(I want to experience the spiraling self, to put myself in a place where there is no solution and no way out, and to clench a fist of self in the constant voluntary abandonment.) —Anonymous)

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The announcement of the arrival of the plane sounds.

Zhong Jinyun propped up his waist, but unexpectedly woke up the girl next to him.

The girl was also stunned, pulled her head away from Zhong Jinyun's shoulder, and casually explained what she had just done: "I'm sorry." ”

Zhong Jinyun said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm sleeping anyway." ”

After speaking, the two got off the plane with their luggage.

All the way to the front and back, although there are no words, but they enter the same subway station together, take the same subway, and then get out of the subway station, and actually enter the same area.

The girl was the first to ask: "You are also here for Wukesong?" ”

Zhong Jinyun replied: "Yes." ”

"Then you're the ball." The girl was about to ask, but was interrupted by Zhong Jinyun's mobile phone ringtone.

Zhong Jinyun turned around to answer the phone, and the two parted by mistake.

"Do you want to go straight to the locker room?"

Zhong Jinyun asked on the phone.

"Yes, come on, the afternoon game is about to start."

Mu Shangtian replied on the other side of the phone, his voice full of anxiety.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Zhong Jinyun hung up the phone and ran.

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Bukfu locker room.

Pushing the door in, everyone was discussing tactics and analyzing the opponent, as if no one cared about Zhong Jinyun's incursion, which seemed to be different from before

"Come here."

Mu Shangtian greeted in a low voice.

Zhong Jinyun moved towards that side in embarrassment, but when he was getting closer, he was shocked by a cold light, and Bu Xiaotian was looking at him.

Mei Qian is still analyzing the opponent's situation: "Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School is a team that focuses on defensive counterattacks, they are good at small and fast ball style, the team's running and shooting are extremely good, now I want you to pay attention to their ......"

After the half-hour discussion, Zhong Jinyun thought that he could say hello to everyone, but Mei Qian waved and motioned for him to go out and talk.

Zhong Jinyun drooped and walked towards the door.

Outside the door.

"What, the team lost!"

Zhong Jinyun was surprised.

He didn't expect this result, and the difference in the score surprised him even more.

"Coach, I'm sorry."

In a panic, Zhong Jinyun hurriedly apologized, he must be responsible for the team's first defeat.

Mei Qian frowned and said, "Now is not the time to apologize, you need to pay attention to the upcoming game now." ”

Zhong Jinyun naturally knew, and nodded hurriedly.

There is a reason for Meiqian's nervousness, Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School is the top eight of the last national competition, with very strong strength, although the strength of the old senior high school group has been greatly reduced, but it is still the champion of the Fujian Division, all the way to the king without hindrance, and the experience of the competition is a magic weapon for them to win.

Originally, Mei Qian didn't worry about her lack of experience, but after the first game, such worries increased, and the team was obscene, nervous, and seemingly out of shape at all, which really made her wonder why.

"So am I starting this time?"

Zhong Jinyun asked.

Missy hesitated.

This problem was not possible in the past, but now Mei Qian has to think about it, and fatigue has to travel from the United States to Beijing, so Mei Qian has to consider Zhong Jinyun's physical condition and competitive state.

"To be on the safe side, you will be substituted this time."

Mei Qian decided.

"Yes."

Zhong Jinyun responded.

"By the way, do you know what's going on with Whistling Days? His form is very unpromising. ”

Miasie asked suddenly.

"Uh,"

Zhong Jinyun hesitated and did not answer.

"Let's go ahead and prepare."

Mei Qian didn't press on.

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Outside the locker room of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School.

"Brother."

There are female voices.

"How did you get back?" Li Xingjue replied, "Don't call me first." ”

"I found out on the Internet that my brother had a game today, so I came back early."

The girl laughed.

"Hehe, I'm tired all the way."

Li Xingjue smiled.

His sister cares about herself, although it's not the first time she's traveled long distances to watch a game.

"Yo yo. Sister Mu Xin came to see the captain's game again. ”

Suddenly, there were more people around.

"I see, it's coming to see me, haha."

Someone laughed again.

"Jing Yan, you're enough."

Li Xingjue reluctantly stopped.

"By the way, brother, I heard that you lost the last game, so what about the next one?"

Li Muxin asked.

Li Xingjue replied: "I ran into Hebei last time, and there is really nothing I can do, but this one should be fine." ”

"Your opponents?"

Li Muxin then asked.

"The team in Hubei, I heard that the unknown team that lost to Tianjin in the last game, it is estimated that it is a tourist team."

Teammate Jing Yan interjected.

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Wukesong Gymnasium.

The audience has entered, and everyone could not have imagined that such a small high school national competition, following the opening game, there are still as many as 10,000 people to watch the game, in the cheers, the two teams have appeared one after another, the commentary is warming up for everyone, and the first game of the lower bracket is coming.

Grandstand.

"I didn't expect you to rush to Beijing in such a hurry to watch a game."

Zhong Feixuan said.

"Hehe, don't you want to see what your brother's strength is?"

Ghostblade laughed.

"Of course I do."

Zhong Feixuan put his gaze back on the court, the familiar 'No. 24' white jersey seemed so dazzling to him, but he turned his head sideways and asked tentatively, "I see, you didn't come to see him, did you?" ”

"Huh."

Ghost Blade didn't answer again. Less talk is his standard.

So Zhong Feixuan naturally didn't know that in his eyes, the thin boy in the white jersey of 'No. 3' had already taken away all his attention.

Another stand.

"He's finally here."

Xie Yingyi handed the water to his brother beside him.

The life of college students is relatively free, and the Xie brothers and sisters simply came to Beijing to watch the game, of course, there is another reason, the obsession of the elder brother.

"Such a stage, envy."

Xie Cangxing said with emotion.

The grandstand of the refueling group of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School.

Li Muxin took a sip of water, looked at the scene with burning eyes, but took a look at a person, and said in his heart: It turns out that you are our opponent.

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The warm-up is over, the team salute is over, the players return to the team, the commentary is in place, and everything is ready.

The screen brushed the starting lineups of the two teams, and the scene was boiling.

Beifu No. 1 Middle School.

Head Coach: Chen Meiqian

PG: Wess (2)

SG: Mu Shangtian (20)

SF: Whistling Sky (23)

PF: Li Yuan (10)

C: Li Qiang (15)

Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School.

Head Coach: Li Haiming

PG: Lord Lee (1)

SG: Xu Lang (2)

SF: Zhao Xunbin (3)

PF: Yang Haoming (4)

C: Jing Yan (5)

In the field.

Mu Shangtian glanced at the black team uniform of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, and then said to Bu Xiaotian, who was not far away: "The jerseys are all so serial numbers, don't you want to be so rigid and boring." ”

Whistling didn't respond.

"Focus!"

Captain Li Yuan reminded.

"Yes!"

Drink in unison.

Everyone returned to their seats.

Honk!

The referee blows the whistle.

Zhong Jinyun locked his eyes tightly, and said excitedly in his heart: "My game is coming!" ”

The crowd cheered, the basketball soared into the air, and the players on both sides jumped hard.

The white night is dark, the sword roars for a long time, the ball wind is about to rise, and the killing intent has been decided!

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Author's Note: Get your tissues ready and let's get to the pitch together. From tomorrow, it will be updated promptly at 12 p.m. every night until the end of this game.