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"Doctor, this is X photo, take a look!" Yan Yufeng said while handing the X photo to the doctor.

The doctor took the X-photo, pushed his glasses up, and looked at them carefully.

"Oh, nothing, it's a skin trauma!" The doctor took a serious look and found out.

"Wow, `````!" Jin Yansong behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Yufeng smiled, looked at Qin Yan, and said, "It's okay!"

Qin Yan nodded, glanced at Yan Yufeng's right hand covered with medicine, paused, hesitated and asked, "What's your hand?"

"It's okay!" Yan Yufeng shook his hand, with an expression of nothingness on his face.

Qin Yan looked at Yan Yufeng calmly and said oh.

Yan Yufeng looked up at the clock, stood up, turned around and looked at Jin Yan behind him, with a cold light suddenly appearing in his eyes, and said, "How did Qin Yan get hurt!"

"Why tell you what your relationship has with Qin Yan?" Jin Yan recovered from his senses. He remembered that the taller and more handsome man in front of him had hugged Qin Yan for so long. He felt angry and immediately became angry and shouted at Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng pressed Jin Yan against the wall, causing Qin Yan to exclaim behind him. Yan Yufeng stared at Jin Yan, who was a little scared, and said coldly: "Don't yell in front of me! I hate others like this in front of me the most. Next time, you won't be so good!" After saying that, Panasonic pressed Jin Yan's left hand on his neck and tie, and then said: "What's the relationship? How do you have the right to know?"

He turned around, looked at Qin Yan, who was slightly surprised, took out three dollars from his pocket and said, "This is for you. Thank you for helping me last time! I have something to do, let's go first, be careful!"

Qin Yan took the money in a daze. Yan Yufeng looked at him with a smile and turned around and walked out. Looking at Yan Yufeng's leaving figure, Qin Yan wanted to keep him but found that he had no reason to call Yan Yufeng, and just watched Yan Yufeng disappear outside the door.

Yes! What reason do I have to keep him? He is just a stranger who owes me 3 yuan, just a stranger I once helped me with a little favor! What qualifications do I have to keep him?

In fact, Yan Yufeng really wanted to stay, but when he knew that Qin Yan was fine, he stood in front of her, but suddenly he found that there was no reason to stay. Who am I? Friends? Relatives? Or ```````, nothing is it, why should I stand next to her and take care of her?

Thinking of this, Yan Yufeng felt his heart darkening. When he recalled his actions just now, he couldn't help but feel a little funny and surprised. He insisted on saying goodbye to Qin Yan calmly and then left resolutely.

There are still many things that I need to do, and I can't continue like this.

Yan Yufeng thought secretly in his heart.

Walking out of the hospital and looking at the night sky full of nebula, Yan Yufeng gently relaxed, raised his hand and looked at his injured hand, holding the medicine in his left hand, couldn't help but sigh, and said to himself: I hope the coach will not faint when he sees me like this tomorrow.

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"What's wrong with your hand?" Wang Xuechao looked at Yan Yufeng's hand covered with tape in amazement, and asked almost silently.

The other team members also surrounded them. Looking at everyone's surprised expression, Yan Yufeng smiled bitterly and said, "I dunked yesterday. After going to the hospital for examination, the doctor said it was a slight fracture of the index and middle fingers."

"You ``````````````````````!" Wang Xuechao looked at Yan Yufeng's right hand calmly, and wanted to say something in pain, but in the end he sighed heavily.

Shi Guang frowned, looked at the team members with different expressions, clapped and said, "Everyone will disperse and continue training."

Everyone hesitated and scattered everywhere, but whose heart was covered with a shadow, and his bones were cracked? What concept? No one could explain it clearly.]

"Yan Yufeng, come here!" Wang Xuechao finally came to his senses and called out to Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng walked over slowly, looked at Wang Xuechao with a little shame, and said, "Coach, I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you."

Wang Xuechao waved his hand and stopped Yan Yufeng and continued, asking: "When will the doctor say you can recover?"

"At the latest one week!" Yan Yufeng said with a little difficulty.

Wang Xuechao closed his eyes immediately after hearing this, shook his body, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said, "It's okay! Fortunately, the opponent in the next two games is not too strong, but he will be away against four in six days. That is a life-and-death battle!"

Yan Yufeng calmed down. Although he had been mentally prepared in his heart, he immediately understood that the game against No. 4 Middle School was definitely the key to deciding whether he could reach the quarterfinals. If there was any mistake in that game, then the road ahead of No. 12 Middle School this year would be sad. Thinking of this, Yan Yufeng became even more ashamed and said, "Coach, I'm sorry!"

