If you thought it was just a pretty ordinary school basketball novel. Hmph, then you're too naïve~)

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Center Garden in New York, USA, adidas World U16 Basketball Championship.

Three-on-three, eight-in-four.

Score, 27:43. Time, 3:12.

"You lose, drag this crippled left leg and roll home." "Bullfighting champions, it's a shame for us Chinese." "Go home and study hard, basketball is not for you, you know!" The person who said these three sentences was one of the top three of the three against eight, the captain of the flint meteor team. And the person who swallowed these three sentences alive was sitting on the ground with his head bowed, holding his left ankle with his hand in his hand, and looking at his own ankle through gritted teeth. The bright red oblique bangs covered the pair of indifferent black eyes, and the body was emaciated, and even the number 24 on the back of the jersey couldn't stand up. The teammate was already panicked, and could only look at him blankly from behind, the back was suddenly too unfamiliar, for fear of reaching out to violate, for fear of turning back to be a stranger.

His name is Zhong Jinyun, and he is the champion of the bullfighting in this competition.

But in this three-on-three quarterfinals, with more than 3 minutes left in the second half, he accidentally injured his ankle. If you give him a chance to get up and fight again, if you give him a few more balls, if you ......

I don't know how long it took, but he slowly moved his body and slowly stood up on his own half-propped ground. didn't look up, turned around, and left a sentence: You win, I'll quit.

Exit, end an era of your own rising, end a dream that you look forward to.

The teammates were stunned for a long time before they stepped forward to support the young man who wanted to fall.

That's it, without waiting for teammates. I stepped on the plane back to China by myself. The pair of shoes that symbolize the world's strongest heads-up strength, the only pair of shoes made by Adidas in the world, together with the basketball dream of this teenager named Zhong Jinyun, were thrown in the United States and on the court of the central garden. No matter the rain or shine, he will not go back. He quit the ......

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On the balcony of a residential building in Wuhan with good conditions, the early birds chirped, the road was mixed with the sound of the breeze, the sun only showed half of its head, and the warm sunrise greeted Zhong Jinyun's face, which was angular, a little ruffian, and a little handsome.

Even though he has been in the hospital for the past 4 months, even if he has never touched a basketball, he is still used to getting up early, and the basketball that woke him up is still there, lying quietly in the corner of the balcony. Narrow, high, neatly placed all kinds of award certificates, trophies, shoes, elbow pads, wrist pads, everything related to basketball, all lying quietly there. But it had been a long time since he had passed, just watched from afar, and then learned to sigh melancholy.

"I'm going to class, it's been almost a month since school started." Mom shouted.

"Come on."

"I'll play campus basketball in the future, and I'll never play games again." He said this if nothing to the basketball.

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Beifu No. 1 Middle School.

The campus is still like that, full of the smell of youth. The sunlight sneaked out of the leaves, reflecting on every childish and innocent face. The sound of the bell came out in the distance and wandered around the campus, and the sound of reading still did not disappear for a long time. Every teenager is going to go to high school. High school, defined as the last age of adolescence. That's a place where their dreams and sweat really coexist.

On the way to the teaching building, Zhong Jinyun always heard the sound of the racket suddenly, and his eyes always looked in the direction of the court.

This No. 1 High School court is a place to record every moment of my efforts for basketball. The first touch, the first shot, the first shot, the first goal, the first layup, the first crossover. His sweat flowed everywhere, his smell was in every corner, and his dreams set sail there.

He once said that he wanted to take basketball as his life's pursuit, and he once said that he wanted to enter this place in high school and win the national championship on behalf of No. 1 High School. He once said that he was going to the United States. He once said......

Every time I think of this, it always makes Zhong Jinyun feel sad.

He is not such a sad person, off the basketball court, he is a confident and cheerful person, likes to deal with people, and calls a group of friends brothers, although he has a bad appearance, he is also a fairly simple person, and he doesn't like to care. But on the basketball court, he is the inviolable winner, his face is always cold, competitive, and he likes to finish the game by himself. At that moment, basketball was a weapon that made people bow down. He is proud.

"Hey, lift your spirits. I'm going to see my classmates soon. Remember, smile, smile. "Mom's nagging is here again.

"Okay, who am I, right?"

"You kid, it's better to hit harder, otherwise the tail will be in the sky."

"Got it! In terms of study, I don't want to lag back, English and math are right. ”

"Okay, let's go to class, Mom will send you here."

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4 classes in the first year of high school, typical science classes. Of course, there are no sports special admissions in it.

I have to say that the classes of this school, classes 1 to 4 are science Olympiad classes, which belong to the classes with better grades in science. Classes 5 to 10 belong to the parallel science classes, and students with average science grades are among them. Classes 11 to 14 are parallel classes in the liberal arts. Class 15 is the Liberal Arts Olympiad. Class 16 is a special recruitment class, that is, a class where some students with special skills are together.

Maybe it's because he hasn't been to school for a long time, Zhong Jinyun, who has always been bold, is a little timid. Standing in front of the door, he didn't dare to push the door in.

"What are you doing, getting in my way." A soprano voice came. Following the sound, Zhong Jinyun saw a girl in a pure white shirt running towards him excitedly. I didn't react for a while, and I was hit squarely.

"Oh, I'll go, who are you?" Zhong Jinyun replied angrily, as for the rude tone, most of it was a reaction to a little pain in his left foot.

Without waiting for the girl to answer, the door was opened. The teacher inside was looking at the two students who were staring at each other in amazement, and of course the whole class was watching together. When the girl saw this posture, she didn't have anything to say, she glared angrily, and shouted "Hello teacher." And he hid in it.

Fortunately, I met and talked to this teacher Liu in advance, that is, the head teacher of class 4. Zhong Jinyun was also led in by the teacher. Along with it, the class bell rang.

"Students, it was a little accident just now, and now I want to introduce a new classmate to you." Teacher Liu looked back at Zhong Jinyun kindly, for some reason, Zhong Jinyun was very much like her son when he was in high school. Is this fate?

"Teacher, I'll do it myself." Zhong Jinyun straightened his white shirt and put on his glasses. Walk forward. Smiling and wearing glasses, Zhong Jinyun always remembered these two points of his mother.

With your glasses on, you look like a reader. In fact, Zhong Jinyun usually wears it when he reads books, watches TV, and surfs the Internet, but he usually doesn't wear it, and more than 200 degrees is not high. But there is a kind of hazy beauty in looking at people.

Smile yes, you just bow down to my brother and my bad charming smile.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhong Jinyun."

Outside the window, a birdsong sounds, maple leaves fall, and the morning sun is on the branches.

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Author's note: In all fairness, the novel starts with 44 chapters, and the writing will be a little better, and the previous writing style is a bit immature. In addition, take a little time to watch a game in the dead of night, and I believe you will be enthusiastic~

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