"Yan, can you answer this question......" In the classroom, the lecturer was lecturing carefully, but suddenly found that his outstanding students seemed to be distracted there, so he called Yan Yufeng's name.

"Huh? Oh, about the cylinder gliding on the inclined plane...... Yan Yufeng stood up hurriedly, looked at the question written by the lecturer on the blackboard, glanced at his own thoughts, and answered seriously.

"Well, the answer is correct, but Yan, you have to pay attention, don't get distracted in class, and listen carefully to the class. Okay, sit down! The lecturer couldn't help but feel very relieved when he looked at this Chinese student, the current students are learning too little, the learning ideas of the Chinese are really good, this student from China has always loved to learn.

"Yes." Yan Yufeng sat down quietly, it was really a rare distraction just now.

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"Yan Yufeng!" On the way to class, Yan Yufeng was walking slowly with his head down, thinking about the development of his team in his head, when a crisp Chinese voice called his name in the back, and at that moment Yan Yufeng even thought that Guo Suxue was calling himself.

"Huh? Oh, Xu Yue. Yan Yufeng turned around and found that Xu Yue in the cheerleading squad was walking behind with a stack of books.

"Well, you're here early." Xu Yue walked two steps quickly to catch up with Yan Yufeng and Yan Yufeng on the way to the school side by side.

"Hehe, it's early. I'll get it for you. Yan Yufeng smiled and stretched out his hand to help Xu Yue take the book.

"Yes. It's early, and I rarely see my classmates coming to school on the road at this time. Xu Yue didn't twist it, and gave half of the book to Yan Yufeng and asked him to help him hold it.

"I went home early yesterday, I was a little tired, and I went to bed early, but I woke up earlier today." Yan Yufeng replied. Living in this foreign school, there are too few Chinese, and when they meet Chinese, they especially like to talk in Chinese.

"I watched your game, your basketball is very good, I used to like basketball when I was in junior high school in China, but I didn't play well......" Xu Yue didn't feel the estrangement in the face of Yan Yufeng, and the two talked in Chinese.

"By the way, Yan Yufeng, where is your hometown?"

"I, Beiyang knows, Jiangsu."

"Oh, I haven't heard of it, my family is from Shanghai, but when I was a child, I lived with my grandparents, and after graduating from junior high school, I came to my parents in the United States, and now I am still a little unfamiliar with English. Hehe! "The crisp laughter is so clear on campus.

…… The two of them talked and went to the teaching building, "I'm in the 12th class of the first year of high school, come and play with me when you have time!" Bye! Xu Yue took the book in Yan Yufeng's hand and ran into his floor.

"Class 12 of the first year of high school, from Shanghai." Yan Yufeng muttered.

Yan Yufeng also entered the class, only the duty day in the class came early, and he fell into contemplation when he returned to his seat, I don't know what Beiyang looks like now, I lost the final, this year's league should start now, I don't know what will happen to the school team with only Changfeng and Shangzhi left? I heard that Xiang Jie also left.

Yan Yufeng, who was deep in thought, didn't come to his senses until the teacher called his name at the beginning of class, so the scene at the beginning of this chapter occurred.

After this class was over, Yan Yufeng sat next to the window, looking at the men and women coming and going outside the window, a black-haired girl came into his sight, it was Xu Yue, who was talking to a group of girls there and didn't know what to say, looking at it, Yan Yufeng thought of Qin Yan, Su Xue, Qin Lan...... And that barbaric senior sister Lin Lei, these girls have always been very good to themselves, but what about themselves?

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Beiyang vs China Southern Airlines

"Oh my God, where are you going?" In the training ground of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, the sound of basketball hitting the ground kept ringing, and a figure on the field with an elegant figure that made the models envious, saw the ball flying in front of him, but he couldn't catch it, and shouted.

“…… You can't blame me, you can't get it! A boy who was a little short, and looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face was full of childishness, and he said a little aggrieved to the handsome guy.

Smack!

As the applause sounded, a man who was clearly coached said, "Stop." Today's confrontation is here first, 100 fixed-point shots outside the three-point line of Changfeng haven't been done, and Shangzhi hasn't done 20 laps of dribbling around the court, now go and finish it now! The rest of the team is disbanded! ”

The other players looked at the two absolute mainstays of the team, with a little sympathy and a little envy in their eyes.

That's right, this is Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, which was defeated in last year's finals, although it lacks Yan Yufeng and Gao Yuan and others, this year it still relies on the cooperation of Ouyang Shangzhi and Ye Changfeng to reach the quarterfinals of the southern region, and will face the revenge battle of the high school attached to China Southern Airlines.

In last year's game, Ye Shan was ashamed of losing in the hands of a freshman in high school, although he was a senior in high school this year, but he still focused on basketball, and he thought that his skills had improved greatly, but whenever Ye Shan remembered the No. 8 who had left his strength in last year's game, he still needed to look up at him, "Maybe, No. 8 is something I can't surpass!" "Ye Shan will always have such a thought in his heart.

