Basketball Myth: Super Guard

"Yes, just fight!"

"One more time, we will be the champion if we defeat Yunzhou No. 1 Middle School!"

"Fight, fight, fight..."

The mood of the crowd rose.

However, Qin Hao couldn't help but see a black line on his forehead because of this "fighting and fighting" sense of sight. How could there be a taste of "struggling more, saving more"?

Click!

The door was pushed open.

When Jiang Fangping came in, he was relieved to see this situation. He was still a little worried about the emotions of the players. He planned to boost morale. The speech was prepared and revised twice. But looking at this situation, I was superfluous again.

"Boys." Jiang Fangping shouted: "It's time for us to play."

"Ok."

"go."

"Kill Yunzhou No. 1 Middle School!"

Everyone shouted and walked out of the locker room with Jiang Fangping.

Outside was a huge hustle and bustle, with boos, cheers and applause.

Later, the players from Yunzhou No. 1 Middle School also played. The players from both sides came to the court and began to warm up. The atmosphere was a little depressed, and invisible sparks splashed randomly.

......

Yuyang City.

The little fat man came to a familiar Internet cafe again, looking for his familiar Uncle Wang, but today he was a little disappointed because the private room was gone.

"Xiaojun." Boss Wang said with an expression of "I am also difficult", and said: "Uncle I'm sorry this time, originally the private room was reserved for you, but today there are too many people, and people see that the private room is empty. Now, if you have to make trouble with me, I can’t do anything about it. Or, please follow me at the front desk, I also have a computer."

"No." The little fat man turned his head and looked inside the Internet cafe. It was full of black people, several huddled together. What else is going on?

At this time, a student gave Little Fatty a hand and said, "Would you like to go to school? It is said that the school commissary is open, and there is a TV where you can watch it."

The little fat man's eyes lit up: "Okay, just go to school and have a look."

Several people hurriedly turned around and rushed to Yuyang No. 7 Middle School.

Today is the weekend, the school is not in class, and seeing a few fat guys running, the guardian is not surprised at all, and he did not stop them. He pointed to the road leading to the canteen on the left: "Come to watch the football, right? , You guys are too late, I guess you can't find a good place."

The little fat guys were happy when they heard this.

Someone really came here to watch the game.

Immediately, regardless of the location, a few people rushed towards it, and when they arrived at the canteen, they saw an LCD TV at the door, surrounded by dozens of people.

Obviously, the canteen with so many people can't be squeezed, and it's probably because of this reason that the boss will move the TV to the door.

Where the dozens of people are standing, it's not that they rushed to the classroom to move the bench without stimulating the spirit, but unless you are in the first row, it is useless to move, sit down and only look at a peach.

"So many people."

"Hey, this is the atmosphere. It's still in our school."

The little fat man hurriedly got together, and there were also classmates he knew in it, and they immediately became one.

The commissary owner smiled and stood on the side, talking to the classmates about what the game will be like today. He was in a good mood.

This can't be bad, dozens of people are here, not just watching football, they always have to buy some cola seeds or something.

......

Provincial capital, Yunlong Youth Team.

Yang Xun and He Jianjun put tea and coffee in the same way as the old ones, watching TV and talking about the game that is about to start today.

"The situation is very unfavorable for Yuyang No. 7 Middle School." He Jianjun said: "This is a series. After two games, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School was fully understood by others. At this time, the fight is hard power, and the hard power is surplus. Yang No. 7 Middle School is obviously worse than Yunzhou No. 1 Middle School."

"That's not necessarily." Yang Xun disagreed. He used his words earnestly and with a guiding tone: "Xiao He, you are an academic school. You are good at analyzing data and analyzing theories. But you also have flaws, no Players are born and have insufficient field experience."

He Jianjun nodded repeatedly, asking for advice humbly.

Yang Xun trained He Jianjun as his successor, so he said this to He Jianjun: "The game is not simply a paper strength comparison. If you only compare the lineups and book strengths of the two sides, you can determine which team can win. What game to play? The two sides compare the lineups and book strengths, and then directly issue the championship trophy."

"Book strength does not represent everything, it is just a reference. You have to be clear about this. It is also very important for you to coach the team in the future."

Upon hearing this, He Jianjun was shocked and said sincerely: "Thank you for your teaching, I will remember it."

Yang Xun smiled slightly and looked at the TV: “In terms of book strength, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School is indeed inferior to Yunzhou No. 1 Middle School. The series score is 1:1, and Yuyang No. 7 Middle School’s pressure is even greater. But never underestimate anyone. I don’t make any guesses about this game. It’s not surprising that Yunzhou No. 1 High School won; it’s not surprising that Yuyang won No. 7 High School.

at the same time.

Qin Hao's family, Qin Hao's parents, and both family members once again gathered together. They were more nervous than ever. They looked forward to the start of the game and couldn't help but worry.

At Wang Lei's house, Wang Lei's mother squeezed her hands nervously, and Wang Lei's father patted his wife's hand, comforting her not to worry too much, and to have confidence in her son and Yuyang No. 7 Basketball Team.

There are also Yuan Xiaogang’s family, Guo Kai’s family, Wang Chengyu, Zhao Xuebing, Fu Qiang, Zhao Hai, Lei Yuchuan... Yuyang Seventh Middle School players’ families are all paying attention to the game, silently serving Yuyang Seven. Come on.

In addition, Xu Wanting pulled her girlfriend quietly; Zuo Xiaojun called Qu Yan, Lu A, Zhao Denghu, and Xingge to gather in a teahouse run by a fan friend; Xu Tao and Jiao Xueyi from the Polytechnic Institute, together with a team of teammates and coaches Sun Jihai, crowded into Sun Jihai’s office...

Further afield, the players from Chenqiao No. 9 Middle School in Chongqing City gathered together; Ni Feiyu from the Shanghai Stock Exchange Affiliated High School called several teammates home; Zeng Fan and Xu Fenggang from Wusui Middle School sent away a political and legal person from Southern Province The coach of the basketball team of the college went back to the TV; Xu Yao of North E University refused his girlfriend’s intention to invite him to go shopping, and he nestled in the dormitory with a few roommates and turned on the computer...

The national finals attracted the attention of countless people.

......

Beijing, in the gymnasium.

The players on both sides have warmed up and returned to the edge of the court.

The players of Yuyang No. 7 Middle School surrounded Jiang Fangping. Jiang Fangping made the arrangements before the next game, then frowned slightly and asked Qin Hao: "Qin Hao, you still feel a little burnt, how do you feel, or don't fight... .Hey, don’t be anxious, I haven’t finished yet, I mean you don’t play for too long."

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Coach, don't worry, it's just a cold, what kind of illness? Let alone a cold and fever, it's just vomiting and diarrhea. How will you use it later, how will I use it." As he said, Qin Hao's eyes changed. Be fierce, "Today this game must be won!"

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