair that fell to his forehead, and said, "We will qualify, definitely!" I promise! After speaking, he turned his head to look at Xiang Jie.

Xiang Jie narrowed his eyes, trying to read something from the eyes of his teammate, but there was a coldness in the eyes of the night breeze.

"Okay, I think so too, but in the past few days, I have looked at the information of the participating teams in the Jiangsu Division, and there is a big difference with last year, so be careful about everything, after this year, we only have the last year left!" Xiang Jie said solemnly.

"Humph!" Ye Changfeng suddenly grabbed the railing, stood up with both hands, looked at the campus under the autumn night, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Yan Yufeng, look at it, without you, we can also enter the national competition!" ”

"Look! Let's watch!! ”

Xiang Jie fell silent, and under the darkness of the night, Ye Changfeng's shouts gradually faded, but in his heart, there was something that he had not seen for a long time, as if he was about to move.

"Applejack, you're going to be surprised. Yes, he defeated me, and he took me to Beiyang Twelfth Middle School. He took us all the way to the national finals. Along the way, we didn't believe that this was true, however, he put a miracle in front of us. Ye Changfeng let out a long breath, suddenly straightened his body, and said, "I admire him, his strength, his determination, and his persistence." However, I definitely didn't give up.

Yes, I didn't give up, I never gave up on my faith in myself. I firmly believe that I can do it, and miracles are not unique to him.

I've never been jealous of him, never! After saying this, he looked at the stunned Xiang Jie and showed his signature smile: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock, we will see you at the main gate of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School!" ”

Watching Ye Changfeng's figure disappear at the door, Xiang Jie looked back at the campus under the darkness of the night, with a trace of memory on his face.

Yan Yufeng, do you know.

We never gave up on .......

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Mo Feng put his feet on the bed, his hands propped up on the ground, the whole person fell sideways, and with the ups and downs of his body, his mouth read: "Ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five......!" ”

"One hundred!" Mo Feng bent his feet, stood up and gasped.

Picking up the towel on the bedside, Mo Feng wiped his body casually, and naturally looked at the poster on the wall. Suddenly, there was another knock on the door outside.

"Ah Feng!" A middle-aged man's voice rang out outside the door.

"Dad, what's the matter!" Mo Feng picked up a black vest, put it on his body, and walked to the door to open the door.

A middle-aged man with a shoehorn head stood at the door, holding a cigarette in his hand, watched Mo Feng open the door, and said, "Ah Feng, the luggage has been packed for you, think about it, what else is there to bring?" ”

Mo Feng shook his head and said, "Just those few clothes, I don't have anything to bring!" Oh, by the way, the book I bought the day before yesterday, I also put it in! ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Well, I'll put it away early, but I don't object to you reading these basketball books, but you also have to bring some academic books, this time I went to Nanjing, it will take so many days to go back and forth, I hope you can allocate your time." Do not do both academics and ball industry! ”

Mo Feng put his feet together, stood up and saluted: "Yes!" ”

The middle-aged man reached out his hand, patted his son's shoulder, took a step back, and said, "Ah Feng, we'll see you on the seventh!" ”

Mo Feng's eyes showed a confident look, and he hummed heavily.

November 7th was the day of the finals of the Jiangsu Division, and Mo Feng and his father made an appointment to meet in Nanjing on that day.

Seeing his father turn around and walk away, Mo Feng stood at the door for a while before closing the door.

Behind the door, Mo Feng looked around the room, here, for seven years, since he fell in love with basketball, this is his court, here, he watched the NBA video, here, he exercised his body, in himself, he practiced basketball skills, virtual getting rid of and attacking in a defensive situation.

In this less than ten square meters of space, every inch of the floor is dripping with sweat, and now I can finally show my ambitions and step into the real competition.

Mo Feng walked to the center of the room, and the surrounding walls were covered with posters of football stars, and finally, his eyes stayed on a poster posted in the center of the wall.

The art of this poster is far inferior to other posters, but it is there that it attracts the most attention every time.

On the lower edge of the poster, there is a line of large characters - Nike Warriors Cup National High School Basketball League Jiangsu Theater. In the center of the poster is a slam dunk boy, his face is delicate but a little wild, and his shoulders and calf muscles show a visual impact of strength. The whole picture blooms with dazzling effects because of him.

"Yan Yufeng, do you know? I've been looking at this poster of yours for a year now! Mo Feng said in a low voice.

"Now, I want to set foot on the path you once walked, maybe I can't go as far as you, but I will leave my own footprints on this road." Mo Feng continued, his eyes kept staring at the young man on the poster.

Wait!

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Qin Lan was sorting out her luggage in the room, while Qin Yan was sitting on her sister's bed, watching her busy, at this time last year, she was also sitting on the bed, smiling and looking at her sister's cautious expression of a big event, looking at her mindlessly spinning around in circles thinking about what else she didn't bring.

It's just that why don't I feel like that now?

Qin Yan asked himself.

"Xiaoyan, have you seen my sling? It's the purple one! Hey, why are you in a daze again?? Qin Lan saw that her sister was silent, so she shouted.

"Huh? What the? Qin Yan looked dazed.

"Well, I'll find it myself!" Qin Lan waved her hand in distress, ran to the closet, and began to rummage through the cabinets.

