Chapter 32: Anatomy
At the same time, the Los Angeles Raptors were watching the video of their opponent's game. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ info providence? Coincidental?
Los Angeles.
The footage is playing, and the game is getting more and more exciting. There was no noise in the room other than the sound of the video. Looking at the faces of the Los Angeles players, they became more and more solemn, and several of their faces had begun to turn white, and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.
Raptors.
"Well, it's beautiful. The feint just now is really exciting, worthy of card sesame. The sudden stop under his feet, two consecutive turns and ......" tsk praise.
"Los Angeles' Five? I've found his weakness......"
"Li Changgeng! It's him again! β
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The atmosphere of the two teams is diametrically opposed.
End of recording.
Los Angeles. There was silence in the room, and no one spoke for a long time. Li Changgeng, who was standing at the front, looked around at Li Changgeng's teammates.
Mozart's face was pale, Paul was in a cold sweat, Leonard's lips were slightly open, Beethoven's hands were unconsciously clenching the corners of his clothes, and Harris's face was quite calm, but the pendant in his hand had fallen to the ground but he still held the posture of clutching.
The rest of the team, not to mention!
"Smack!" The TV was turned off. "Ahem......" Li Changgeng coughed dryly. In this way, everyone has not yet woken up from the state of trance.
With a loud voice, Li Changgeng said lightly: "The video is over, are you all sleepwalking?" β
A while......
"Huh?" Mozart's voice.
"What a terrifying strength!" Paul's exclamation?
"Is this the Raptor?" He asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that others would hear himβit was Beethoven who spoke.
"Whew......" Leonard gasped.
Harris only then realized that the pendant had fallen to the ground and bent down to pick it up. The others wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads one by one, panting one by one.
Watching the performance of the team members coldly, Li Changgeng began to speak only after everyone had recovered their brain thinking ability one by one: "Yes, your reaction is much better than Li Changgeng imagined." This is not irony - Li Changgeng originally guessed that someone would see half of it and run out.
"Now your hearts must be filled with shock and fear: Is this the Raptor? Is this the strength of the Raptors? Gosh, are they really college students? Damn, how can the strength of these guys be so terrifying? Are they the opponents of Los Angeles tomorrow? Gosh, is Los Angeles really going to play against them?
"Now your hearts must be full of frustration: the same college students, why are these guys so strong?
"Maybe you're still depressed: how close is Los Angeles to the national championship? Is such an opponent that Los Angeles can win?
"There's no need to bow your heads, it's not something to be ashamed of. The Raptors are so powerful, and the strength of the Raptors is so terrifying. Back in the NCAA league and battle it out with the Raptors. When I first saw this tape, I was even more ugly than yours.
"I'm going to ask you to get back on your feet right now and build up the confidence to beat the Raptors now. Whoever sees such an opponent will have a sense of horror - which is why Li Changgeng chose to let you know their strength now. Instead of being intimidated by their prowess in the game, let's accept this fact now.
"Everyone went back to their rooms. Those who haven't given up the game before tomorrow's game can tell Li Changgeng. Li Chang Gung will select the players who will play from them.
"Now, disband!"
Silent, the team members walked out of the room one by one. Leonard and Harris looked back as they left the room, as if they were about to speak.
Coldly watched the last team member walk out of the room, Li Changgeng stood there for a long time without moving. I wanted to say some words of encouragement at the end, but when the words came to my mouth, I couldn't help but change my taste. Why is this happening?
A person standing quietly beside him is a teaching assistant. The jade hand gently held Li Changgeng's hand: "You did a good job, let them decide the rest!" β
Yes, it's up to them to decide. If they can't get past this level in front of them, how can they be expected to play their normal strength against the real Raptors? If they want to go further, if they really love basketball, they won't give up. When encountering difficulties, only by bravely meeting them and fighting hard regardless of success or failure can it be possible to improve. Didn't Li Changgeng tell them that all the time?
Raptors.
"Have you watched the video, everyone?"
"Look!"
"Have you all watched tomorrow's opponents?"
"Observed!"
"Good, disband!"
Crisply, directly!
It was late at night, and the rooms of the Los Angeles players were lit up one by one. The only dark room was the room of Li Chang Gung and the assistant teacher.
Inside.
"Joon, are you asleep?"
"Hmm!"
"Is your foot hurting?"
"Where!"
"Take off the bandages, it'll be more comfortable!"
"Oh!"
"Do you want my help?"