"Stop talking, don't train these days and recover well. I hope you can see if your injury can be cured in six days! Now this is all there is to do!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand and sighed.

"I understand, coach!" Yan Yufeng lowered his head.

"What I told you before hope you can think about it again. Many times, what you need is reason and not courage. I hope you can learn from this lesson after this!" Wang Xuechao walked away after saying that.

Yan Yufeng sat on the sidelines in frustration, watching everyone's training, and thought to himself: I didn't expect that this was the first time I had been so seriously injured after being detained for so long. Alas! Unlucky.

Qin Lan walked in and looked at the stadium, but did not notice Yan Yufeng's figure. She glanced at Yan Yufeng unexpectedly sat alone on the sidelines, looking at her teammates running on the field depressedly.

I couldn't help but feel strange, but since I made up my mind last night, I felt relieved after I decided not to pay attention to this cold and ruthless guy again. After looking at Yan Yufeng again, Qin Lan walked to the sidelines and said to Wang Xuechao: "Coach, pure water has been sent here."

Wang Xuechao was obviously worried about Yan Yufeng's injury. He nodded and said, "Well, just put it on the sidelines and pour water for everyone!"

Qin Lan looked at the coach with a dark expression on his face and felt that the atmosphere today seemed wrong, but she didn't want to ask anything anymore, so she walked away silently.

The players on the field were all worried about each other, and the training seemed very dull. No one was energetic. Even the always calm plateau made several mistakes and missed several goals.

Wang Xuechao, who was beside him, finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he clapped his hands vigorously and shouted: "Stop! Come here, come here."

Everyone surrounded him, and Yan Yufeng also walked over slowly and stood outside.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Are people dead at home? Everyone is losing their souls!" Wang Xuechao yelled.

No one spoke, everyone lowered their heads.

"What are you thinking in your heart? I know that it is normal for Yan Yufeng to be unhappy when he is injured, but don't be as motivated as the end of the world has arrived. Basketball is a sport of five people, not a one-person house! Yan Yufeng is injured, our strength has weakened, but it is not as weak as the strength to be eliminated. Think about it, when Yan Yufeng was not here last year, didn't we also get the fourth place? Now? With Yan Yufeng, we should have a better ranking. It's still a regional competition. You are also worried about such a game! What are you worried about? Are you the team that won the fourth place last year? Well, tell me!" Wang Xuechao roared loudly.

"Yes!" Everyone replied in a low voice.

"What? Didn't you eat?" Wang Xuechao yelled again.

"Yes! We were the fourth place last year!" Gao Yuan took the lead and shouted.

"Tomorrow afternoon against Feiyang, the 7th place last year, such a team is not enough to filter. Everyone should train well. Now I will start to arrange tomorrow's tactics for everyone to break down!" Wang Xuechao squatted down and put them on the ground with a tactical diagram.

Yan Yufeng stood beside him, watching everyone bent down attentively listening to the coach's tactical arrangements, but he could not participate together. He felt uncomfortable, so he pursed his lips, looked at his injured hand hatefully, and walked away in disappointment.

Qin Lan stood in the distance and finally understood why Yan Yufeng was sitting on the sidelines and didn't go to training. Looking at Yan Yufeng's right hand shaking, covered with white tape, from afar, I felt uncomfortable.

From a distance, Yan Yufeng's face was so depressed and painful. His eyes stared at the stationary basketball on the court, and he seemed to be still there, but he looked so painful in a daze.

Qin Lan sighed, feeling that the world was really wonderful. Yesterday, my sister came back with blood all over her feet, which scared her mother to go into shock quickly. She felt uncomfortable. Looking at her sister who could not walk and had a pale face, Qin Lan's heart was extremely uncomfortable. One night later, today, she saw the injured Yan Yufeng again, and her heart that had not yet calmed down was painful again.

What's wrong today? Why is Qin Lan, who thinks she is so popular and not afraid of anything? Why is she so sentimental?

Qin Lan shook her head, as if she could put aside everything in her heart, and then calmed down to do what she wanted to do.

Yan Yufeng sighed, sat down on the ground again, and a basketball rolled over. Yan Yufeng looked up, Gao Yuan walked over, glanced at his hand and said, "I asked you yesterday if your hand was fine, you said it was okay, why did you look like this today?"

Yan Yufeng smiled bitterly and said, "God knows!"

Gao Yuantou glanced at Wang Xuechao. He was talking to Shi Guang. He squatted down, put his hand on the basketball, turned around and said, "It's really a week?"

Yan Yufeng nodded silently and said, "At the latest one week, I don't dare to move my hand now."

