Shan Mingtang came back from "breathing" and found that Qian Kun had already "trained" on the court, snorted, didn't say anything, still with an expression of "it's none of my business", walked to the position just now, stepped on the plastic seat, and sat directly on the back of the chair with his pocket inserted.

He looked at Qian Kun, who was constantly retreating and defending with No. 14 No. 14 on the field, and boredly guessed what Qian Kun was saying to the other party.

Fan Yan stood behind Fan Qing, and the second round just turned into him attacking and Qian Kun defending.

"Fan Yan, right? Are you at odds with that Fan Qing of your team? Qian Kun asked Fan Yan with a gossipy face.

Seeing that Fan Yan was not going to deal with him, Qian Kun didn't feel bored, and continued: "I see that you have to practice shooting by one more than No. 5 to finish, and even the sliding step is one step faster than No. 5, and even when you practiced one-on-one to break through just now, you insisted on being in a group with him, but unfortunately, No. 5 is obviously better than you?" ”

"My training stats are better than his." Fan Yan couldn't help but retort.

"Better than him? Didn't you notice that he let you? It's really funny~" Qian Kun ruthlessly pierced it, and showed a little sneer.

This time, he stepped on Fan Yan's soft underbelly, and Fan Yan "gargled" to restrain his forward pace and turned into dribbling on the spot.

Qian Kun also stopped retreating all of a sudden, stretched his arms, and maintained a defensive posture to face Fan Yan.

At the moment when the two of them met their eyes, Fan Yan moved!

Starting again, Fan Yan approached Qian Kun, who was two heads taller than him, and at the moment of getting close, Qian Kun quickly adjusted the position of his feet and stuck Fan Yan's way forward.

But Fan Yan didn't hit it hard, but chose to follow a retreat step, and the body changed to a backward followed by a back and turned around and swayed!

Fan Yan's speed was very fast, and he surpassed Qian Kun's defense in one step!

Fan Yan, who broke into the three-point line, took three steps easily, ready to complete the final layup, but he didn't expect Qian Kun to suddenly appear on his side, and Qian Kun, who was running sideways, kept staring sideways at him with an eerie smile, which made him feel creepy!

In a flash, Qian Kun had already run to his right front, and the basketball had already hurried out!

Fan Yan watched Qian Kun jump high and slapped the rising basketball!

The fast-spinning basketball was suddenly blocked by the reverse force, and instantly turned into an "iron ball" without rotation, smashing towards Fan Yan's position!

"Fan Yan!" Fan Qing shouted, startling Fan Yan, who was stunned in place!

By the time he reacted, the basketball had smashed his left thigh!

"Ahh Fan Yan exhaled in pain, and instantly bent down and pressed his thigh!

The pain continued to spread, and Fan Yan even felt that every muscle in the front of his thigh was being roasted by fire again.

Hot, hot!

The movement here also attracted the attention of the sixteenth middle school, Wang Yu, who had been watching the situation here, naturally witnessed the whole process, and when Wang Lizhong, who was unaware, turned his head and saw the situation on the field, he blurted out a shout: "Xixi!" ”

When Fan Qing carried Fan Yan to the sidelines, Wei Chi Xiran had already pushed Wang Lizhong to arrive, and Wang Lizhong was holding two ice packs and a towel in his hands.

Qian Kun looked at Fan Yan, who was carried off the field, and helplessly spread his hands in the stands.

This action has been seen by all the people in One.

Li Tao rushed over and grabbed Qian Kun's shirt: "What are you pretending to be innocent?!" You just did it on purpose! ”

"Heaven and earth conscience, I really subconsciously blocked~" Qian Kun defended aggrievedly, "That guy suddenly rushed over, isn't this a defense training?" He rushed over and almost knocked me down, but I just subconsciously made up for it. ”

"! I saw it all! Li Tao's fist swung into the air and was stopped by Wang Yu, who rushed over.

"You let go of me! Let me teach him a lesson! Li Tao shouted at Wang Yu.

"Who do you want to let you go?!" Wang Yu roared back louder, and Li Tao suddenly saw that it was not his teammates who were stopping him, but his new "master" Wang Yu.

After the two walked away, Qian Kun was surprised to take a look at the curly-haired young man who was not tall, not strong, and had the word "Wang Yu" written on his back.

After Zhang Daqing sprayed Fan Yan with Yunnan Baiyao, Wang Lizhong handed over an ice pack, and the two worked together to fix the ice pack on the front of Fan Yan's smashed thigh with a towel.

