The storm gradually rises (2)

Yan Yufeng slowly walked into the stadium, everyone had arrived, and coach Wang Xuechao had already arrived. Seeing Yan Yufeng coming in, he waved his hand and shouted, "I'm waiting for you!"

Yan Yufeng was startled. Unexpectedly, he was still late and ran over immediately. Wang Xuechao didn't say anything, swept the whole team and said, "You're all here, so go!"

"Report!" A girl's voice suddenly rang out the entire stadium. Everyone looked at her in a daze. Lan'er appeared at the entrance of the stadium in a casual dress with a faint white casual outfit.

Wang Xuechao said a little surprised: "Is it ``````````?

"Report to coach, she is the basketball leader just selected!" Zhai Yong answered first.

"Oh, that's it! Welcome!" Wang Xuechao laughed.

"Thank you, coach, I want to go to the game with you, is that OK?" Lan'er looked pitiful.

"Ah```! Of course!" Wang Xuechao was stunned. Seeing the unanimous begging eyes of all the players, he immediately reacted and agreed happily.

"Thank you, coach!" Lan'er immediately changed into a smile, which made the hearts of several team members beating a few times without any effort!

Yan Yufeng whispered: "Beauty plan!"

The poplar next to him immediately asked with a sharp ear: "What did you say just now?"

Yan Yufeng didn't look at him and said, "I didn't say anything to you!"

A group of people walked to the minibus that had already parked on the campus road and got on the bus and looked for their own position. Yan Yufeng found a seat and was waiting to sit down, but was blocked by a hand. Turning back to look, Zhai Yong smiled at Lan'er who had just gotten on the bus now and said, "Come on, leader, sit here!"

Lan'er glanced at Yan Yufeng who was standing next to her, immediately smiled and said, "Thank you!" Then she walked over and did it proudly. Yan Yufeng immediately shouted and said, "Hey, I found this location first, why did she sit?"

"Don't you understand that ladies are preferred?" Zhai Yong rolled his eyes and asked.

"You `````````````!" Yan Yufeng couldn't speak.

"Whatever you say, sit down. Time is almost time. It's almost time for No. 4 Middle School and Tiegang!" Wang Xuechao, who finally got on the bus, shouted.

When Zhai Yong saw that something was wrong, he immediately found a seat and sat down. Yan Yufeng was not angry either and had to find another seat.

When I glanced at the pissing Yan Yufeng, Lan'er felt happy. Hehe, this is the reason why I ran for the basketball team leader. I won't punish you to death! Yan Yufeng, your disaster has come.

At this time, Yan Yufeng was full of anger and glared at Lan'er who was in front of him, thinking to himself: I didn't expect that when I first reported, my teammates sang against me. Hello, Lan'er, it depends on when you use the beauty trick!

The car started, drove out of the school gate, and drove towards No. 4 Middle School.

When they arrived at the door of No. 4 Middle School, Yan Yufeng looked through the car window. It was just the time for school to finish. Many students pushed their bicycles out in groups of three or three. Some students looked curiously at the minibus with the words No. 12 Middle School driving into the school gate, while the teammates in the car were talking about the girl of No. 4 Middle School walking by the car.

The mini-Pakistan entered No. 4 Middle School step by step among the crowd after school. Wang Xuechao said: "Drive directly to the Flying Stadium of No. 4 Middle School, Master!"

"Okay!" The driver responded, turned around and drove onto a road.

"I can't tell that the No. 4 Middle School is quite large, it seems that the scale is comparable to our No. 12 Middle School!" Xiang Jie told Wang Zhiquan, who was sitting next to him.

Wang Zhiquan's face turned cold and he said, "Hmph, what is it comparing with our 12 Middle School? It's all low houses and woods!"

Xiang Jie was about to refute, but immediately found that the entire carriage members were serious and swallowed the words they wanted to spit out.

Yan Yufeng also discovered the atmosphere in the carriage, and did not ask anyone, leaning against the car window and looking outside quietly. In fact, he could guess something in his heart. Fourth Middle School and Twelve Middle School were enemies. Now that they were in the enemy’s place, the new and old hatreds were all together, so the atmosphere was of course different!

Wang Xuechao sat in front and felt the atmosphere in the car differently. He patted his palms, attracted everyone's attention, then cleared his throat, and said proudly: "Last year, this month, we were here to challenge the away game here and won our 20th 4th Middle School, which was full of passion, and played the first overtime match of the eight "Strength Cup" high school league. Finally, he won the game and reached the semi-finals of the historical quarter, haha! As a coach, when he recalled, he still remembered it freshly, as if the explosion of the plateau was last night, which was surprising!" Speaking of this, Wang Xuechao looked at the unspoken plateau with a smile.

A sense of arrogance faded from the face of Gaoyuan, saying, "Five years of hard work have made a big splash that day. Since that day, no one has ever known me Gaoyuan!"

