(Shadow is born of light, light is there because of shadow, and shimmering light is indispensable.) ）

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Honk!

A whistle sounded in the huge Wukesong Gymnasium, accompanied by the two opposing emotions of sadness and excitement, and told everyone at the scene that the first half of Beifu No. 1 Middle School and Shanghai Qiming No. 3 Middle School was over.

The players of the two teams under the director's camera walked towards the locker room one after another, and the commentary desk also analyzed the current situation for the audience during this halftime break.

Studio.

"Although Zhong Jinyun, the scoring guard of Beifu No. 1 Middle School, did not play in the first half, Beifu No. 1 Middle School, which was more excellent in tactical execution, was led by the team's core Bu Xiaotian, with a 42-31, 11-point advantage over Shanghai Qiming No. 3 Middle School at halftime." Shao Jia took the game record book and said, "Then please ask Director He to talk about the situation in the first half." ”

The right to speak was naturally extradited from Shao Jia's mouth to He Shaoping. Since commenting on the quarterfinals, Shao Jia's commentary skills have also been greatly improved, which makes He Shaoping feel a lot of relief.

"Let's first look at the scene in the first half of Qiming No. 3 Middle School." He Shaoping professionally cut several key replays in the first half, and these replays all pointed to the captain of Qiming No. 3 Middle School, Feng Ze. Subsequently, He Shaoping said: "In fact, judging from the handling of these balls, the captain Feng Ze, who is the brain and tactical commander of the team, is completely out of shape. For example, this ball not only wasted Li Zhehan's successful run, but also delayed the timing of the ball, causing the second ball to be successfully tackled by Jing Ke, who was in the opposite position, and counterattacked to score. Another example is this ball, Qiming No. 3 Middle School successfully defended and won the rebound, and the ball came to Feng Ze's hands in the first time, at this time No. 20 teammate Wang Ruocheng succeeded from the right wing, but Feng Ze, who is extremely good at long passes, missed this great opportunity and dribbled to the frontcourt, and Beifu No. 1 Middle School has already successfully retreated, and this opportunity has unfortunately passed. ”

"So in other words, is Feng Ze, the captain of Qiming No. 3 Middle School, the lack of form in the first half the main reason for the team's backwardness?" Shao Jia asked.

"Basically, you can think so." He Shaoping replied.

"So, what are the reasons why Beifu No. 1 Middle School can achieve such a big advantage in the first half?" Shao Jia asked again.

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The locker room of Qiming No. 3 Middle School.

After falling behind in the first half, the atmosphere of the team was naturally not good.

However, Qiming No. 3 Middle School is a frequent visitor to the national competition, what wind and waves have not been seen, although it is now backward, but the players still do not have much emotional fluctuations, and still listen to the coach's arrangements for the second half while resting.

And Fengze, who has always been calm, seemed a little careless at this time.

Li Zhehan, who has been a teammate for many years, noticed it early in the morning and took the initiative to hand over a bottle of water to Fengze.

"Huh?" Feng Ze was a little absent-minded, and was stunned for a moment before taking the water.

"Something?" Li Zhehan asked.

"It's fine." Feng Ze took a sip of water, pretending to be relaxed.

"Cut, come less, I think you're just too preoccupied." Li Zhehan said without hesitation. With his understanding of Feng Ze, a slight change in Feng Ze's expression, Li Zhehan can read the emotional change in it.

Feng Ze saw that he was seen through, and hurriedly replied: "It's nothing to pull." Then he had no choice but to leave Li Zhehan behind and walk to the other side.

Li Zhehan followed up and asked, "Feng Ze, don't hide it, let me ask you, are you nervous?" ”

Nervousness, for a veteran who has participated in national competitions every year for three years of high school, is funnier than a joke. What's more, he's a good wind!

He is known for his calm view of the overall situation, and in this national arena, it is ridiculous to say that anyone is nervous than to say that he is nervous, so if it weren't for Li Zhehan, who would have thought that the star captain who played abnormally in the first half of this game would have such an on-the-spot reaction?

"Hmm." But Feng Ze nodded after being asked.

Without waiting for Li Zhehan to ask, Feng Ze asked rhetorically in a tone that made people sound like he was suppressing his emotions: "I have never encountered such a clear opportunity for promotion, don't you say?" ”

As soon as Feng Ze said this, Li Zhehan beside him quickly fell into contemplation.

Isn't Kazezawa right?

No, he's right, it's just too right.

Looking back on the history of Shanghai Qiming No. 3 Middle School, the best result in the national competition is the top four, and Feng Ze and Li Zhehan have never been able to break through this result in the past two years. In the semi-finals of the national competition in the first year of high school, they met the biggest favorite to win the championship, the Jingshi National, and ended in a fiasco, and finally witnessed the Jingshi National winning the championship. A year later, in the national competition, the 'Golden Backfield' became famous all over the country, and they were full of confidence and were bound to bring the championship back to Shanghai, but they unexpectedly met the white-haired Xiao Qi, who met God and Buddha that year, and reluctantly returned to school early.

