The school bus of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School stopped on the side of the road, and Ye Changfeng got off the bus from the front door with a duffel bag in one hand, and a head poked out of the car, which was Xiang Jie. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xiang Jie said to Ye Changfeng: "The day after tomorrow will start training, don't forget!" ”

Ye Changfeng didn't turn back, he didn't speak, just his body paused, and he walked towards the community. Looking at the back of Ye Changfeng, Xiang Jie's eyes were full of worry, he sighed, and said to the driver, "Let's go." ”

The school bus started, and the players in Beiyang No. 12 Middle School went home, and the bus gradually emptied, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the dull atmosphere.

When Xiang Jie and Qin Lan were left in the car, Qin Lan sat next to Xiang Jie from the front seat.

"If you lose the game, it's not that the sky has fallen, it's all over, and you still have to cry and mourn!" Qin Lan spoke first.

Xiang Jie immediately retorted: "It's your man who is crying and mourning, but I don't!" ”

"You~!" Qin Lan glared at the phoenix eyes and bit her tender cherry lips, but she still didn't say anything in the end, after half a sound, Xiang Jie probably felt that he was talking too much, and said in a slower tone: "Ye Changfeng only relies on you to persuade him, I have said everything I should say, if he continues like this, the resurrection match will really have no drama at all!" ”

Qin Lan was distressed, she complained: "He doesn't talk to me, what do I use to persuade me!" ”

"Then it's not broken, it's up to him." Xiang Jie sighed again.

Qin Lan wanted to say something more, but she couldn't say the words in her mouth, she tried hard, and finally put her hands on her knees, and the whole person curled up on the seat, not talking.

Time goes back to a day ago, Beiyang thrillingly won Nanjing No. 3 Middle School with a six-point gap, won the first place in Group A, and avoided Nanjing No. 9 Middle School in Group C as desired, the two teams each eliminated their opponents, and met in the final championship and runner-up finals.

This is a duel before the game, known as the strongest high school in Jiangsu, under the eyes of countless attention, under the eyes of everyone who thought it was a difficult game, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School unexpectedly dropped the chain.

Maybe it's too nervous, maybe it's the tactical arrangement of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School that is too targeted, and even after the game, several Jiangsu basketball celebrities bluntly said that the strength of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School was seriously overestimated.

Some people even said that the Beiyang Twelfth Middle School without Yan Yufeng is vulnerable!

In the first quarter of the opening quarter, the whole team of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School hit 14 shots and zero hits, and was beaten 14-0 by Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, Wang Xuechao couldn't control it even when he shouted two timeouts, and it was not until there were three minutes left in the first quarter that Xiang Jie made a foul under the basket and scored two points by free throws.

At the end of the first quarter, Nanjing No. 9 Middle School was 25-3 and had a big lead.

The performance of the first quarter of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, which can no longer be described as miserable, many fans of No. 12 Middle School who happily ran from Beiyang City to watch the game couldn't accept it, especially since most of them were students.

For a while, the fans of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, who occupied the south stand, choked up.

The second quarter did not have time to adjust at all, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School inherited the first quarter of the lost soul, was pressed by Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, the first half is not over, Nanjing No. 9 Middle School has scored 50 points, in the high school level, 50 points can even be regarded as the final score of the whole game, and it can be seen from this that Nanjing No. 9 Middle School feels so hot today.

It is no wonder that many people said after the game that Nanjing No. 9 Middle School cast a magic spell and stole the feel of No. 12 Middle School and put it in their pockets.

As the number one star of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, and also the core of the family, he was sleepwalking in the first half, shooting zero of 11 three-point shots, and got three rebounds in the first half, and no other data.

When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School rushed off the court like a chicken escaping from the slaughterhouse, and rushed back into the locker room.

In the locker room, it was as cold as a hospital morgue, which was beyond Coach Wang Xuechao's ability to lead the team, shouting and shouting, roaring and yelling, scolding and scolding, everyone was desperate, but they just couldn't shoot.

As the only savior of the team, Ye Changfeng drooped his head, constantly pumping his right hand with his left hand, or fanning his left hand with his right hand, frantically punishing himself.

In the face of Ye Changfeng's silent self-blame, no one in the whole team dared to say anything, only Xiang Jie, as the captain, rushed over and shook Ye Changfeng violently, hoping that he would cheer up.

