"This time it's Bu Xiaotian's turn, after covering Zhong Jinyun a few times, this time it's finally his turn to perform!" Mao Li has been more and more excited at this time.

"Yes, the king of Beifu, what kind of performance will the most eye-catching new star of this year bring us, you must know that the military spirit of Nanmo No. 2 Middle School is completely gone." Zheng Kai also became more and more excited the more he explained.

Yes, the commentary is not wrong, the Beifu Army led by Zhong Jinyun and Bu Xiaotian has completely disintegrated everything in Nanmo No. 2 Middle School, their proud defense, the horn of their counterattack, even their supreme audience covered their voices, the entire Nanmo home field lost the passion of the opening, and everyone's face was in disbelief.

They couldn't believe that this was their Nanmo Army.

They can't believe that this is the impregnable wall and unbreakable shield that they are proud of.

They couldn't believe that the person who took what was supposed to be a low-hanging fruit victory from them turned out to be the sworn enemy of the same city, Beifu No. 1 Middle School, the team that was almost slaughtered last year.

Yes, fate seems to have played a joke on them, or the wheel of fortune has been completely reversed.

The misery of last year's opponents has been the same for them this year, those galloping backs are trampling their land, but they have no intention of fighting.

How sad this is.

At this moment, all Nanmo people's faces were full of sorrow, helplessness and regret for their team and the score.

The iron hooves of Beifu have already approached the city, and as soon as the horn sounds, the flag is waved, and thousands of troops and horses pour into the city.

And the long whistle finally rang out, even if I didn't want to.

"Toot ~~~~~~~"

"Well, the game is over, Beifu No. 1 Middle School defeated last year's semi-finals Nanmo No. 2 Middle School by 13 points and advanced to the round of 16." Mao Li stood up and read out the results of the game.

"Yes, the freshmen of Beifu No. 1 Middle School made a wonderful debut in this game, giving us a unique game, which makes us look forward to the next game." Zheng Kai naturally became a fan of Beifu No. 1 Middle School after this game, just like Mao Li.

But after the game was announced, except for the four classes, the audience was silent, and no sound could be heard at all.

The people of Beifu were also in this atmosphere, awkwardly walking to the midfield, according to the usual practice, after the game, the players of both sides must shake hands, but the Beifu players passed, but their hands were hesitant and did not dare to raise them.

After a long time, I heard a clear applause.

Smack, smack.

Everyone hesitated, Zhong Jinyun and Bu Xiaotian stood stunned, it was Su Qi's hands.

The pace is gentle, but it seems like you can hear more.

"Good fight." The tone was calm, but Zhong Jinyun could clearly feel Su Qi's heart, just like fighting on the court, with mixed tastes, just like he once was.

Zhong Jinyun didn't answer, took a step forward in the sky, stretched out his right hand towards Su Qi, and said in his usual tone: "Thank you, you are the same." ”

This time, all the players of Nanmo stretched out their hands, and in their opinion, the result of this game is still very exciting.

Zhong Jinyun stretched out his right hand to Su Qi, and his tone was firm: "Thank you." ”

Su Qi looked at the kid in front of him, his firm eyes, his straight waist, and the momentum that his whole body exuded that could not be underestimated, his restless heart finally calmed down, yes, there will be such a day, I hope this kid can go further.

Suddenly, the audience erupted in long-lost applause, and they saw two talented young people,

(Strength proves everything, and we Nanmo people can also cheer for others.) ）

……

Nanmo Parking Lot.

Everyone in Beifu was about to leave, when suddenly an uncle-like person stumbled in.

A black hand grabbed Zhong Jinyun.

The crowd was shocked.

In broad daylight, molesting women and men from good families. Please, uncle, there are so many girls over there who want me to sign autographs, what are you doing!

Zhong Jinyun was puzzled, so he had to pull his hand away and asked, "I'm sorry, uncle, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Everyone also looked at this disheveled, oily sloppy uncle with interest.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Wuhan Light and Shadow Media, Cao Xi." The uncle pushed his glasses and said, "I hope to give you a visit this time." ”

Yes!

Reporter!

Visit!

Except for those who had already gotten on the bus, everyone present was shocked.

Zhong Jinyun was also a little surprised, but looking at the appearance of this uncle, he still asked half-doubtedly: "May I ask where is your press card?" ”

After asking, I saw Cao Xi groping all over his body, rummaging through his pockets, but he didn't see it.

"Sorry, maybe not." Cao Xi scratched his head and said.

At the same time, a voice was heard in the distance.

"I'm sorry, we don't accept your identity without a press card, we still need to rush back to school, please." Yuan Qi walked over and said. There is no doubt in the words.

Cao Xi wanted to say something, but no one cared about it anymore, and he didn't fit his identity, I'm afraid that no one would believe him too much in being a reporter, oh, no, a down-and-out reporter.

Zhong Jinyun ignored it, got into the car directly, and left Nanmo No. 2 Middle School with everyone, with the qualification for promotion.

That's it, the opening game, the curtain ends.

……

Night.

Nanmo Stadium.

The lights in the hall are still bright, but I can't hear any sound.

The light came, stretching Su Qi's back and extending to the basket, he was silent, and he didn't even change his clothes.

Others say that the shadow is another you, and all your emotions will continue in it, long and melancholy, and then extend to every corner of the court, closed.

Su Qi sat on the side of the court like that, and the basketball stopped at his feet.

Suddenly,

"Brother?"

Su Qi didn't look back, and Su Ying slowly paced to him.

"Brother."

There was another sound, and the ball at his feet rolled, but Su Qi still didn't move.

"Brother!"

Su Ying's voice was a little loud, but it was aggrieved and helpless.

Su Qi turned his head and looked at his sister quietly, his eyes were a little too melancholy, and he even felt strange.

Su Ying sat down and touched her brother's heart.

After a long time, the warm current re-poured into the corners of the eyes.

"Hmm." Su Qi stroked his sister's hair with some caresses, wanting to speak but didn't speak.

Su Ying sat dumbfounded, she could feel her brother's heart, from manic and restless, from incomprehensible, from unacceptable to slowly relieved, to slowly recognized, to acknowledged.

It's like the process of the opening game that has just ended, and in the face of the sudden genius, these emotions are like an overnight explosion, all pouring out.

Yes, in this game, Zhong Jinyun is the winner, and Beifu is the winner.

Admit!

It's such a difficult but necessary thing.

Only then will you be motivated and hopefully better.

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Author's Note: The Battle of Nanmo is over, and what will follow will be a slightly longer short story, which is also the next battle.

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