Chen Muyu hesitated and did not get up immediately. Feng Liya, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, was in a hurry, and while fighting with other classmates, she secretly kept kicking Chen Muyu with her feet. I don't know if it's because I can't stand Feng Liya, or if I really made up my mind to fight for love, Chen Muyu finally stood up and tiptoed to the door of the bathroom.

The door of the bathroom was hidden, and Yang Fan was making a phone call inside. Chen Muyu stood at the door and listened secretly. Yang Fan was indeed drunk and didn't speak very neatly, but even in these not very neat words, Chen Muyu still heard Yang Fan's rare gentleness and concern for the person on the phone. In the eyes of Chen Muyu and his classmates, although Yang Fan is not cold, he is also very silent, let alone coquettish on the phone like a child like now. Chen Muyu suddenly felt that he was very stupid, Yang Fan was doing well now, why bother him?

Feng Liya was very surprised to see Chen Muyu coming back alone, but looking at her expression, Feng Liya guessed that things were not going well. The dinner ended quickly, Zhang Shengsheng fished out Yang Fan, who was almost unconscious, from the bathroom, although Feng Liya drank the most, she was conscious, and she had to rush to pay. The drunk Feng Liya was even more terrible than usual, and the boys didn't dare to say a word in front of her, so they had to go with her.

On Thursday night, the weather was slightly cool, and it was supposed to be a night suitable for sleeping, but there were two people who couldn't sleep, one was Chen Muyu, and the other was Zhou Xiaochuan. Zhou Xiaochuan, who slept in Yang Fan's lower bunk, was tossed and choked all night, Yang Fan talked in his dreams from time to time, and occasionally smashed the bed board with his fist. At first, Zhou Xiaochuan got up and watched a few times, but then he was also annoyed, and ran to Zhang Qingbao's bed with the quilt to sleep, no matter how Yang Fan tossed, he pretended not to hear.

On Friday morning, none of the basketball team members got up on time, and all of them escaped the morning class. The teacher thought that the basketball team was going to prepare for the afternoon knockout game, and he didn't ask too many questions. The afternoon game will start on time at four o'clock, and at half past three, Zhang Shengsheng found that the captain Yang Fan was missing when he gathered his classmates. When I called him, I didn't answer, and I didn't answer when I called Zhou Xiaochuan. asked Zhang Qingbao and Hao Changfeng, who were in the same dormitory, and both of them looked confused and didn't know what to ask. After looking for a circle and finding no one, Zhang Shengsheng had to rush to the playground first for fear of delaying the game.

When Zhang Shengsheng arrived, the game was about to start, and he hurriedly took off his T-shirt to prepare for the game. For this game, the Art Academy was obviously prepared, Xiong Fangzheng was taken care of by the opponent, and the tandem between him and his teammates was cut off just after halftime. The captain on the opposite side is No. 1 and plays as a small forward. With an accurate three-point hand, he can run out of space and shoot the ball no matter who the new mission academy replaces to defend him. The score gap was quickly stretched to 20 points by the Academy of Arts.

If according to the normal strength, although the new mission team on the field is not the opponent of the Art Academy, the gap is definitely within 10 points. It's just that Yang Fan is not there, and the members of the New Mission Academy have no bottom in their hearts at all, and the more they fight, the more chaotic they become. By halftime, the score had become 20-50, and the difference was 30 points.

In this game, the students off the field looked very anxious, although they also lost badly yesterday, but after all, there was a suspicion of releasing water, today is a knockout round, and if you can't advance, you have to go home. Zhang Shengsheng wanted to cheer everyone up, but he could only say something like "Come on!" "Everybody can do it!" Such words can't lift everyone's spirit at all. Just when everyone thought that this game was about to end, Yang Fan came!

Yes, Yang Fan came, but it was Zhou Xiaochuan who came with him, and Zhou Xiaochuan was still holding a drip bottle in his hand. Zhang Shengsheng understood, Yang Fan must have hurt his body by drinking too much wine last night. The surprise just now turned into worry in a blink of an eye, even if Yang Fan played, I am afraid that he will not be able to recover the 30-point difference.