"However, this year, without the No. 8 Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, I will definitely take revenge and blood hatred!"

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"Shangzhi, do you know last year's competition?" Ye Changfeng lowered his head, looked at Ouyang Shangzhi, who was still childish, and asked such a sentence.

"What?" When he played against China Southern Airlines High School last year, Ouyang Shangzhi had not yet followed the team.

"Last year's game was when I was crazy, and this year, I'm going to go crazy and give me more balls." Night Changfeng said firmly.

“ok！” Shangzhi's slightly mischievous smile made Ye Changfeng's nerves relax a little.

"Let's go, it's time to play!" Ye Changfeng, who was already the leader of the first team, waved his hand, and the members of Beiyang Twelfth Middle School entered the venue.

The starting list of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School:

Defender: Ouyang Shangzhi Lin Qing

Striker: Chen Zhichao, the night wind

Center: Han Shaojie

Starting list of China Southern Airlines High School:

Defender: Ye Shan, Xiao Baixing

Forwards: Yang Li Xiao

Center: Zhang Ke

Under the guidance of the referee, the two teams stood on both sides of the middle line, and the two sides shook hands against each other, indicating that friendship comes first and the game comes second.

"I'm going to win this fight!" Ye Shan said such a sentence when facing the long wind of the night.

"Then I have to ask him if he agrees!" Changfeng snorted upward.

"Really? No matter who agrees or disagrees, I will win this game! Ye Shan's expression was a little excited, and he didn't notice the meaning of Ye Changfeng's words at all.

"Toot!" The referee threw the ball into the sky, and Han Shaojie and Zhang Ke both shouted, but after all, Zhang Ke was already a veteran player, and he had much more experience than the freshman Han Shaojie, so he took the first step to move the ball in the direction of Ye Shan.

There was a shout from the audience, the dark horse that was not a dark horse last year, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, was finally defeated by Shanghai Nanyang Model Middle School only because of the injury of the main player No. 8.

China Southern Airlines High School, an old strong team, was defeated in the hands of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School last year, and this year they all came here with a heart of revenge and blood hatred.

"Up!" Ye Shan protected the ball in his hand, dodged Shangzhi's ghostly hand, and shouted.

A shopping struggle began again.

The cheers of the audience were endless, China Southern Airlines High School won the right to attack for the first time, Ye Shan escorted the ball to the top of the three-point line arc, saw Zhang Ke asking for the ball on the inside, shook his wrist slightly, and hoisted the ball to the inside, Zhang Ke tried the strength behind him, Han Shaojie withstood Zhang Ke with a newborn calf spirit who is not afraid of tigers.

"We can't let them score the first goal so easily." Han Shaojie thought so in his heart.

Zhang Ke tried a few times, felt that the power behind him was very strong, and he was a little hesitant in his heart, the first ball could not be lost so easily.

So, he turned around and passed the ball to the captain Ye Shan, who was still hovering around the three-point line.

It is still Ye Changfeng who defends Ye Shan, last year, Ye Shan was not defeated in the hands of Ye Changfeng, but in the hands of Beiyang Twelfth Middle School, "This year, I want to be ashamed!" Ye Shan has always had this in mind to play this game.

Ye Shan looked at Ye Changfeng, who was hunched about a meter in front of him, and took the ball and made two feints in a row, one passing and one shooting.

But the long wind of the night was unmoved. "He's more mature than he was last year!" Ye Shan thought so in his heart.

Over the past year, Ye Shan has been practicing his skills hard, and his learning is simply completely thrown away, and he is confident that his ball skills will never be inferior to anyone.

The breakthrough is actually at that moment, and the key depends on you figuring out where the other party's center of gravity should be at the next moment, and waiting for the opportunity to move.

Although Ye Shan did not deceive Ye Changfeng, he still had the confidence to break through, his right foot accelerated violently, and Ye Changfeng quickly retreated to his left, but Ye Shan suddenly pulled back, dribbled down, and hoisted the ball to his left hand again to stabilize it.

Ye Changfeng's heart was also stable, "His speed and explosive power are much stronger than last year, if it is pure speed, maybe I won't be able to catch up!" ”

But when Ye Shan's right foot was slightly stable but not completely stable, his right foot exerted his strength again, and he accelerated violently, and suddenly passed the night wind that was still stabilizing the center of gravity.

"I want to win!" Ye Shan said to himself in his heart.

Facing Han Shaojie, who was standing in the three-second zone and saw that the night wind had passed, he raised his hands high and waited on his own route.

Ye Shan jumped without flinching and flew to the basket.

A flash of anger flashed in Han Shaojie's eyes, "I look down on people too much!" How can you just make it easy for you to make a layup! Han Shaojie also jumped up with Ye Shan, and stretched out his raised right hand towards the ball in Ye Shan's hand.

But Han Shaojie seemed to see a smile on the corner of Ye Shan's mouth, but suddenly found that when he was still descending, Ye Shan was still flying in the air.

