The King of Beiyang (2)

"Lan'er, tomorrow will be the first and second place between your 12th Middle School and 2nd Middle School. What? How are you, the team leader, ready?" Qin Zheng asked with his job, holding his job and looking at his daughter Qin Lan, sitting opposite him.

Qin Lan was surprised and didn't know why her father asked this. She knew that the relationship between her father and No. 2 Middle School was extraordinary. What does this question mean now?

"What, do you think your father is a spy? Haha```````!" Qin Zheng laughed.

"No, the atmosphere in the team is very good. Everyone is training seriously to prepare for tomorrow's game!" Qin Lan thought for a while and said.

"Hey, what are you talking about when you are eating? Today I'm eating fish, don't talk! Be careful to swallow the fish bones!" Qin Lan's mother, Long Jinshi, showed the spirit of the eldest son in the family, and arrived at the father and daughter as if ordered.

When Qin Zheng saw that his wife was angry, he smiled, lowered his head and ate, and stopped talking.

Qin Lan breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the dish, but saw her sister's eyes flashing, as if she was listening to her conversation with her father just now.

"What does she care about?" A question mark flashed through Qin Lan's mind.

"Lan'er, do you have confidence in your No. 2 Middle School tomorrow's competition?" Qin Zheng took the opportunity and asked again.

"Yes!" Qin Lan blurted out, and she was also surprised, surprised by her firmness.

"Oh! So sure?" Qin Zheng smiled, glanced at the madam's ominous look, spread out his chopsticks, stood up, and said, "I'm full!" After that, he turned to the hall.

Qin Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and had no intention of eating any more. She also spread out her chopsticks and said, "I'm full too!"

"Oh, ````````` Why are you all like this?`````!" Long Jinqi couldn't help but shout.

"Mom, eat this piece without fish bones!" Qin Yan seized the opportunity to pick up a piece of fish meat and said to his mother's bowl.

Long Jinzi immediately smiled: "Well, good daughter, hum, this family is the most obedient!"

Qin Yan smiled, but looked at her sister who was walking into the living room, and thoughts of passing it up in her heart.

Why do I feel like this? Why do my father and sister always get distracted from the topics I want to talk about???

For him?

Yan Yufeng!

Alas ````````````````````.

Qin Yan sighed, reluctantly calmed herself down and lowered her head to eat.

"Dad, tomorrow will you cheer for your daughter or for the King No. 2 Middle School that you have cultivated with ten years of hard work?" Qin Lan's father, who wanted to sit on the sofa, spoke up about the problem he had been holding on for a long time.

"Oh`````````` Why did you ask like this?" Qin Zheng was stunned for a moment, thinking about how to answer, and answered casually.

"I want to know my father's position!" Qin Lan said seriously.

All my father's energy and mind were devoted to No. 2 Middle School. Tang Chaohui, Su Ku and other top figures in Beiyang were discovered by him. After ten years of sharpening swords, he finally achieved the No. 2 Middle School of Kings!

Tomorrow is the day when No. 12 Middle School challenged No. 2 Middle School, Qin Lan really wants to know what her father thought.

Qin Zheng glanced at his eldest daughter who had been stubborn since childhood, and was silent, saying, "My position is `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

"Hmph, I knew that dad thought so!" Qin Lan hummed and sat down.

"Haha``````````````, Lan'er, you have to understand Dad!" Qin Zheng smiled and continued: "Tomorrow's game may be a very exciting game, or a very dull game, maybe!"

Qin Lan was shocked. She knew her father, who was familiar with her father, who had been immersed in the field of basketball for more than 20 years, must have made some sense of his words. She couldn't help but ask immediately: "Dad, why do you say that?"

"This is a secret, but maybe your coach Wang Xuechao should be able to see something!" Qin Zheng said with a mysterious smile.

"Dad, how could you do this!" Qin Lan said depressed and acted like a coquettish.

"Haha````````, forgive your dad! It will naturally be decided tomorrow!" Qin Zheng laughed.

"Hmph, I'm in the room!" Qin Lan pouted and shook her hand to leave.

"Oh, my baby daughter is angry, haha```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

"What's the problem? I'm going to go back to my room!" Qin Lan knew that her father must have some problems. She pretended to accidentally turn her body over and asked strangely.

"Why are you so confident in No. 12 Middle School? Is it because of No. 8?" Qin Zheng suddenly became serious and asked.

Qin Lan was stunned for a moment, looking at her father's serious expression, she really didn't know why her father asked this, and paused: "Yes ```!"

"Well, I understand!" Qin Zheng nodded and suddenly said, "I know that No. 8 of your No. 12 Middle School will challenge you to No. 8 of your No. 12 Middle School this morning!"

"I know ````````` But I don't believe Yan Yufeng will lose!" Qin Lan actually heard about this a long time ago, but she always didn't believe it. How could Yan Yufeng be defeated by Tang Chaohui and be defeated? This is absolutely impossible!

"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes!" Qin Zheng recalled the scene in the morning, and his back flashed in his eyes with a calm expression. What was this No. 8 thinking?

It's so uneasy for me.

No, I have to know the strength of this No. 8!

Qin Zheng thought secretly.