Long Jinhong suddenly appeared at the door with his waist crossed, his face gloomy. Qin Lan just turned around, and as soon as she saw her mother, she immediately stuck out her little tongue and asked with a grin: "Mom, hey, why is your face so dark?" Did Dad you off again? Unfortunately, I can't help you. ”

Long Jinhong's face darkened a little, and he snorted: "You Qin family, who is not my enemy, I deserve to be unlucky, the ancients said well, women to the father, sons to the mother." I can only blame myself! ”

At this time, Qin Yan couldn't sit still, she stood up, her pretty figure became more and more beautiful, she said: "Mom, don't be angry, my sister is joking with you!" ”

Seeing that the most painful little daughter Qin Yan spoke, Long Jinhong improved her temper, took Qin Yan's hand, and sat on the bed, saying, "Don't learn from your sister, she is crazy all day long, she is not like a girl." ”

Before the words fell, Qin Lan retorted: "Why am I not like a girl? ”

Long Jinhong narrowed his eyes and said to Qin Yan: "Look, this is not a girl!" ”

Qin Yan chuckled, sometimes, watching her mother fight with her sister is also a good way to alleviate her bad mood. It's just that this mood can't be maintained for too long.

I actually know what the problem is, but it's hard to convince myself not to think about it.

That person has already left his own world, even if he comes back later, what can he do?

"Hey, Mind Wanderer, can you wander a little longer?" In Qin Yan's sight, his sister's face suddenly appeared.

"Sister, when did Mom leave?"

"I was called by my dad to wash the dishes! Hey, you shouldn't be thinking about a handsome guy! ”

"Sister, stop making trouble!"

"I didn't mess with you, you think you don't know what you're doing all day, but it's a pity that people don't take you seriously!" Qin Lan made a plane gesture and said, "Fly!" ”

Qin Yan looked calm and said, "He's going to recuperate!" ”

"Yes, it's to recuperate, but people don't seem to have left without saying hello to you, damn, what kind of relationship is this, the kitten and the dog ran away from home, and before leaving, they had to stay by their side for a long time."

Qin Yan sighed, Qin Lan was talking about the family's pet cat fat boy, and when he ran away the day before yesterday, he jumped on Qin Lan's bed and stayed overnight.

"I won't tell you, I'm going to Nanjing tomorrow, this year there is a lot of cattle in the team, the strength is not worse than last year, I think this year is still very promising!"

"Oh!" Qin Yan is very indifferent, since he left, his attitude towards basketball has returned to its original state, not salty or light.

"Well, I won't tell you! I'm going to get my clothes tidied up! Qin Lan saw that her sister was still like that, and she knew that what she had just said was in vain.

"Then I'll go back to my room!" Qin Yan took care of himself and walked out of his sister's boudoir. When he walked to the door, he glanced back at his busy sister.

Sister, I will be happy!

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The door of the room opened quietly, and through the crack, you could see the back of Sun Ming sitting on the desk and doing his homework seriously, and then the door slowly closed again.

Sun Ming glanced back at the door, sighed, and said to himself: "Every time I do this, like a thief, do I have the impression that I don't read?" ”

Turning around, what was placed on the table was a large-format physics data book, Sun Ming moved the data book away, and below it was a fantasy novel, turning the book to the page just now, Sun Ming continued to read it with relish.

After watching it for a while, the mobile phone on Sun Ming's bedside suddenly lit up, Sun Ming frowned, and looked at his watch, "It's almost a little poetry, who has nothing to do?" ”

As soon as he pressed the answer button, Songzi's voice couldn't wait to come over: "Bald, are you going to Nanjing tomorrow?" ”

"Nanjing?" Sun Ming was in a trance, "What are you doing in Nanjing?" ”

There was a pause, and suddenly a louder voice shouted, "What are you doing?" Of course, go and support Beiyang No. 12 Middle School to play the Jiangsu competition! How? Don't tell me, you've forgotten! ”

Sun Mingleng, he has been away from basketball for a long, long time, but he didn't expect that the time would be so fast, and it would be another year.

"Hey, hey, I'll wipe it, give me a letter!"

"I'm not going, I've had too much homework lately, and it's impossible for me to take a leave of absence!"

"Forget it, I have a bunch of brothers here, I'm just going to inform you. Since you don't go, then we go! ”

"Well, have fun watching it!"

"Nonsense, you don't look at how awesome Beiyang Twelfth Middle School is now, all the cattle people in Beiyang have gone to Twelfth Middle School, with this, you won't lose money if you go to Nanjing!"

"Hehe, I hope so!"

"What do you mean by that?" Matsuko suddenly became dissatisfied.

"It's nothing, my parents often come to raid inspections, I won't tell you more, after the game, just remember to tell me the results!"

"Alright! What's the result, we're sure we'll win! ”

"Huh!" Sun Ming smiled perfunctorily and hung up the phone.

Throwing the phone back on the bed, Sun Ming couldn't help but turn his gaze to the picture frame on the desk. In the photo in the frame, he and Yan Yufeng are sitting on the ground, with a basketball in the middle, and a basket with a few nets in the background.

Ah Yu, you know what? They're going to get started.

It's just that without your Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, will they go further?

Well?

The beginning of the journey

Great Qin Bingbing

2010.7.12

ps: I really didn't expect that after posting, someone would come to talk about me. However, my reasons are repetitive, and the title of the party seems to be a succinct description of my performance over the years.

The year is more likely to be a little over, and the week and month are more likely to be. As for the discussion that I was not as hot as I was six years ago, I think I still have something to say.

Six years ago, I didn't think I was very popular at the beginning, and six years later, I don't think I will be.

Six years ago, I left the starting point because I was on my own, and six years later, I continue to write back for the reason that I am still myself.

It is a sin to be cared for by others to write well, and it is a great sin not to write. It's not good to write and stop, stop and write. I'm well aware.

Because I know that I can now come back and write, I admire myself.

I'm not one to face life head-on. I used to get angry when I saw bad comments, and I avoided it because of this character, but now that I'm back, I see it, and I still think I'm depressed.

But being depressed and fighting back are two different things.

I'm worried that what I've given you will disappoint everyone, and I'm even more worried that this result will make me desperate for my way to continue creating.

That's it.

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