"Zhehan, I might as well tell you. I met them two years ago, and I knew before the game that we were probably going to be here this time. "So I played well because I didn't have that much pressure on me and I didn't have a lot of expectations." The hard power is there, right? ”

"Hmm." Li Zhehan nodded.

"But this year is different. Xiao Qi: They lost, and we met a team that was younger than us. Seriously, I've never felt so confident that this time it was finally our turn. Feng Ze said this, and paused for a long time before continuing: "I think we can finally fulfill our promise to those seniors who left, and we are finally no longer stagnant. ”

Speaking of which, Feng Ze's eyes seemed to appear in front of the seniors they sent away, and each senior would say to him with confidence at the departure ceremony:

Next year, you will surpass us. ’

"But when I think about it, I fight so badly." Kazezawa shook his head regretfully, he was not satisfied with his state today.

How could Li Zhehan on the side not understand, he saw Feng Ze's self-blaming expression, and he was uncomfortable.

Feng Ze put too much pressure on himself.

"Feng Ze, how many years have we been together?" Just when the atmosphere was about to fall into irreparable sadness, Li Zhehan suddenly asked such a question to Feng Ze.

Feng Ze thought for a while, then replied, "Counting this year, there are six years." ”

Hearing such an answer, Li Zhehan stretched out his hand with a smile, put it on Feng Ze's shoulder forcefully, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's been six years." ”

They are right, the backcourt partner who debuted in junior high school has been fighting together for six years until this year.

"For the past six years, before every game, you've used to saying to me, 'Go ahead, give it your all!' But today, you didn't say it. "You don't know how important this sentence is to me, he is almost the source of my indomitability in the ring." ”

"Zhehan." Feng Ze's eyes were full of gratitude to Li Zhehan.

"So, this time it's me." Li Zhehan raised the hand that fell on Feng Ze's shoulder, slapped it twice vigorously, and then said,

"Come on, go all out!"

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Locker room of Beifu No. 1 Middle School.

For the team's performance in the first half, Mei Qian was naturally satisfied. In the absence of Zhong Jinyun's congenital disadvantage, she can still strongly suppress the old strong team Shanghai Qiming No. 3 Middle School, and the closed training organized by her has been regarded as a preliminary result.

Then take it all at once!

Maisie quickly made adjustments for the second half, and the players also regained their strength quickly in the dressing room. In the national competition, they have almost never led in the half, and their confidence is naturally much higher this time.

Everyone has a 'I want to win' symbol written on their faces, and they are full of confidence.

But at this time, the calm atmosphere of waiting was broken by Jing Ke's whispered inquiry, and he whispered to Mu Shangtian beside him: "Do you think Brother Yun will see our game?" ”

Just when Mu Shangtian didn't know how to answer, an abrupt figure flashed to the door of the locker room, and everyone in the locker room heard the long-lost voice as if in a dream.

"Coach, I'm late."

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The camera returns to the basketball court in Wukesong, and the two teams return to the court from the locker room amid the cheers and shouts of the audience.

It's just that at the moment when Beifu No. 1 Middle School entered, the audience erupted in an uproar, and even the director's camera was aimed at the team of Beifu No. 1 Middle School for the first time.

Feng Ze and Li Zhehan were surprised unexpectedly: "What! He's here! ”

"Cut, this guy." A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yichen's mouth.

"The show is about to begin." Yan Anxun of the Jingshi State sat up straight.

“key-player？” Someone was communicating in English, and the words 'Oak-Hill-High-School' were written behind them.

"Interesting." Xiao Qi, who was next to the crossbar in the distance, smiled evilly. 、

"The soul of Beifu is here." He Shaoping in the broadcast studio read word by word.

Almost everyone couldn't believe their eyes, so much so that those who were supposed to be focused on the field locked their eyes on this person at this moment. That person's body was full of the unknown expectations of everyone on the scene for him, those expectations full of hope.

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The breath moves with the heartbeat, and the blood flows through the body.

The white elbow pad was tight on my right arm, the shoes under my feet were already ready to try, and the white robes on my body were looking forward to the wind of the arena, they longed for the arena as life longed for breathing.

I've never looked forward to the game as much as I do now, and I feel like I've heard them cheering on and my heart is pounding.

I will not fail them, and I will not fail myself.

Who is the master of ups and downs?

My Lord rises and falls!

"I'm coming!" Zhong Jinyun took a deep breath.

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In the stands far from the stadium, a touch of cyan is eye-catching.

Yujia looked at the white robe with a very complicated look. After a long time, the person next to her reminded her: "Miss, the airport is urging us." ”

And Yu Jia's eyes seemed to contain a taste of extreme reluctance, and she sighed instead: "Let's play well." ”

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Honk!

The whistle sounds, and the prancing horse shoots!

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(End of chapter)