Chapter 1 The First Arrival - Wu Yichen

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In late autumn, the weather in November is neither hot nor cold in the south. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 infoAt the bus stop in the evening, two teenagers were talking and laughing.

"Wu Yichen, Lao Wang is late after school today, and I know that this will be the result as soon as he appears in our class every time he appears in self-study class. Look, it's almost six o'clock, and it's been dragging on for more than half an hour! "A little shorter, ordinary-looking, and a young man with a straight face.

The young man next to him was Wu Yichen in his mouth, Wu Yichen sighed and said: "Every time I get out of school, it's so late, it seems that it won't be long before it's dark today!" Zhang Fan, bus No. 307 is here, let's go up. ”

Wu Chenyi looks mediocre, not very handsome, but he is pleasing to the eye, with a student's head, slightly taller than Zhang Fan, one meter seventy-six. The two got on the bus, invested money and were looking for a seat, Zhang Fan saw that there were two empty seats in the back seat, so he took Wu Yichen's hand and walked quickly to the seat and sat down.

"Eh, I'm talking about you, are you afraid that others will take your seat or what's wrong, why are you in such a hurry?" Wu Yichen frowned. "I'll go to the experimental middle school to play later, and I can play for more than half an hour like this, and go and play the field casually."

Zhang Fan dragged his chin with his right hand and muttered: "I think about playing all day long, and you don't look at your level, we are far worse than them!" ”

Wu Yichen retorted: "That's just a long way from our school!" Just because I'm worse than them! ”

Zhang Fan mocked: "The level of the people in the experiment is about the same as you!" You can fight with them in our school, and now the freshmen in our junior high school are really getting worse and worse every year! We're in the third year of junior high school this year, and it's time to think about where we went to high school, alas. ”

When the car arrived at the station, the two got off the bus, and when they walked into the school gate of the experimental middle school, they found a tall and strong teenager holding a basketball and walking towards the school gate.

Zhang Fan is known as an intelligent detector, so he looked up and down at this tall and strong young man: "The height is about 179 to 181, the weight is unknown, but it is very strong!" He was wearing, wearing the school uniform of the city No. 1 middle school! How did the people from City No. 1 Middle School come to us to play! He's not going to be here to play the game, is he? Looking at this aura, it's not at the same level as you! After that, he also stabbed Wu Yichen next to him with his elbow.

Wu Yichen snorted: "It's just a little stronger!" ”

The three of them walked into the school one after another, a middle school teenager in front, Wu Yichen and Zhang Fan followed, and before they walked on the court, they had already heard the sound of slapping the ball and the sound of the iron hitting the dangdang, Zhang Fan looked left and right, and sighed: "There are so many people playing ball here!" Unlike us, the stadium hasn't been crowded since school started! ”

A young man glanced at Zhang Fan.

Walking onto the court, Wu Yichen and Zhang Fan found a place to sit down next to the venue and take a look at the situation first. I saw a middle school teenager striding towards a relatively inner half, this half is some junior high school players playing together, the level is not bad, compared to the other games can be said to be the strongest.

Wu Yichen and Zhang Fan's eyes also followed, only to see that the young man knocked on the basketball hoop and attracted his attention to his side.

One of the students who was playing in that half of the court stepped forward, looked like he was in a state of flux, and said in a downward attitude: "What are you going to do, you have to play ball and play in the open field next to it!" ”

"Who's the best of you, I'll pick the scene!"

Pick a show! What a shocking two words, at this moment, Wu Yichen's pupils instantly contracted, he was here to provoke the scene!

The young man who was angry was stunned for a moment, he is also a relatively powerful one here, he is quite tall, about 1.85 meters, thinner, and he is also relatively famous in the experimental middle school, but this is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing, and he doesn't know how to deal with it for a while.

A flat-headed boy who had been sitting next to the sports equipment room came up and said lazily, "What, come to play?" ”

Zhang Fan saw this person in the distance and said in surprise: "He is also so tall, it is estimated that he is almost 1.9 meters!" It can't be the school team! We don't even have a varsity team in our school! Let's take a walk, let's take a closer look! Zhang Fan pulled Wu Yichen and walked to the scene, and sat down next to him, looking like he was watching a play.

A middle school boy said: "Yes, are you the most powerful here?" ”

The flat-headed tall boy seemed to be in good spirits, and said: "I am the main small forward of the school team of the experimental middle school, my name is Liu Weidong, look at you like this, you are from the No. 1 Middle School in the city." ”

A middle school boy snorted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm here to play today, since you are the most powerful one, just go head-to-head with me!" Five goals in one game, two wins in three games! The goal continues to have the ball! ”

Liu Weidong was annoyed: "Is the kid very dragged!" Do you think Lao Tzu is like them and doesn't understand anything?! Do you still have to talk about the rules? ”

A middle school teenager suddenly laughed and walked on: "That's good, don't waste my tongue and talk about the rules!" After that, he threw the ball directly to Liu Weidong and walked to the three-point line to wait for the serve.

Liu Weidong can be said to have suffocated his face, and he was despised before the fight started, and said angrily: "Spread it all out for me!" Look how I teach him! Anyway, the two of them were left on the field in this half, and what happened just now has attracted a lot of onlookers, Zhang Fan and Wu Yichen also began to be crowded with people, and for a while, the entire stadium was surrounded here, watching this heads-up game between the main force of the school team and people from other schools.

Liu Weidong threw the ball to a junior high school boy who was two steps outside the three-point line: "You are a guest, you start!" ”

The first middle school boy smiled: "Then you're welcome!" Attention! As he spoke, he bent down and dribbled slowly towards Liu Weidong.

Liu Weidong's defensive pace was very solid, and his hands were open, blocking the route of the No. 1 middle school teenager. Wu Yichen thought to himself: What a large defensive area! Looks like it's a bit of a hassle!

The first middle school boy was still expressionless, and when he was one step away from Liu Weidong, he suddenly made a crotch dribble, dribbled the ball to his right hand, and then a very fast crossover, alternating to the left hand and quickly rushing to the left. Liu Weidong was not slow to react, and quickly approached the body of the No. 1 middle school boy with a sliding step, and at the same time his right hand stretched out in front of him, trying to pull out the ball in the left hand of the No. 1 middle school boy.

I saw a young man make an emergency stop, then dribble the ball in his left hand from his back to his right hand, take a step back in the opposite direction, open up a distance of his body, and jump and shoot directly in a very comfortable posture.

The ball goes straight into the frame without the net.

A middle school teenager shook his finger: "1 to 0." ”

Liu Weidong snorted, threw the ball over, and did not speak.

Zhang Fan couldn't bear it anymore at this time, and shook Wu Yichen's shoulder: "That step-back jump shot is too handsome!" It's just a smooth flow, all in one go! You can't make this kind of high-hit step-back jumper without a certain foundation! ”

A middle school teenager continued to bow down and dribble towards Liu Weidong, and it was also a step away that he began to start.

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