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In the middle of the night, the hour hand was already pointing to two o'clock. Harris, who has always fallen asleep in five minutes after lying down in bed, has been unable to sleep tonight. The dark room was silent, except for the soft snoring of Mokjie in his ears - he was really asleep.
Tossing and turning, he still couldn't sleep, and always felt that the room seemed to be particularly stuffy, although he knew that Xiao Ertuo slowly sent out a cool breeze to keep the room temperature at the most suitable temperature.
Finally, the figure on the bed sat up. Lift the blanket and take a few deep breaths - damn it, the room is so stuffy, why didn't I notice it before? Harris finally found a reason to get out of bed and walk around. Putting on his pajamas, Harris pushed open the door and quietly walked out of the room.
After a few deep breaths, it was really good to be a little second breath outside. Unconsciously, Harris walked down the aisle.
"Harris? Can't you sleep too? A familiar voice woke Harris, who was pacing with his head down, from his fugue. It was Beethoven, and he was surrounded by Leonard, Paul, and Mozart. They're on the balcony in front of them.
"Hmm!" Responding softly, Harris maintained his usual coldness, and did not respond to a sentence like ordinary people: Can't you sleep too?
Mozart tugged at the hair on his head in annoyance: "Damn, Li Changgeng's mind is full of the game of the Raptors in the video just now, and he can't fall asleep!" β
"The same goes for Los Angeles!" Beethoven smiled bitterly, "As long as you think that the terrifying Raptors are the opponent of Los Angeles tomorrow, Li Changgeng's head can't help but feel numb." β
"yes, those guys' strength is terrifying. The most hateful thing is that the boss bastard, who doesn't give Los Angeles any encouragement, and blasts Los Angeles out of the room with a sentence of 'you all decide for yourself'. It's disgusting! Paul said hatefully.
Mozart also muttered: "That's right, shouldn't he give Los Angeles some instructions at this time, let Los Angeles know that the Raptors are not invulnerable?" He's a coach! β
Instructor? Leonard was amazed that Mozart and Paul had so rightly shifted the blame to Li Changgeng. Didn't they realize that Li Changgeng was also just a college student? Even if he is an NCAA champion, he is only a sixteen-year-old!
No, it's not just them, why don't they subconsciously think the same thing? It's just that I try to avoid admitting it. When encountering difficulties, he is accustomed to setting his sights on Li Changgeng; Once the game situation was in trouble, he did not hesitate to ask Li Changgeng if it was a strategy to deal with it. Just now, why didn't you have the same complaint?
Li Changgeng has never put on the frame of an NCAA champion, and he has not been slacking off once because of his teammates' poor skills; After acting as a coach, he never used the authority of the coach to drink what everyone did. But why do you take for granted what he does for everyone?
Leonard was stunned by such a selfish "right" in his heart. Do others take it for granted in their hearts as they do themselves? Look away from Mozart, Paul, look at captain Beethoven, and finally freeze on Harris. He was looking out intently, as if thinking about something. I couldn't help but ask, "Harris, why are you thinking so engrossed?" β
Retracting his gaze from the distance, Harris was slightly silent for a moment, and said in his usual flat tone, "I wonder, how long has this tape been with me?" He must have seen the strength of the Raptors better than Los Angeles. But ......" paused at this point, he was not a man who liked to talk much, and the words that followed spoke for themselves.
"But Los Angeles never saw the slightest cowardice on his part." It was Beethoven who answered, and following his own train of thought, he said the words that Harris had omitted, "Knowing that there was such a terrible team waiting for Los Angeles at the end, he still worked hard to win every game and lead Los Angeles to the final desperately." Before the game, he worked hard to study the tactics, used every opportunity to improve the team's strength in the game, and took the trouble to sum up the experience for everyone after the game. Why? β
Paul opened his mouth wide and said stupidly, "Is it for tomorrow's game?" β
Leonard nodded solemnly: "He never gave up on the final." From the first day he arrived in the team, he has been preparing for tomorrow's game. β
Paul is still very sluggish: "But tomorrow's opponent is the Raptors, the king of the Raptors, and you have just seen their strength!" β
"It is precisely because the opponent is the Raptors that Li Changgeng will not give up the game!" In a cold voice, Harris rarely took the initiative to refute others' words.
Beethoven nodded and said: "Four years ago, the Los Angeles team led by Li Changgeng lost to the Raptors by one point in the final finals, and I heard that it was because of the referee's misjudgment. He was no more than sixteen years old. β
Paul stammered, "There is such a thing!" β
Mozart gave him a slap in the face: "Stupid, why do you think the boss is the NCAA champion?" β
Paul defended: "Li Changgeng only heard that he won the title of best player at the age of sixteen, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful!" β
Beethoven sighed: "You have to have strong teammates around you to challenge the Raptors. But the strength of Los Angeles ......"