Wang Xuechao clapped his hands and smiled: "Well, a truly strong team not only needs strength, but also has the two qi of apology and dominance, because the existence of these two qi becomes the king's aura. Last year, our No. 4 Middle School was called a dark horse, but this year? Is it still called a dark horse? No! We want to be the strongest in Beiyang, do you have the confidence to do this?" Speaking of this, Wang Xuechao almost shouted out.

"Yes!" everyone shouted in unison.

"Well! Take a good look at the current strength of our two old opponents. In a week, it will be the league! Please work hard!" Wang Xuechao put his hands together and said seriously.

"Yes, coach!" Everyone shouted first.

Yan Yufeng didn't say anything from beginning to end, his eyes stayed outside, and he looked aimlessly. Wang Xuechao's words were heard in his ears, and he felt indescribable in his heart: Last year's dark horse was No. 12 Middle School, and last year's best newcomer was Gaoyuan, and what about this year? Will it be me? Yan Yufeng! Come on!

Suddenly I found someone looking at him. Yan Yufeng turned his head and looked, Lan'er waved her head in a panic. Are you so afraid of me? Yan Yufeng thought to himself.

Lan'er's heart beat faster and quickly, and she secretly scolded herself for being useless. Why did she avoid his eyes as if she had to give in just now? Why was he so strange? Others had passion but no expression on their faces. Doesn't he have no sense of honor?

The car stopped with a squeak. Yan Yufeng looked out the window and found that he had arrived at the main stadium of No. 4 Middle School - Feixiang Stadium.

Everyone got out of the car in an orderly manner. Yan Yufeng slowly got up and walked at the end. He walked into the Feixiang Stadium with the guidance of a teacher from the No. 4 Middle School who came to welcome him.

Feixiang Arena is a modern and well-equipped stadium with a relatively complete range of equipment. It has a pentagram-shaped building model that can accommodate more than 4,000 people. However, now there are only less than 2,000 people watching the ball, which seems a bit sparse.

Everyone found a seat that could overlook the entire venue and sat down. Yan Yufeng sat in the back with his butt and looked coldly at the players warming up on the court.

Wang Xuechao was also disagreed by the teachers of the No. 4 Middle School, as if they had something to discuss, so everyone immediately relaxed and talked to each other!

Wu Yang stood on the three-point line and shot a three-pointer. The ball went hollow into the ground, which made the students of No. 4 Middle School outside the court applaud and touched Wu Yang one by one. Wu Yang turned around and it was his teammate Cao Hui. Cao Hui pointed to the east stand and said with hatred: "Here! Our old enemy is here!"

Wu Yang followed Cao Hui's hand and happened to see the face of the person he hated the most - Gao Yuan. He snorted, and Wu Yang said: "Let everyone cheer up, but don't act too well, don't scare our friends!"

Cao Hui laughed knowingly and walked away to convey the captain's meaning.

Gao Yuan frowned and turned his head to Zhai Yong who was standing beside him and said, "Wu Yang is still the same, I hate me so much!"

Zhai Yong laughed and said, "Of course, I think at that time, the scores you scored on him again and again, the failure of the Fourth No. 4 was completely caused by you stepping on him. It would be strange if he didn't hate you!"

Gao Yuan smiled slightly and looked at Wu Yang on the field and said, "I don't know what he looks like this year? I think he must be training hard!"

Wang Zhiquan leaned over from behind and said, "Hey, what are you two talking about? Have you seen the MM standing on the sidelines of No. 4 Middle School?"

Zhai Yong immediately focused his eyes on the sidelines. After a long time, he felt satisfied and said: "The cheerleaders of No. 4 Middle School are just right! But it's a pity!"

Gao Yuan also squinted his eyes and couldn't help but say wonderingly: "What a pity?"

"It's a pity that our 12th Middle School does not have a cheerleader, otherwise, hehe! I will definitely suppress them!" Zhai Yong said.

"Tsk`````! No seriousness!" Gao Yuan shook his hand and leaned back to his position.

Wang Zhiquan laughed and pulled Long Guang next to him and said, "Pixie, what do you think of the girl from No. 4?"

Long Guang, who is known as the most gentler team, has a nickname that is completely inconsistent with his personality: gangster! No one knows the origin of this nickname. Anyway, they are called by others, and Long Guang himself has no objection, so this nickname is called on the team.

Long Guang thought about it seriously and said, "Yes, it's a little worse than our No. 12 Middle School!"

Wang Zhiquan laughed loudly, patted Long Guang's shoulder but turned his head to look at the substitute center Cao Gang in the row on his seat and said with a clever look: "I'm right, the gangster looks serious on the surface, but he is so slutty at heart!"

Cao Gang is a very steady person. In fact, his skills are comparable to Han Dazhu and his height is about the same, but he is twenty kilograms lighter than Cao Gang. It is because of this that Cao Gang has become Han Dazhu's substitute. However, both of them are famous best friends on and off the court. No one can understand why they are so good since they are competitors?

Cao Gang heard the words of Wang Zhiquan, who was known as the most bad breath of the team, and said, "You two are hooligans, alas! With you two, our reputation in No. 12 Middle School will be destroyed sooner or later!" Speaking of this, he pulled Han Dazhu, who was sitting next to him, and said, "Dazhu, do you think so?"