But seeing the godless eyes of the night long wind, Xiang Jie knew that today was over.

The precious halftime time was wasted, and less than two minutes after the start of the third quarter, the Beiyang fans who were still expecting began to leave the game, because even the blind could see that Beiyang No. 12 Middle School was not improving, on the contrary, the illness was getting worse.

In the end, Nanjing No. 9 Middle School with an incredible score of 123 coherent numbers, with an astonishing score gap of 70 points, in Nanjing Wutaishan Basketball Hall, bloodied Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, and hugged the revenge of last year's elimination.

After the game, Wang Xuechao, who returned to the locker room, still didn't control his emotions, and said to the whole team: "If Yan Yufeng is here, it will never be like this!" Then he fainted.

The angry Lu Di stopped Ye Changfeng in the corridor who didn't go to send the coach to the ambulance together, and he scolded in front of everyone: "What do you say to compare with Yan Yufeng, just like you, are you worthy of playing basketball?" ! Roll as far as you want! ”

Before Xiang Jie came to the fight, Lu Di scolded Xiang Jie again: "How do you do the captain? What is this level? Do you dare to face Yan Yufeng who comes back? Do you dare? ”

In the end, Lu Di, who was so angry that his face was blood-red, looked at this almost brand-new Beiyang Twelfth Middle School, and shook his head sadly: "What about the blood and qi of Beiyang Twelve Middle School?" What about courage? What about your never-give-up spirit? It's over, it's all over! ”

After saying that, he didn't pay attention to the others at all, and left angrily by himself.

Like a death knell, with Lu Di's judgment, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School held its tail and fled Nanjing early the next morning and returned to Beiyang.

Because Wang Xuechao was still in the hospital, Xiang Jie led the team back to Beiyang, along the way, the school bus was like the funeral car of the funeral home, silent, no one wanted to speak, the school bus was big enough, everyone seemed to have no face to see people, they all looked for a seat alone, buried their heads in the pretending to sleep.

In terms of pain, Xiang Jie is the most painful, he is the only three people who have seen the history of Beiyang's dark horse and experienced the black finals, as the captain, every word of Lu Di's questioning sentence is like a nail, cone on his heart.

But Xiang Jie can't fall, he knows that there is still a glimmer of life in Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, this year's Nike Cup National High School League system has changed, the runners-up of each province will first gather in two places, the south is in Shanghai, the north is in Beijing, the repechage match, the top three in the north and south divisions, can also enter the national competition.

This is Beiyang's last chance, there is not much time, there is only one month left, if in late December, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School can be adjusted, there is still a good chance.

Xiang Jie understands that the mentality of suffering from gains and losses, the impact can even be said to hurt the night long wind, huge pressure, from the beginning of the provincial competition has been giving the night long wind heavy pressure step by step, the better he performs, the more pressure he has, until the finals, this string is broken, and the proud night long wind is like a kite with a broken string, in the violent wind and rain of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, it was completely blown to the sky.

But how to save Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, which is like being knocked short on the backbone? Xiang Jie looked at the street scene outside the car window and was confused.

The door was quietly opened, and the night breeze carried his bag, took off his shoes, and entered the house.

The house was quiet, as if no one was at home, and Ye Changfeng was indifferent, he walked straight to his room, threw the duffel bag in his hand, and Ye Changfeng fell on the bed with his whole body, motionless.

Perhaps it was the familiar smell of home that touched him, and tears suddenly poured out like a dam bursting its embankment, and the night wind opened its mouth and cried silently.

Tears ran down the bridge of his nose, soaking the soft sheets.

What do you say to compare with Yan Yufeng, just like you, are you worthy of playing basketball? ! Roll as far as you want!

The words that kept repeating in his ears rang in his ears again, and Ye Changfeng closed his eyes in pain.

You're too useful, you're a piece of rubbish, garbage!

Get out, get out of here, me!

Ye Changfeng scolded himself frantically in his heart, and suddenly a pair of warm hands grabbed his shoulders.

"Do you know why I support you to play basketball?" Father's voice sounded warmly behind him.

Night Wind bowed his head and buried his face deep under the sheets.