Gao Yuan didn't say anything, and was silent for a moment, suddenly stood up and said, "It's okay, we are all waiting for you to fight side by side in the death battle with No. 4 Middle School! You can have a good rest in these two games and see how we will defeat our opponents!"

Yan Yufeng raised his head in a daze, looked at Gao Yuan's firm and calm face, and after a while, he said: "Thank you!"

Gao Yuan smiled a little, looked at the coach again, took a step back, and said, "Now your task is to recuperate, haha! I'm going to train!"

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the training ground.

Yan Yufeng looked at Gao Yuan's back, then lowered his head and stared at the basketball in front of him, unable to help but touch it with his left hand.

A hint of strangeness may be because of the left hand! Yan Yufeng thought to himself.

Although he can also dribble the ball with his left hand, he is still used to his right hand, and even dunks with his left hand. It is very difficult to dunk. Yan Yufeng thought to himself. He used his left hand to shoot the basketball again, but the ball was not caught. Yan Yufeng slapped the ball hard with anger, and the ball suddenly exploded and bounced outward.

Yan Yufeng hurriedly got up to touch it, but forgot that he was sitting on the ground and didn't touch the ball, but he lay down forward.

Lying on the ground, Yan Yufeng looked at the basketball gradually rolling away with his face, and felt heartbroken for no reason.

It turns out that once I was injured with my right hand, I became a useless person, haha! I didn’t expect that Yan Yufeng, I, only now did I realize that I still have so many shortcomings.

OK! This time I was injured so well! Yan Yufeng thought to himself and scolded him.

I will learn from this lesson. I really have to thank you for this injury. It let me know that I am still so immature and that I have to learn too many things. Yan Yufeng said in his heart.

Standing up, Yan Yufeng walked towards the basketball that was still there, grabbed it with his left hand, and came to a basket. Wang Xuechao just turned his head and saw it, and couldn't help but shout, "Yan Yufeng, what are you doing?" He said and walked towards here.

Yan Yufeng slapped the basketball with his left hand, watched Wang Xuechao walk in, and then said, "Coach, I want to be proficient in my left hand."

Wang Xuechao was stunned, looked at Yan Yufeng's left hand and said, "What? Why did you suddenly have such an idea?"

Yan Yufeng smiled bitterly and said, "When I was injured with my right hand, I realized that I was so weak without my right hand. My left hand could not control the basketball freely like the right hand, and I couldn't even dunk it! I can't play with my right hand, I have to be both left and right!" At this point, a light flashed in my eyes.

Wang Xuechao looked at Yan Yufeng's solemn face and felt happy for no reason: It seems that people will not mature without any setbacks. I used to think that Yan Yufeng had never used a left-hand dunk, but because Yan Yufeng is too arrogant, I may not listen to his words. Now, I have discovered my own problems first! OK!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face and said, "I'll help you train together!"

Yan Yufeng shook his head and said, "I want to practice this kind of thing alone. Forgive me. I am used to being alone! Besides, coach, you still have a lot of things to do. To help me, it's a waste of your time!"

Wang Xuechao couldn't help but shook his head helplessly and thought to himself: Yan Yufeng, you are still the same, alas! But it's nothing, at least you are starting to mature.

Zhai Yong glanced at someone who was slapped the basketball alone, and said to Gaoyuan beside him: "What's wrong with him? Isn't he injured his hand?"

Gao Yuan turned his head and glanced, "I don't know, you see, he is always using his left hand to slap the ball, maybe he is practicing the feel of his left hand!"

Long Guang, who was next to him, laughed, grabbed the ball, and suddenly changed his shooting position and said, "Do you practice shooting with your left hand? Well! That's it?" He said that, and used his left hand to push the ball out, but the ball was powerless at all, and it fell down without even the arc.

Long Guang shrugged his shoulders and said, "This is too difficult!"

Gao Yuan slapped the ball with his left hand and suddenly made a dribble with a dribble that changed direction. The ball suddenly dropped out of his hand and rolled away. He looked at the basketball that was rolling far away. Gao Yuan said, "My left hand is not very flexible either!"

Wang Zhiquan threw a basket and walked over, looked at the three men in Gaoyuan, and asked strangely: "What's wrong? Why are you chatting here? When the coach sees you, you're done!"

Zhai Yong waved his hand and acted to beat Wang Zhiquan, saying, "We are talking about our proficiency in dribbling the ball with our left hand!"

Wang Zhiquan stuck out his tongue and said, "Be good! You guys are so embarrassed to talk about the left hand here. I am the strongest left hand here!"
To be continued...