Han Dazhu was watching Zhang Ke, the main center of No. 4 Middle School, warm up. After hearing this, he casually said: "Well, Zhiquan and the gangster are both perverts!"

Wang Zhiquan and Long Guang immediately stood up and looked at Han Dazhu with murderous eyes. They were about to condemn him, but suddenly heard the cheers rising from the ground. They couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the field with all their teammates.

A person wearing a symbol of the Four Middle School sign printed with the signature of the Four Middle School: a flying bird, a light blue bottom and a dark yellow jersey, was arrogantly hung on the ring, and then fell down. Wang Zhiquan immediately muttered: "It's so surprising to have a basket dunk. The students of Four Middle School have never seen the market before!"

Zhai Yong, who was in front of him, murmured: "But he turned around and turned around!"

Wang Zhiquan was stunned and suddenly became silent.

This dunk immediately made the atmosphere in the whole audience strong, and the players of No. 12 Middle School began to be surprised, because as they have been fighting with No. 1 Middle School for so long, they have never seen a player before. In other words, this No. 1 player is also a new voice that just entered the school this year. There is no doubt that No. 1 is exactly the same as Yan Yufeng, at least the difficulty of dunking is the same!

When everyone thought of all this, they immediately turned their eyes to Yan Yufeng, who was sitting at the last row, which was the top row.

Yan Yufeng leaned on his seat without reaction, looking at the stadium, as if he hadn't seen the shocking dunk just now. Everyone couldn't help but pull their eyes back, and their hearts were secretly strange!

Lan'er was also a little surprised. To be honest, just now, she was the only girl, so she couldn't sit with the team members, and sat alone in another row. The words floating from the side made her a little funny. Unexpectedly, the man sat together and said nothing good, and the words were all about girls.

It was just a funny thing, but I saw a player from No. 4 Middle School on the court suddenly took two steps in a row, unexpectedly jumping up and spinning in the air for half a circle, as if he had paused in the air for a while. The ability to stagnate the air made people feel terrifying. In the end, the backhand dunk was so domineering. My heart was trembling, and my eyes suddenly flashed through the windmill dunk when the 12th Middle School was defeated by Yan Yufeng.

His eyes turned and he looked at Yan Yufeng sitting in a row like everyone else.

Seeing Yan Yufeng without any expression, Lan'er was as surprised as everyone. She didn't understand why Yan Yufeng was like this, but she seemed to see a light flashing in his eyes as she left his face.

Lie fell down and took a breath. The movement just now was too big. I did it with excitement. After doing it, I felt my feet were weak.

Captain Wu Yang walked over and said, "Beautiful!"

Lie smiled shyly and said, "I'm afraid the captain will scold me too much!"

Wu Yang chuckled, glanced at the direction where the 12th Squadron members were sitting, and said, "Over fire? When you compete with them in the future, you will know what it means to be over fire!"

Lie was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction the captain looked. A group of people wearing clothes from other schools sat there and said, "Captain, are they from No. 12 Middle School?"

"That's right, our enemy! Hehe!" Wu Yang snorted twice, took the ball and walked out two steps, turned around, turned around, suddenly accelerated and rushed to the basket and jumped up, holding the ball with both hands, slamming down with a powerful slam dunk, shocking and exclaiming.

All the team members were warming up without saying a word. Lie Neng felt the anger of the seniors. He turned his head to look at the 12th Middle School and sweared in his heart: 12th Middle School, wait for me to defeat you!

Zhai Yong found that the slam dunk was looking here and whispered to Gaoyuan next to him: "This No. 1 seems to have been ruined by their seniors, and he can even look like such hatred, alas!

Gao Yuan was amused by Zhai Yong's words and said, "What are you afraid of? They have No. 1. Don't we have Yan Yufeng?"

Zhai Yong said dumbly: "You haven't seen Yan Yufeng who is cool every day, just now, with an expressionless look on his face!"

Gao Yuan yelled twice and said, "But you didn't see his eyes. A king can't guess anything from his face, but feel his fighting spirit from the depths of his eyes."

Zhai Yong was stunned for a while before saying, "Boss, is it as exaggerated as you said? Besides, you praised Yan Yufeng too much, king? It's so funny!"

Gao Yuan did not go to see his friend Zhai Yong. Looking at the players of the 4th Middle School who were full of fighting spirit on the court, he said: "Whether Yan Yufeng is the king is of course not up to me, but it is decided this year's league. Let's see! Xiaoyong, you will see a king, but I'm a little unwilling to give up!"

Zhai Yong listened to Gao Yuan saying in surprise and disbelief. He was stunned when he heard the last sentence and said, "Don't give up? Why don't you agree?"

Gao Yuan suddenly looked like a little older, lowered his head and said softly: "I was unwilling to let go of my sword for five years, but I could only make a fuss in Beiyang for one year, and I could only be the main force of the 12th Middle School in a year. Haha, it's so funny!"

Zhai Yong looked at his good brother seriously and said in disbelief: "Boss, why are you so discouraged?"
To be continued...