"Basketball is actually the same as life, there are wins and losses, when you win, you are happy, and when you lose, you are sad. The more you experience basketball, the stronger and more confident you will be in the rest of your life. As soon as the bed sank, my father sat on the edge of the bed, and his hand did not leave the long night wind.

"I watched the game, watched it live, and many Beiyang fans scolded you around me, saying anything, but I couldn't say anything." Father's words made Ye Changfeng sit up suddenly, and his heart, which was already extremely ashamed, was as painful as being pierced by ten thousand arrows at this moment.

What caught his eye was the father's kind and calm face, he looked at his crying son, smiled, took out a handkerchief from his trousers and handed it over: "Wipe it." ”

"If you weren't my son, I think, at that time, I'd scold you too. Because you are the core of the team, you have wasted four quarters, the whole sleepwalking, the whole team has lost the leader, and you can't find the north and south. Father continued to speak calmly, and the night wind hung his head in shame.

"But you are my son, I know what my son is like, and I know why you were like this yesterday, you only look immature because you haven't experienced it!"

"But I know one thing very well, from now on, my son, Changfeng, if you step over this hurdle, you won't fall in the same place, right? Son, tell me! The father suddenly became serious, and he pulled up the night wind, and looked directly at his son.

Night Wind was still holding his head down at first, but slowly, he lifted it up and looked directly at his father as well.

"I promise, Daddy!"

Father nodded with satisfaction, he sighed, and said: "Last year, when you left Tiegang, I saw that you have been very painful and wanted to change the environment for you, but I didn't expect that your opponent would actually invite you to join the Twelfth Middle School." This surprised me, and I became interested in this person. ”

"In the days to come, the more I know, the more worried I become, Yan Yufeng's strength is above you, you actually know it yourself, but I know your character, you work harder, and your growth is accelerating, which makes me feel very gratified at the same time, but also makes me more and more worried. He has become your target, your demon, you are so proud, son. ”

Ye Changfeng bowed his head again wordlessly.

"It's good to have goals, but you're not playing basketball for him, you know?"

Ye Changfeng's heart was shocked, and he raised his head sharply to look at his father.

"Aren't you glad that he's in the day? Will you be happy in his absence? ”

Ye Changfeng's heart shook again, he looked at his father, and he was speechless for a while.

"Dad, I see."

"Speak up!"

"I play for myself, I don't live for anyone else!" Night Changfeng's eyes glow again.

"Good boy, that's it! Ha ha! The father finally laughed and was very satisfied to be able to free his son.

"Son, where are you going?" Seeing the long wind in the night, my father wiped away his tears, picked up his duffel bag and walked out, and couldn't help but ask in a loud voice.

"Go to school, we still have a chance!" The night breeze ran out happily, shouting as he ran.

"This kid!" Father shook his head and sighed at the door, smiling as he listened to the fast-paced sound of descending the stairs.

Xiang Jie, who had just gotten out of the car and waved goodbye to Qin Lan, suddenly heard his mobile phone ringing, he took out the phone, it was actually Ye Changfeng's number, he couldn't help but be stunned, after connecting, he heard Ye Changfeng shouting on the phone: "Come to school, we don't have time!" ”

"Running out of time?" Xiang Jie hadn't reacted yet.

"What a thing! Old night, are you having a nervous breakdown? Xiang Jie was very worried.

"I used to be too persistent, but now I'm awake! I'm going to play for myself, I'm going to keep playing! I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to be in the twelve! We haven't lost yet, we still have a chance! Night Long Wind shouted on the phone.

"Lu Di scolded us, have you forgotten it? It's a man, just throw the words back to his face! The night wind was almost roaring on the other end of the phone.

"Haha, I knew you didn't fall down, okay, I'll hit it right away!" Xiang Jie jumped on the spot, he didn't care about the gaze of pedestrians at all.

Hanging up the phone, Xiang Jie looked up at the sky, it was cloudy today, and there was a blue sky in the clouds, looming.

Xiang Jie let out a long breath and clenched his fists: "We haven't lost yet, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School hasn't fallen yet!" ”

He took out his phone again and sent a text message to the whole team.

Brothers, if you still care about yesterday's tears of shame, then please wash away this shame with more sweat today. Beiyang No. 12 Middle School did not fall, stand up, let's continue to fight together! Now, I'm waiting for you in the basketball arena. ―Captain: Xiang Jie. (To be continued.) )