It's too much worse than the Raptors -- everyone knows it.
There was a sudden silence on the balcony, and everyone lost interest in talking.
After a long time, someone finally broke the silence, and it was Mozart who spoke.
Mozart, with a solemn expression, said slowly: "When I played against North Carolina, the boss once said to me and Paul: 'Be afraid, turn fear into courage, and challenge strong opponents with trembling bodies', I always thought that this was just the boss's words of encouragement to Los Angeles. Now it seems that this is the boss's own experience! β
Paul had an admiring expression: "The boss is the boss, and the words spoken are realms!" β
"Stupid!" Violent Chestnut dodged Paul in time, and Mozart waved his fist hatefully, "Now is not the time to sigh, think about tomorrow's game, are you going to let the boss go alone to fight against the Raptors, are you bastard already giving up the game to be so easy?" β
"Give up?" Paul's expression suddenly became serious, "You don't laugh anymore." Li Changgeng has been thinking about tomorrow's game tactics. But you, the reason why you can't sleep is that you are hesitant to pretend to be sick tomorrow? β
"Bastard, you look down on people less. Li Changgeng was a little nervous because tomorrow's decisive opponent was the No. 1 center in the province. When you can't grab the rebound tomorrow, don't cry to Li Changgeng, Li Changgeng will definitely not help! β
"Cut!" Paul turned his head with a dismissive expression.
Mozart suddenly erupted and said angrily: "Damn, don't you believe Li Changgeng's words!" His fist was raised in the air and he chased after Paul. Paul, who thought he was invincible, was naturally not a fool and hid behind Harris on his feet. Mozart continued to chase and kill, and Paul continued to dodge. The two of them began a chase around Harris.
And Harris, who was standing in the center, still looked cold, standing motionless in the center as a prop for the two to chase and dodge.
Leonard watched in amazement at what had just been a dull and serious discussion, which in the blink of an eye turned into a farce between two people. "Really, these two people never seem to grow up!" Leonard, who came back to his senses, patted his forehead weakly.
Beethoven shook his head and said, "No, you're wrong. They also have a lot of pressure accumulated in their hearts, and they are releasing the pressure. It's just that this method is really hard to agree with! Eyes and Leonard met, and the two couldn't help but smile at the same time.
The two men chasing and dodging finally stopped, panting and glaring at each other vigilantly at the same time. And Harris, who had been silent, spoke at this time. The usual coldness on his face was a little more serious at this time, and he asked, "Tired?" Would you like to take a break? β
"Harris?" Mozart and Paul glared at Harris at the same time.
"Hahaha......" The two people watching next to him finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. It's really Harris, and the funny is so serious.
The two protagonists of the chase looked at each other, scratched their heads, and laughed.
The last trace of seriousness was gone. After the laughter, the expressions on everyone's faces relaxed a lot.
Beethoven: "It's the first time I've laughed since I watched the game. Thanks to my nervousness, my nervousness has disappeared a lot! β
"That's right, Li Changgeng found out for the first time that the two of you are not useless, hehe......" Leonard interfaced.
The old face was slightly red, and Paul quickly changed the topic: "Don't do it, let's get back to the topic." What about tomorrow's game, tomorrow's opponent is really strong. β
Mozart teased: "Idiot, is this still to be discussed?" Spell it out. Even if the opponent is the Raptors, Los Angeles can't give up. Tomorrow's game is an opportunity that the boss has been waiting for four years to catch! β
"That's right!" Beethoven agreed, "Los Angeles can't give up the game anyway. The Raptors are certainly strong, but Los Angeles also defeated strong teams such as Floying, Theroke, and Catalina to enter the finals. There is also the provincial No. 1 college student who is also on the Los Angeles team, and if you want to say who can beat the Raptors, it must be Los Angeles! β
Mozart seemed to have discovered the key to the golden cabinet all of a sudden, and said excitedly: "That's right, the other party is the king of the Raptors, the boss of Los Angeles or the NCAA football king, it's hard to say who wins and who loses!" β
Beethoven nodded slightly, turned his head to look at the others, and found that Leonard had been frowning. "O'Neill, what do you say?"