After the treatment is completed, Fan Yan must be taken to the hospital for examination as soon as possible, because none of them can say whether the injury is serious or not.

After a brief discussion, Du Kai picked up Fan Yan, followed behind Wang Lizhong and Wei Chi Xiran, and walked out of the stadium.

Zhang Daqing walked towards Qian Kun, who was standing on the side with an indifferent face. Qian Kun saw Zhang Daqing coming over and shouted, "Teacher, I'm not ......"

"Smack!"

The crisp slap sound made the basketball hall, which was still a little noisy just now, instantly silent.

Everyone looked at Zhang Daqing, and Shan Mingtang in the stands also stood up from his chair.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Zhang Daqing "snapped" and gave Qian Kun another slap on his backhand!

Qian Kun covered his face and spat blood out of his mouth, but he still had a prodigal and nonchalant chuckle on his face: "It's not appropriate for a teacher to hit a student, right?" ”

"You can fight back." As he spoke, Zhang Daqing slapped again.

Duan Cheng quickly stopped between the two, and persuaded Zhang Daqing in his mouth: "Teacher Zhang, forget it, don't worry about the child, forget it......"

"Forget it?" Zhang Daqing pushed Duan Cheng away and slapped Qian Kun in the face again!

"You can fight back!" Zhang Daqing roared, his eyes glaring at Qian Kun angrily!

"Forget it, let's settle it." Qian Kun rubbed the corners of his mouth that had been broken by Zhang Daqing, and shouted to Shan Mingtang, who was standing very high and overlooking all this: "Fan, let's go!" We are not welcomed. ”

Shan Mingtang jumped over the two rows of seats in one step and landed gently on the aisle between the two rows of seats.

Walking out of the gymnasium of No. 1 Middle School, Shan Mingtang picked up two cans of ice cola from the unmanned vending machine and put one of the cans directly on the left side of the money's face.

Qian Kun took the Coke, directly pulled the pull ring, and poured two sips.

"You deserve it, look for a fight." Shan Mingtang is concise and to the point.

Qian Kun laughed intermittently: "Heh~ The first time...... Ha ha! He's fucking fucking hitting me...... Heh......"

Shan Mingtang glanced at Qian Kun beside him, covered his out-of-focus eyes with his hands, and pasted his unopened can of Coke on Qian Kun's swollen left face.

"Give you three more minutes, and it's time for us to catch the train."

This is the longest sentence Shan Mingtang has said in a day.

After less than a minute, Qian Kun pulled down Shan Mingtang's hand covering his eyes, and Gu Zi walked out of the school gate of Jian'an No. 1 Middle School.

"Don't worry, a slight muscle tear, not serious."

Wang Lizhong synchronized the situation of the hospital to Duan Cheng from the phone, and Zhang Daqing on the side still asked with some anxiety: "What did the doctor say?" How long does it take to recover? ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to get on the provincial competition." Wang Lizhong replied truthfully, "It will take at least two weeks." ”

Wang Lizhong glanced at the expressionless black-skinned young man sitting in the hospital corridor, and didn't know who to comfort first, so he hurriedly hung up the phone.

"Fan Yan, how old are you?" Wang Lizhong rolled his wheelchair in front of Fan Yan and asked gently.

“15。” Fan Yan replied obediently.

"Well, a freshman in high school, as old as my son." Wang Lizhong said.

"Don't worry, there's still a long way to go."

"Heal your injuries and you'll have a chance to play more important games than the provincial ones."

Wang Lizhong sent Fan Yan and Du Kai back to No. 1 Middle School, picked up Wang Yu and went home, and sent Wei Chi Xiran home by the way.

The three of them were silent all the way, and even Wang Lizhong, who was usually used to joking with Chi Xiran, kept frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Wang Yu returned home, he had a bunch of questions in his stomach that he wanted to ask his father, but he didn't know which one to ask first, first ask about the situation in Quancheng No. 2 Middle School, or ask the secret in the wooden box first?

He is actually more curious about the latter, but he is afraid that he will poke his father's sore spot by asking something he shouldn't ask, after all, if a professional basketball player breaks his leg, it will be a disaster for anyone.

Wang Yu sat on the sofa next to his father, and couldn't say a complete sentence, which confused Wang Lizhong: What is this for? What about casting spells?

At this moment, a phone call broke the embarrassment, Wang Yu picked up the phone, and it was Wang Lei who spoke.

"Ah Yu, don't be angry when I'm done, I shouldn't have taken the average score ......" After speaking, the strong man who was nearly 1.9 meters old had the urge to cry.

"I can't go to the provincial competition......"