Yang Fan came to the sidelines and apologized to everyone first. Then say to the shooting guard on his side, "You rest for a while, I'll take a break." "Although everyone feels very sorry for Yang Fan's body, but the score is there, and Yang Fan really has no chance if he doesn't go up.

Feng Liya didn't know where to get a cup of hot water and asked Yang Fan to drink a little. Yang Fan reluctantly took a few sips and said to Feng Liya: "It's much more comfortable, it's no problem." ”

The referee's whistle blew and the second half was about to begin. Yang Fan stood up tremblingly, pulled out the needle, took off his coat, and the leaking white vest had Yang Fan's number "00" written on it, and the number was written with an English word: "Judge", which was the nickname given to Yang Fan by his teammates in high school.

Yes, here comes the Inquisitor!

Yang Fan stood on the side of the opponent's half, and the opponent's No. 1 came over, ready to defend him. When he was very close to Yang Fan, No. 1 suddenly spoke: "I heard that your three points are very accurate, I don't know how much difference there is from me." Yang Fan glanced at him: "You'll know in a while." ”

Xiong Fangzheng took the ball across the half court, and passed the ball to Yang Fan before the opponent was ready to come up to wrap it, Yang Fan received the ball, and at this moment he was still one step away from the three-point line. On the opposite side, No. 1 stood on the three-point line, beckoned to him provocatively, and signaled to let the horse come over, Yang Fan ignored the provocation and shot directly, this time the shot was as easy as training, 23-60. "It's not bad" looked at Yang Fan, who was expressionless, and No. 1 looked very confident on the other side, "It's my turn next." Yang Fan didn't bother to deal with him, but just retreated to his own half. Out of trust in Yang Fan, just when Yang Fan made a move, the players of the New Mission Academy had already retreated to their own positions, and at this time, everyone had already set up a defensive position.

"To win!" Yang Fan raised his arms and shouted loudly. "Good!" The new mission academy responded neatly to the captain. Feng Liya on the field could obviously feel that Yang Fan had a special momentum. This momentum is like a sword that can make opponents tremble and also reassure teammates.

No. 1 on the opposite side obviously felt this momentum, but in order to be reckless and show off his three-point skills, he still deliberately dribbled in front of Yang Fan: "I want to throw ......" Before the word "I want to shoot" was finished, Yang Fan had already cut the ball off his hand and quickly transported it to the front court. Zhang Shengsheng in the backcourt could see that Yang Fan's speed at this time was obviously not as fast as usual, even so, the players of the Academy of Arts still couldn't keep up. This was supposed to be a great opportunity for a layup, but when Yang Fan dribbled to the outside of the three-point line, there was a sudden stop, followed by another jumper, and then went in! 26 to 50. Yang Fan, who turned around and came back, passed by No. 1 opposite: "I don't have time to listen to nonsense!" On the other side, No. 1 gritted his teeth and said no more.

The Academy of Arts launched an attack again, No. 1 actively asked for the ball, and the ball also passed to his mobile phone, this time he really didn't talk nonsense, but he still wanted to score a three-point in front of Yang Fan. This kind of shooting should be placed in normal times, Yang Fan has long covered him so that he doesn't even dare to touch the ball, but today's Yang Fan really doesn't have the strength to block, just try his best to open his hands to interfere with his shooting. Perhaps because he was afraid of Yang Fan's height, No. 1 on the opposite side adjusted it and threw the ball out in an extremely strange posture, and the flight trajectory of the ball was also slightly weird. Well, it's really weird, the ball didn't even touch the Nets and went out of the bottom line.

"Huh~~" The students on the field of the new mission academy burst into boos, and the other four players on the art academy side were obviously shocked, they had never seen their captain throw such an outrageous ball. And just as they were still immersed in this unbelievable pitch, the referee's whistle blew. Yang Fan made another three-pointer. 29 to 50! Less than 2 minutes into the second half, the difference had narrowed to 21 points!