Bloody Battle Four (2)

The minibus slowly drove into the school gate of No. 4 Middle School. Zhai Yong glanced outside. It was time for school to be over. There should have been many students in front of him, but now he has not seen any of them. He couldn't help but mutter: "Why didn't you see anyone?"

Li Feng, who was next to him, also looked outside the car and said, "Is it not time for school yet?"

"Impossible! It's almost 4:30 now, it should be the time for school to finish the first and second grades of junior high school! This is a unified rule!" Zhai Yong disagreed.

"They should be waiting for us in the Flying Stadium!" A word suddenly appeared on the plateau sitting behind.

Everyone in the car was surprised, only Yan Yufeng nodded slightly and looked outside the car.

Wang Xuechao, who was sitting in the front, looked a little gloomy and said in a deep voice: "It seems that today's battle is really not simple!"

Qin Lan looked at the solemn expressions of all the team members, and her heart was a little beating for no reason. She had heard of the origin of the No. 12 Middle School and No. 4 Middle School. Now it seems that it is not wrong at all. She has played three games and has not seen everyone's expressions so solemn.

The car was driving slowly on the campus avenue of No. 4 Middle School. Yan Yufeng glanced at a big slogan outside the car: No. 4 Middle School will win! I wish No. 4 Middle School to advance to the quarterfinals!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Congratulations? Joke! It seems that you still haven’t learned your lesson!

I remembered what Gao Yuan said in the afternoon: No one can say that he is the first, no one can be sure that anyone is the absolute winner, anything will happen, and the words are too full. If they fail, it will become a ridiculous joke?

Let me let you make a ridiculous joke again! Last year was the plateau, and this year it was me - Yan Yufeng!

The car stopped, Wang Xuechao stood up, glanced at the entire team members of the car, and said with a serious expression: "It depends on today in the sky and the ground! Everyone works hard! Get off the car!"

All the team members stood up silently and walked down the minibus one after another. Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie were walking at the end. They walked like this. Suddenly, Xiang Jie grabbed Yan Yufeng's hand. Yan Yufeng was shocked, turned his head and looked, and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm a little nervous! I don't know why?" Xiang Jie showed an awkward expression and covered his heart.

Yan Yufeng patted Xiang Jie with understanding and said, "You must come and you can't hide. You might as well face it calmly! Are you right?"

Xiang Jie was stunned for a moment, thinking about Yan Yufeng's words just now like memories. Yan Yufeng smiled and left Xiang Jie to follow everyone.

After a while, Xiang Jie looked at everyone's steady steps, beat his forehead and said hatefully: "It's embarrassing!" and then quickly chased after him.

A teacher was waiting at the gate of the stadium. When he saw Wang Xuechao approaching him, he said a few words with a bad expression. Wang Xuechao nodded and led the players into Feixiang Stadium through the side gate, the home court of No. 4 Middle School!

After bypassing the main road, the group of 12 Middle School directly entered the away locker room from the side road.

Wang Xuechao saw that everyone was here and said, "Teacher Li just told me that the students watching football at No. 4 Middle School are very excited today. I hope we can avoid direct contact, so I came from the sidelines. Everyone should be able to hear some voices here, which are the shouts of the students of No. 4 Middle School for the home team. Why do you say this to you? I want to remind you: How long should I wait to restrain myself? For students who are overly moved and spoke in No. 4 Middle School, please be patient! Whoever is irrational, get out now! Do you understand what I said?"

Everyone looked at each other for a few times, then said unevenly: "I understand."

Wang Xuechao didn't say much, he knew that the away game was not good at all. Now, let alone the home court of the old enemy of No. 4 Middle School, it is not clear whether he can control it, let alone these young Mao students?

"Everyone is ready to enter!" Shi Guang saw that everyone was not responding, clapped and shouted.

Everyone dispersed, and Qin Lan immediately avoided suspicion and left the locker room first.

Yan Yufeng pulled the training of his shoulder bag and took out his jersey. Suddenly, he felt someone pressing him on his shoulder from behind. He turned his head to look at it. He was the coach.

Wang Xuechao said: "Don't go on stage today, look at the situation and see clearly. The critical time depends on you and the plateau! Do you understand what I mean?"

Yan Yufeng nodded and said indifferently: "I understand, coach, I know what you mean!"

"Just understand, change your jerseys and prepare to warm up on the court!" Seeing that Yan Yufeng did not show an unhappy look, Wang Xuechao nodded and relieved, waved his hand, walked towards other players, and gave him the opportunity in person.

After a while, everyone changed their jerseys and looked at each other, they all saw the firmness and fear in each other's eyes. They nodded at the same time. Gao Yuan suddenly raised his shoulders and shouted: "The brave are invincible!"

"The brave are invincible!" Everyone shouted in unison.

As he walked out of the locker room one after another, Qin Lan looked at everyone as murderous intent as if he was going to the battlefield, his heart beat faster, and there was a faint cry of landslides like a tsunami in his ears. It must have been made by the students of No. 4 Middle School.

Zhai Yong glanced at Qin Lan standing at the gate, took action, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, don't be afraid!"

Qin Lan was immediately surprised. Is this Zhai Yong who is still smiling normally and looks nonsensical?

It clearly looks like a real warrior!

Following everyone, Qin Lan walked towards the light step by step, and her ears were getting louder and louder, as if it was a soccer field!

The darkness in front of me suddenly disappeared, replaced by strong huge light and the shouts of landslides and tsunamis.

Yan Yufeng took a deep breath and looked up.

The Flying Stadium, which can accommodate 4,000 people, can no longer see any gaps. Looking around, there are heads and small flags. When the people in the stands saw the people from No. 12 Middle School entering the venue, they all stood up. The already very strong shouts burst out to the extreme again!