Ye Shan used the strength of his wrist to gently pick the ball, and the ball went in!

The commentator on the sidelines shouted, "The ball is in, the ball is in, and the captain of China Southern Airlines High School, Ye Shan, has a wonderful pass, as well as a beautiful air gliding basket, and is the first to score!" ”

The applause in the stands sounded like thunder, I didn't expect that the High School Affiliated to China Southern Airlines, which was defeated by Beiyang No. 12 Middle School last year, would take the lead in getting points in Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Ye Changfeng patted Han Shaojie on the shoulder, "It's okay, Ye Shan's personal ability is indeed very strong, it's not a big deal to score a goal, haven't I been overcome." ”

Han Shaojie scratched his hair innocently and smiled.

"Wisdom!" Han Shaojie sent the ball out of the bottom line, and at the moment when the ball reached Shangzhi's hand, the entire Beiyang Twelfth Middle School ran up, even Han Shaojie, who had just sent the ball from the bottom line, quickly ran to the front court, and also made a block for Shangzhi by the way.

I saw that in the field of the middle school attached to China Southern Airlines, the players of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School were running non-stop, and Shangzhi slid like a ghost from Xiao Baixing, who came to defend Shangzhi, Xiao Baixing only felt a flower in front of him, and Shangzhi's figure had disappeared from his eyes, but he only saw Shangzhi in the crowd like a butterfly wearing a hundred flowers, playing in the crowd, Ye Shan ran to the road that Shangzhi must pass at the moment when Xiao Baixing was passed, and the horse stepped to a stop, Ye Shan thought that the speed of Shangzhi at the moment must not stop, It seemed inevitable to hit people with the ball, but he didn't expect that Shangzhi really stopped when he ran in front of him, and stood there staring at Ye Shan, Ye Shan reacted suddenly.

"Where's the ball?"

No one saw it, only the night long wind who received the ball reacted at the moment when the ball arrived in front of him, it turned out that Shangzhi had already passed the ball out of Ye Shan's step when he broke through Xiao Baixing, and in the hands of Ye Changfeng who was running back and forth on the bottom line, Ye Changfeng comfortably picked up the ball, and seemed to glance at the basket, and there was almost no one in front of him, "I like the feeling of shooting, Shangzhi, you are getting better and better." ”

The night wind easily sent the ball into the basket.

Just before the surrounding spectators could react, they had already heard the sound of the basket brushing the net, "The ball is in?" The stands asked.

"Captain, I remember, he is Ouyang Shangzhi who shined in the game last year, his speed is very fast, but I heard that the defense seems to be very weak." Xiao Baixing, who was also the defender of the organization, suddenly remembered the number one person in front of him.

"Yes. Got it, "Is the defense weak, hehe, then use you as a breakthrough point."

A gleam flashed in Ye Shan's eyes.

Although Beiyang 12 has the wisdom of the wisdom and the night long wind, but every member of the China Southern Airlines High School has gone through the baptism of the competition, there are still three freshmen in the Beiyang 12th Middle School, the score is rising in a state of stalemate, and the China Southern Airlines High School takes Ye Shan as the main attack point, and frequently finds the direction of Shangzhi.

And Beiyang 12 Zhongzhi suddenly and passed, obviously an all-round guard, just when there was more than a minute left in the first quarter, Shangzhi's offensive assistance had reached six, and the score was also six points, four shots and three hits, and Ye Changfeng also received Shangzhi's pass, including his own breakthrough to get eight points, and the three freshmen also got a few points.

Shangzhi looked up at the clock, there were 22 seconds left, and the ball was stable at the top of the three-point line, in the half of the middle court attached to China Southern Airlines, Ye Changfeng, Chen Zhichao, and Lin Qing kept running, trying to pull out a little crack, and Han Shaojie was stable in the three-second zone.

8 seconds, Shangzhi moved, Xiao Baixing, who was defending Shangzhi, once again felt a flower in front of him, Shangzhi just gently slapped the ball from his right hand to his left hand, shook to the left but accelerated to the right violently, and Xiao Baixing passed through completely.

The half of the middle school attached to China Southern Airlines was chaotic, but the audience saw that the ball had flown towards the basket, Ye Shan looked at the arc and already knew that the ball had been decided.

It turned out that Shangzhi was accelerating to the right at the same time, and had already passed the ball to Lin Qing faintly, Lin Qing once again passed the ball from behind to Ye Changfeng's hand, and the ball reached Ye Changfeng's hand without a trace of stay has reached Chen Zhichao's hand, Chen Zhichao held the ball, and when he looked at the defender's team members who had not yet reacted, he lightly stretched his ape arm and threw the ball into the basket.

"Beautiful!" Shangzhi and Chen Zhichao clapped their hands and slowly walked to their rest area.

Ye Shan looked at the score, 22:24, and actually made their last attack happen. Reverse lead by two points.

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