A young man was bored looking at a magazine named Shang Zhi Basketball. He put a big man on him and put his feet on the other side of the bed, muttering: "Why can't you go to Shanghai by plane? You have to do a train? This bed is too short!"

"Satisfied! The coach didn't let you walk, even if you were a bodhisattva's heart! You know how to enjoy it all day long!" A thin, sitting on the zoomable small seat opposite the sleeper, beside the window, cursing with a smile.

"Dazhi, I didn't tell you!" the big man glared and shouted.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" The thin man met without giving in.

"What's the noise? I'm so upset!" The boy shouted indiscriminately, and both of them stopped talking.

"Yuzi, I see something is wrong in the past few days!" The big man named Dazhi leaned down and blinked, "Tell me, don't be upset alone!"

"What a fuss! I think Yuzi is still holding the little jade jade!" The thin man curled his lips and said without caring.

The boy who was randomly chuckled, turned over a page of magazines, and said without raising his eyelids: "Shan Yu was beaten like something by us last year. If he had no idea this year, he would really have no hope. He will remember us in his whole life!"

"Let him think about it. At his level, it's hard to pass this level!" said the thin man disdainfully.

"Take it down! Your level is the same as the preschool class. Last month, who dunked three times on your head and caught five rebounds!" Dazhi teased.

"You want to die, what's the matter? I've said that, that girl must have had medicine that day. This Nike cup doesn't have a piss test or something. Otherwise, she has to let that guy go to jail!" The thin man said angrily and angrily.

"Wai Ning, that guy, has a good level and a good body, Zhang Meng, don't blow it alone, huh!" the boy with a random hair interrupted.

Zhang Meng curled his lips and decided not to talk about this shameful topic. However, Da Zhi on the upper bunk said: "Wai Ning, that kid, I was really as fierce as a bear that day. Not only was he knocked down by Fengzi, I couldn't stand it. If it weren't for Yuzi, you last three points, I really didn't know if Changchun won or our Shenyang No. 31 Middle School!"

"Next year, I still have to fight!" The boy who posted a random post finally stopped reading it, threw the magazine away, sat up and said.

"Next year, I will meet No. 4 Middle School again next year, and I will have to fight him!" Zhang Meng said harshly again.

The two of them despised each other, and the three of them started chatting randomly again.

"It's still serious. This time I've played with Beijing 42 Middle School in Shanghai. You have to be careful. Han Shuo, I heard that the technology has improved a lot this year. Then, I must have ideas now. At that time, Yuzi will depend on you!" Dazhi said suddenly.

This time, Zhang Meng did not object, but just nodded heavily, the young man with a chaotic hair smiled, with a confident smile on his face, and said, "I'm just waiting for him!"

In Beijing, Dongdan Stadium, a young man with thin hair was watching the ball in an energetic manner, cheering for his friends on the field.

A young man who was at least two meters tall was about to reach the ball in the inside line, and he cut off the defender, turned around and dunked on the basket. Suddenly, the man was overturned, and the basket rack made a clang.

"Beautiful!" the thin-haired boy shouted loudly.

The tall boy shook his hands indifferently, walked out of the scene, and before he even arrived, he shouted, "Han Shuo, it wasn't the coach who asked you to call me!"

"Smart! Ge Hui, coach asked me to tell you. The plane at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning will make you remember to wait and don't forget the gathering time!" The thin boy smiled in a sunny mood and said.

"I know, I will definitely not be able to delay it!" The tall boy had already walked in front of him, looked at his captain, and suddenly said, "Go to a game?"

Han Shuo smiled and shook his head, picked up his snow-white T-shirt, and said, "I'll go to Shanghai tomorrow. I don't want to play basketball today!"

The boy named Ge Hui laughed and said, "I see, you know you are worried about dirtying your newly bought clothes!"

"It's not like you. I'll go to Shanghai tomorrow. I'm still playing basketball now. What should I do if I get injured?" Han Shuo was not angry when he was told about the central matter, but instead cared about him.

Ge Hui waved his hands disdainfully and said with an indifferent look on his face: "Dongdan is my territory, who dares to hurt me?"

"Okay, let's not talk about it! I still have something to do. I remember to get on the bus early tomorrow, and the road to Beijing is getting more and more congested!" Han Shuo reminded again.

"I know, I will get up early. I still have to go to beat us No. 31 Middle School!" Ge Hui laughed.

Han Shuo nodded and said, "This year's performance in No. 31 Middle School is very eye-catching. It seems that Liu Xiaoyu and his helpers have ideas!"

Ge Hui snorted and said, "Didn't I hear that I was beaten by Changchun No. 4 Middle School last month and cried all over the floor. If those three points were the three, who would you see in Shanghai?"

Han Shuo thought seriously and suddenly sighed: "There are more and more masters in the North District. Wei Ning from Changchun No. 4 Middle School has made Liu Xiaoyu and the others practice alone. It seems that he has some skills!"

"What if he doesn't matter! This year is our last year. We have to win this national champion one time, otherwise, it's a pity!" Ge Hui said.

"Well, this time we go to Shanghai, let's do it and beat Thirty-first Middle School. Then the championship will be a chance!"

"Haha, if this is true, then there should be no problem. It seems that Nanyang is still the same kind of people. How can you play with such a height?" Ge Hui said disdainfully.

Han Shuo nodded. Five starting players from Forty-two Middle School, except for himself, 1.96 meters, all of them were two meters tall. Like the teams in the south are basically below two meters tall and cannot play them at all. If they win 31 Middle School, there will definitely be no problem with the championship!

Thinking of this, Han Shuo also felt that this time it should be difficult. 42 Middle School was well prepared this year. Not only did he and Ge Hui, two old players, but also a few new forces joined in. After this year's training, they have made great progress, and the entire lineup is basically coordinated. Now, there is only the final battle left.
Chapter completed!