"Huh''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

The loud booing sounded the entire Flying Stadium.

Yan Yufeng frowned and sneered repeatedly.

"Damn!" That was the curse of the gangster Long Guang.

"Calm down! Come on the stage to warm up, remember what I said in the locker room!" Wang Xuechao turned his head and looked at it for a long time, with a pale face.

Gao Yuan took the lead and grabbed the ball as if no one else was around and walked to the basket.

Everyone came on stage one by one.

Yan Yufeng slowly came to the court with a basketball, came outside the three-point line, and raised his hand and shot a three-pointer.

The ball was shot into the basket very simply.

"Shhh''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

"Get down, pretend to be crazy!" A student sitting in the top of the stands almost stretched out his blocking pole, roaring at Yan Yufeng on the field.

Yan Yufeng couldn't hear clearly what he was saying, maybe he didn't notice this crazy guy at all, so he raised his hand and asked for the ball and made another three-pointer.

The ball did not enter this time, and it hit the basket and flew out. The stands suddenly started to laugh loudly.

"Trump!" several people shouted together.

"Damn the away game, damn No. 4 Middle School, a student without quality!" Long Guang next to him cursed loudly.

Gao Yuan touched Long Guang, and Long Guang turned around and looked. A player from the No. 4 Middle School came over at the halftime.

Gao Yuan smiled slightly and whispered: "You still can't help it!" He said and walked over.

Wu Yang walked to the person who asked him to take away everything from his court. There were several times when he was in front of someone who woke up in his dream. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly: "Welcome to the Fourth Middle School again to fly!"

Gao Yuan raised his head slightly, glanced proudly at Wu Yang, who was one line taller than him, and said, "Nothing has changed! What is it or what!"

Wu Yang's eyes flashed with hatred and said, "Yes! Nothing has changed! It seems like he is back to this time last year!"

Gao Yuan turned his head, glanced at the audience, and said in a low voice: "And the result is still the same!"

Wu Yang snorted heavily, and anger appeared on his face, saying, "Discussion!"

"Whether the game is wrong or not, you will know when the game is over!" Gao Yuan turned around and walked towards his half-time. He suddenly turned around and pointed at Wu Yang and said, "I'm waiting for you in the game!"

"Okay! See you in the game!" Wu Yangjia laughed, his voice a little scary, and he turned around and turned away.

Li Feng glanced at Wu Yang's background and said, "Plateau, what did he say to you?"

"What did you say? Say something to make the game more interesting!" Gao Yuan replied lightly, picking up a basketball and jumping to shoot.

"Fourth Middle School will win, fourth Middle School will win!'''" The students in the audience began to sing in unison.

Wang Xuechao had a gloomy face, stood in the coach's position, lowered his head and said to Shi Guang: "Have you brought all the things?"

"I have brought it all, and the school doctor I called is coming here on the way!" Shi Guang slapped the medical box next to him and said.

Qin Lan looked at the blood-red medical box with a little horror and blurted out: "Coach, why do you bring this? Could it be ''''"

When I talk about it, I dare not continue.

Wang Xuechao glanced at Qin Lan with a look of horror on his face, sighed, and said, "Be careful!"

Qin Lan stopped talking, sat on the rest mat, turning the pencil in her hand without pressing it, and her eyes slapped at the excited and angry faces of the stands around her from time to time.

Oh my God? Is this the Fourth Middle School?

Qin Lan thought in disbelief, and suddenly a word that the plateau once said in the afternoon: Bloody battle with No. 4 Middle School!

Blood?! This is not a competition. Is this going to become a battlefield? Qin Lan could not imagine it anymore and couldn't help but stare at Yan Yufeng.

Don’t be hurt anymore? Don’t be afraid!

Qin Lan was completely uneasy at this moment.

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"Coach Long, sit here!" A man with a face that was almost fifty years old but had a white hair signaled that all the students in this row would stand up. The students were about to get angry. After seeing who it was, their faces changed. They immediately stood up and all dodged away.

"Thank you, Director Zhang, let you, the director of the teaching, arrange your position. How can I get such a big face?" Long Dahai said while showing how long it takes to sit down, and laughed at the person who was called Director Zhang.

"Coach Long, look, aren't you polite? You are the most famous coach in Beiyang. You are here to watch the football. The atmosphere on the scene is really a bit messy. I have to go everywhere to search! Lost your companion! Lost your companion!" As he said that, Director Zhang left.

Long Dahaishu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the students around him, and said to Huang Fei, sitting next to him, "The basketball atmosphere at No. 4 Middle School is very good!"

Huang Fei nodded when he heard this, and his ears were filled with noise without any discomfort: "Yes, what a strong away game. I haven't seen the students of No. 4 Middle School so enthusiastic a few days ago!"

Tang Chaohui next to him said in a deep voice: "It depends on who you are. For No. 12 Middle School, No. 4 Middle School naturally needs to change his spirit!" As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Mo Feng next to him and explained: "Last year, No. 12 Middle School snatched the quarterfinals that he was about to eat from No. 4 Middle School. No. 4 Middle School has formed a bond with No. 12 Middle School!"

Mo Feng nodded in understanding, looked at the fanatical student beside him, and then looked at the field. Suddenly, he saw Yan Yufeng's figure and shouted: "Captain, look, he is Little Kobe!"

Mo Feng's words immediately attracted the full attention of Long Dahai and the other two.

Long Dahai was puzzled today. His favorite student Tang Chaohui had always been calm today, but he looked panicked and ran to the office to ask him to watch a game.
To be continued...