Yang Fan obviously didn't pay attention to, and wouldn't have noticed this series of subtle changes that happened later. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he walked in the direction of the bench of Hefei No. 8 Middle School, with a fierce fighting spirit that he had never had.

Mizuno Yohei's assistant introduced Yang Fan to a man in sportswear, and Yang Fan shook his hand very politely: "Hello, my name is Yang Fan, from ......" Yang Fan wanted to say that he was a member of the Wen First team, but after thinking about it, he had already been "expelled" from the Basketball Association, which was not appropriate. "Ontario ......" He wanted to say that he was from the Ontario varsity team, but he was also "kicked" out of the team a year ago. "Students!" stammered, and in the end only these three words were spoken.

Obviously, Yang Fan's self-introduction did not bring many surprises to the sportswear men, and he just said politely: "Hello, hello." I am a physical education teacher at our school, and my surname is Wang. Since it was recommended by Mr. Mizuno, then you can go in the second half. There was no superfluous politeness, no emotion, and of course no requirements for Yang Fan.

"Mr. Wang, why don't you tell me about the tactical arrangements for the second half?" Yang Fan didn't know if he had missed the tactical arrangement, and hoped that Mr. Wang could give him a simple arrangement.

"There were no tactics, just more than 20 minutes of play, and it was over quickly."

Yang Fan gasped, although he knew that Hefei No. 8 Middle School participated in this competition, and its image was greater than the competition itself, but he didn't expect it to be so perfunctory. Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at this group of children who were about to become "teammates", all of them were thin, fat and thin, at best, they were just a group of basketball lovers. In this way, if you lose so many points, you don't lose money!

Yang Fan's interest dropped a lot all of a sudden, and he turned his head to look at Mizuno Yohei's team again.

It's just a bunch of high school kids, and many of them don't make it to the college league, and even if they do, they only have a small chance of being picked in the professional league.

Although the NBL is only a domestic second-tier league, the level should not be worse than the Japanese league, so from this point of view, I should be three grades higher than these children, even if my teammates are all amateurs, it should not be a problem to win the game.

Yang Fan is not good at communicating, but he can always convince himself.

"Come on, everyone, don't let little Japan squash us!" Seeing that the time was almost up, Yang Fan wanted to boost his morale. "With me here, you can rest assured!"

Except for the surprised glances cast by the two teammates, the others were as if they hadn't heard, drinking water, playing with their mobile phones, and being in a daze.

Yang Fan sighed, and then applauded vigorously: "Come, come, come, everyone, cheer up, we are going to the battlefield!" Yang Fan tried to use his excitement to drive everyone's enthusiasm, but it backfired, except for Yang Fan, the others still looked disgraced.

But this is not important, Yang Fan knows that the most effective heart booster is hope, if everyone can see the hope of a turnaround, then it will definitely change the current situation.

Yang Fan was right, but it backfired again.

The strength of the No. 2 High School attached to Hosei University is far beyond his imagination, the No. 4 center is simply an inside giant, in Yang Fan's opinion, his strength is even higher than that of Tang Zhenfei, the captain of Anda, and the No. 11 is even more incredible, Yang Fan has a direct dialogue with him, but he only has a slight upper hand, and he can't talk about completely defeating him at all.

Yang Fan's thoughts once again returned to Yohei Mizuno, it seems that he is right, the Japanese team is rising. Although he is thriving in the NBL, in the face of a group of high school students younger than him, Yang Fan's proud ball skills do not prevail at all, and his confidence is slowly being dragged down.

What made him collapse even more was not the opponent, but these "teammates". For the first time, Yang Fan felt what it meant to have eighteen kinds of martial arts, and the passing itself had to pay attention to surprise and attack unpreparedness. But in the face of the children of the eighth middle school, Yang Fan couldn't pass it high, and he couldn't make it too heavy, let alone point to the east and west, because they couldn't receive it at all.

One of the balls, Yang Fan did his best, from the three-point line to the inside, attracting the opponent's three people, seeing that there were two people in the vacant position, Yang Fan also deliberately chose a child who was closer to the frame, but unfortunately, the child's first reaction after receiving the ball was not to pitch, but to hit the ball to the outside again.

This made Yang Fan cry and laugh, just now he was tossing and turning, looking left and right, and was all resolved by a small action by his teammates. Yang Fan can understand that this basketball is not a weapon to defeat the opponent in the eyes of his teammates, but a rather hot potato.

Knowing this, Yang Fan stopped passing the ball, and desperately threw all kinds of unbelievable, extremely difficult, and easily injured three-point shots. But fortunately, his shooting rate was acceptable, although the score was not imminent, it was not continued to be pulled away. The third quarter was over, 51-85, still trailing by 34 points.

Yang Fan has never been so tired as he is today, and after only playing one session, he feels a little physically exhausted. However, his teammates seemed to have been well rested in the third quarter, and one by one they couldn't even catch their breath.

Can you breathe? From the beginning of the ball to the end of the offense, the ball is almost in the hands of Yang Fan alone, and the others are almost all walking through the half, and when defending, they are also symbolic stretching out their hands, and whether they can successfully defend depends entirely on the opponent's feel......

The more Yang Fan thought about it, the more angry he became, he felt that he couldn't go on like this, there were not a few games he had lost over the years, but it was the first time he had lost like this.

"Smack! Swell! Yang Fan threw the mineral water to the ground, and then stepped on it vigorously, and he had a lot of strength in this kick, and blew up the mineral water bottle.

Just like Mr. Storyteller taking a picture of the shocking wood, the venue instantly fell silent.

"Do you all know what you're doing?!" Yang Fan said angrily, "Do you know who they are?!" ”

The children didn't dare to say anything, and even Teacher Wang of the eighth middle school was stunned by Yang Fan's momentum, and he didn't react for a while.

"It's Japanese! It is a nation that only admires the strong! Their strength is strong, we are weak, but do we just obediently stretch our necks and wait for their knives to come down? Yang Fan said impassionedly.

"More than 70 years ago, there were people like you, the Japanese came to the doorstep, and they didn't want to resist for a while, but as a result, was there anything else but shame?"

Although Yang Fan did not say it explicitly, everyone knew that seventy years ago, it was the eve of the outbreak of the War of Resistance Against Japan.

"Our skills are worse than theirs, as if our equipment was far inferior to theirs. But we won back then, but this time we want to let them step on their heads again, making them proudly think that after so many years, we are not as good as our predecessors. Our predecessors used their blood and flesh to tell us that a powerful enemy is not invincible, but you have forgotten that you only want to die early and be born sooner. What a sad thing to do! Comparing basketball to war, this is what Mizuno Yohei told Yang Fan, but unfortunately, he may not have thought that it was his analogy that made Yang Fan think of the great War of Resistance 70 years ago, and the scene at that time was more or less similar to now.

"I'm less than two years older than you, you're afraid of little Japan, I'm not afraid, in the fourth quarter, if you want to wait for the game to end, sit for me, and if you want to win, stand up for me! We're not afraid to lose, but men can't afford it! ”

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he tore the undershirt on his body, revealing his strong muscles.

"If it's a man, hurry up!"