Leonard sighed: "Li Chang Gung is indeed the pillar of the Los Angeles team. Yet, Los Angeles has always seemed to have put too much of a burden on this pillar. What Los Angeles should be thinking about now is what Los Angeles can share for Li Chang Gung in tomorrow's game. β
Beethoven showed a contemplative expression, his expression became more and more solemn, and it took a long time before he let out a long breath: "It's really like this! β
Mozart and Paul looked at Leonard Beethoven with solemn expressions blankly. Harris, who had a cool expression, also showed a listening look.
Beethoven looked solemn and said slowly: "After Li Changgeng returned to the team, he showed a super high-level level, and it is natural that Los Angeles trusted him and relied on him during the game. However, the situation has developed to the point where this dependence has become a very unreasonable shift of responsibility. From the first day of the NCAA, almost all the burden of the team was carried by Li Changgeng. From the first game against North Carolina, almost all of the team's hardest and most tiring things were completed by Li Changgeng. When he played North Carolina, he played as a center because the opponent had a national super center; Against Floying, he scored almost all of the points alone, because Los Angeles was completely contained by his opponent; When he met Therlock, he appeared in the interior power forward position to compete for rebounds, because Sherok's interior strength was the strongest in the province. In every game, Los Angeles handed over the heaviest burden to Li Changgeng. The game was won, and everyone cheered together, but Li Changgeng was supported by someone to get off the field. Los Angeles only felt guilty for a moment when he saw Li Changgeng covered in scars, and when the game began, he involuntarily pushed the burden to Li Changgeng. β
Beethoven's voice was slow and deep, and his words immediately struck a chord with everyone. The memories of these days are reproducing in everyone's minds little by little. "Scarred"? In front of everyone, Li Changgeng's "colorful" upper body when he took off his shirt appeared in front of everyone.
There was silence for a long time, and the atmosphere was dreary.
Finally, Leonard broke the silence and said, "Do you remember what you just complained, 'He's the coach'!" Such thoughts are not only you, Li Changgeng also has. 'He's a coach!' He easily put the responsibility on Li Changgeng. Los Angeles seems to have forgotten that although he is acting as a coach, and although he is the No. 1 'NCAA ball king' in the province, Li Changgeng is only a college student, and he is only 16 years old this year. β
"Sixteen?" The stone broke through the earth, and everyone was stunned all of a sudden.
Even the dullest Mozart and Paul couldn't help but ask themselves such questions at this time.
Silence reappeared, the atmosphere became solemn, and everyone's mood suddenly became heavy.
However, there are always guys who spoil the atmosphere at times like these.
"Sixteen years old, isn't that one year younger than Li Changgeng? It's miserable, the boss Li Changgeng who has been calling you idiot for so long has lost a lot! Breaking the silence, Paul, a "heartless" guy, screamed bitterly.
"Bastard, now is not the time to care about such a thing." An enraged Mozart strangled Paul by the neck and pounded him on the head. Paul, who was strangled by the neck, was flushed, fluttering, fluttering, and struggling. Beethoven and Leonard rushed to the rescue, finally freeing Mozart from his arms before he could suffocate.
Bending over and blushing, Paul couldn't stop coughing for a long time: "Bastard, you murder, Li Changgeng just wants to ease the atmosphere." β
"You idiot still know what it means to ease the atmosphere, and you ...... at such a serious moment"
"Serious, right?" Paul interrupted him and corrected his words.
"Bastard!" Mozart waved his fist and came up again, and Paul quickly ducked behind Leonard and Beethoven.
Leonard and Beethoven groaned, touching their heads and looking at the two living treasures in front of them weakly.
Mozart was still unable to catch up with Paul. In terms of flexibility, Paul is much better than Mozart, who is tall and tall. Hiding behind Beethoven, Paul asked rhetorically: "Then you idiot told Li Changgeng what should Los Angeles do at this time?" β
"Of course, it's about studying tomorrow's game and thinking about how to help the boss get the Raptors."
Paul scoffed: "Just your piece of material? The boss can level you with one hand! β
Mozart retorted: "How much better are you than me?" You grab rebounds with both hands and lose to the boss with one hand! β
"A hand?" Beethoven said solemnly, "I don't know what happened to Li Changgeng's right hand, it would be good if there would be nothing to do in tomorrow's game." β
The two people who were fighting immediately stopped, and the expressions on their faces disappeared at the same time.
Mozart: "The boss's injuries don't seem to be healing - Yun Yun rubbed a potion for him yesterday." β
Paul: "I saw that his right foot seemed to be bandaged as well......"
Mozart: "But tomorrow he will definitely play the whole game." In the last final, he also persevered to the end with an injury. But after that race, he took a four-year break to recover. Tomorrow ......"