Beijing.

Wukesong Gymnasium.

With Miss Jin's order.

The whole audience suddenly became dark, and the lights were all gone, except for the screen above the center.

Everyone raised their heads, thinking that the stadium was holding some kind of ceremony.

The team members in Beifu also raised their heads together, looked up at everything on the screen, their eyes lit up with the light, and through the huge screen, they seemed to travel into time and space, and returned to the position on the screen with the camera.

It was the New Generation Gymnasium, an old arena that only they knew.

And the person the camera is aimed at is standing on the high rostrum, shouting in front of the surging crowd under the stage.

The man,

It's Liu Xiyun.

And they,

Heard her voice, heard the voice coming from their big rear, that was what they wanted to hear the most.

……

"Why? Why? ”

"Why are we able to gather around when they were founded two years ago, and turn our backs on them at this moment?"

"Why can we shout that we are from Beifu when they have completed one great victory after another, and at this moment, we have to draw a line with them?"

"Why, we can only appreciate their supreme light forever, but we can't accept them helpless in the night?"

"Why, you're depriving us of the effort we have done for this team, even if it's just a little bit, that's what they want most, isn't it!"

The voice complained, the throat trembled, the body trembled, the heart trembled for it.

Whether it was the team far away in Beijing, or the students in the stadium at this time, whether it was Cao Xi and them outside the field, or the teachers with fierce faces at this time, they all listened.

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, Teacher Chen, who was cross-waisted, also made a lot of effort and yelled at Liu Xiyun on the rostrum.

"What do you know!"

"A bad team, pretending every day, not good at football, but because of the scandal, this is the team you support?"

Teacher Chen continued to cross his waist and said, with a domineering expression.

"They are students, learning is their vocation, and the school is for them to learn, not for them to do whatever they want, to compete for a championship!"

"If you want to stay in school, you have to disband and go back to study with us!"

Teacher Chen suddenly yelled at the audience,

"All students, if you still want to study, if you don't want your parents to know, go back with me!"

After speaking, Mr. Chen pointed to the gate of the arena and shouted, "Immediately, immediately, go back!" ”

The stunned students, at this moment, seemed to be cowardly again, and walked towards the gate step by step like walking corpses, in their opinion, it was too self-sufficient to resist the authority of the teacher as students.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Liu Xiyun looked at the crowd who consciously walked towards the gate, her eyes were ruddy, and she screamed out her throat, but still no one paid attention to her, she was so small, so small that a teacher's words could drown out all her efforts, and a sentence could make all the ideas she had worked so hard to come up with go down the drain.

"Don't go!"

"Stop!"

"Come back!"

Liu Xiyun squatted down heartbrokenly, tears streaming out of her eyes.

And everyone who was far away at the scene of Wukesong Stadium chose to be silent at this moment. Miss Jin, who witnessed all the process, picked up the goblet in front of the table with satisfaction, raised her eyebrows at the man next to her, and whispered, "for-the-in." ”

Yes, it's all over.

When all the students walked towards the door, when Liu Xiyun shouted 'stay' on the stage with a gray face, and when the teachers counted the students proudly, the winner was already clear.

The school will not recognize the losers, nor will they welcome them back, or even be willing to meet them.

In Beijing, Mei Qian and Guangyan, all the Beifu team members, those hearts that have just gathered together, each of them stares at the screen, no matter how strong their hearts are, they are speechless at this moment.

……

But

When everything came to the end of the coffin, there was a person who had been silent but went against the flow of people pouring out.

In the moment when everyone was dumbfounded, Ning Kangyi pushed away the teacher next to him and turned on the power.

The screen in the new-generation gymnasium slowly lit up again.

"You're crazy!"

Xia Ziyan, who was witnessing his actions, shouted in surprise.

Doesn't doing this kind of thing mean confronting the teacher!

Teacher Chen wanted to roar again, but the teacher behind him was about to step forward and pull off the electric switch, but a voice came from the scene.

On the screen, those familiar faces appeared one by one, those ruddy eyes were in front of them, and the students who were about to leave in the stadium looked back at those eyes, looking at each other one by one.

At this moment, there is no longer a screen, there is no longer distance, and those who are cheering around seem to be on the scene, looking at their team affectionately.

Slowly, everyone stopped.

In the picture, those tired and fragile bodies, those eyes that yearn for support, and the hearts that have been beating more than once, are all longing for them, longing for them who have stood firmly in the rear from the beginning.

They remembered that when the home team turned the tables and defeated the imperial capital, Zhong Jinyun roared to the sky;

They remembered that when they faced off against Tianqi No. 6, Bu Xiaotian fought hard;

They remembered the astonishing speed of the Assassin of Death; They remembered that the Beifu Divine Shooting shot was three points deadly; They remembered the captain's responsibility; remembered all that the former members had fought for;

They remembered that before the countless expeditions, they would shout the blessing of "triumphant return" to them.

Therefore, when they fall behind, in times of adversity, and when they are anxious, they will believe that the players they support all the time will stand up!

Ning Kangyi said to the screen of the arena in a voice that could be heard by the whole audience,

"The competition is coming, and I will devote myself to Beifu from now on, living and dying together. Never give up, never lose, never despair. I dedicate my life and glory to Beifu, all I have to do is to be the thirteenth person in the team, and stand behind you all the time, cheering for you! ”

"Today, **** is the same."

After speaking, I saw Ning Kang raise his right hand, twist it into a fist, and ram it into his heart.

Words are enough to pierce everyone's heart and stir up the blood waiting to boil in their bodies.

At that moment, Liu Xiyun also stood up, everyone in the fourth class puffed up their chests, and all the students on the scene turned their heads, and in the posture of a warrior, they raised their right hands high, twisted into fists, and slammed into their hearts.

They shouted in unison,

"Today, **** is the same."

At that moment, outside the door of the New Generation Gymnasium, more students suddenly poured in, and even more and more students stood outside the field, they were the first year of high school and the third year of high school that had already been notified.

They also shouted,

"Today, **** is the same."

In the crowd, a tall figure slowly walked in, and everyone was shocked, even the high-spirited teacher did not dare to dissuade him.

He is the headmaster of Beifu.

But what he did at this time was just what a person from Beifu should do.

He looked at the screen and said in a kind voice: "Children, compare and fight, we will always be behind you, cheering for you!" ”

With that, he raised his old right hand with great solemnity, tried to twist it into a fist, and then slammed it into his chest.

All of this was covered by Cao Xi's accidental footage, which was broadcast to the scene.

And the Beifu team members at the scene, each of them had moist eyes, and they heard those people who were thinking about it for a long time saying to them,

'We'll always be there'

So they firmly, highly, raised their right hands, twisted them into fists, and slammed them into their hearts.

They burst into tears, their bodies trembled, they roared with all their might,

"It's like this today, **** is the same!"

……

So back to the beginning, I want to ask you,

"How many players are on a high school basketball team?"

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Author's note: The youthful madness series is over. Leave your impressions~