"Yan Yufeng really lost?" Qin Lan widened her beautiful eyes

"Yes, I lost completely, and before the game was over, he took the initiative to admit defeat! Hehe, the newcomer king of Beiyang??" Qin Zheng showed a contemptuous expression, but his eyes were fixed on his daughter.

Qin Lan was indeed angry and shouted loudly: "No, Yan Yufeng cannot be like this. He will not lose, let alone admit defeat!"

"Do you know him very well? How much do you know him?" Qin Zheng said with a smile. His daughter finally couldn't help it and got angry!

"He is the best. Whether it is football skills or the desire for victory, in his eyes, Beiyang is just a small place. What he wants to see is not Beiyang, but the bigger world outside!" Qin Lan was excited, spread her arms, and shouted proudly.

If Yan Yufeng heard this now, he would definitely be surprised, surprised that Qin Lan knew him so well and understood him!

"Oh, where is his ideal? How can Gao Wuyuan be the one that happened to you at your age!" Qin Zheng was a little surprised that his daughter was so excited, but he remained silent and continued to ask.

Qin Lan looked at her father angrily and suddenly said, "I'll know tomorrow!" After that, she turned around and left.

"Lan'er, Lan'er'er'``````````````!" Qin Zheng didn't expect that his daughter would be like this, so he shouted twice without any response. When he saw his wife walking in suspiciously, he quickly sat down in disappointment, picked up the newspaper next to him and looked at it.

"It's not normal for one big and one small, what's wrong?" Long Jinshi glanced at Qin Lan who had already entered the door, then looked at her husband who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and said gurglingly.

Qin Yan stepped into the living room, without saying a word, and walked straight to his room.

Passing by his sister's room, Qin Yan hesitated for a while, and finally walked over. When he pushed open his door, Qin Yan thought: There is nothing between him and I at all? Why should I ask my sister?

Alas, forget it!

Maybe I'm just worrying about it!

Haha`````````````````, Qin Yan's mouth moved and she smiled with a self-deprecating smile.

"Wife, you're fine tomorrow, right?" Qin Zheng asked his wife who was cleaning the room tentatively.

"What? What do you want to do again?" Long Jinqi asked casually.

"Hehe, let's go to the game tomorrow. It's not good if you don't go to the basketball team of my daughter's school!" Qin Zheng said with a smile on his face.

"Hmph``````````````, the doctor said you have high blood pressure, don't go to crowded places. Have you forgotten?" Long Jinzi said with a cold face.

"Oh, is that right? It's okay, I have a ticket to a good position! Besides, why am I excited to watch such a game? I'm afraid that our parents won't go, I'm sorry for my daughter!" Qin said quickly, and finally took out the ultimate killer move. "Hehe, Qin Zheng, when will you care about your daughter so much?" How could Long Jinqi not know what her husband was thinking? Without compromise, he still said with a stern face.

"I have always cared about this ```````````````," Qin Zheng saw that his wife still refused to give in, and knew that she had seen through it, and said with a smile.

"Is that true?" Long Jinqi turned around indifferently, walked out with the rag in his hand, making Qin Zheng look desperate.

Watching the TV in frustration, Qin Zheng couldn't play with the remote control in his hand. Suddenly, he saw his wife passing by and asked casually: "How about you wearing this one tomorrow?"

"Wear this one tomorrow?" Qin Zheng showed a confused look on his face, but just a second later, Qin Zheng suddenly became energetic and shouted: "Beautiful, beautiful, it's perfect to wear this one!"

Listening to his father shouting loudly in the living room, Qin Lan sat on the bed in his room and mumbled: "Dad, are you really so good to me? I don't believe it!"

Qin Yan suddenly leaned on his desk with relief, and a kind of unreasonable joy jumped into his heart: tomorrow, I can see him, tomorrow, tomorrow````````.

Qin Yan held her face and smiled foolishly, not even understanding why she was laughing!

What's wrong with me?

I don’t know, I just know that I can see him again!

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"Chaohui, Mo Feng, come here!" Long Dahai stood beside the huge indoor training ground of No. 2 Middle School, shouting loudly.

Tang Chaohui and Mo Feng looked at each other, wiped their sweat, and ran over all the way.

"Don't be too serious in training, there will be a competition tomorrow! Be careful, don't drop the chain at this time and hurt yourself!" Long Dahai looked at the sweat on his two beloved disciples' faces, and said in a serious tone but auspicious voice.

"I understand, we will be careful!" Tang and Mo said at the same time.

"Well, I'm asking you to come here to talk about tomorrow's tactical arrangements!" Long Dahai walked out a few steps, and Tang Chaohui and Mo Feng hurriedly followed and stood behind the coach.

"Tomorrow's game has been planned by Coach Huang, and tomorrow's tactical theme is offensive! The specific tactics are `````````````````````````````````````````` Long Dahaiddled, glanced at Tang Chaohui and Mo Feng, and slowly spoke: "Displaced defensive tactics!"

"What? Misplaced defense?" Tang Chaohui screamed in shock, and a cold light flashed in Mo Feng's eyes. There was surprise, expectation, and more excitement!

"No, it's not right, it's not right to defend!" Long Dahai said solemnly.

"Who guards who?" Tang Chaohui asked.

"You guard against Xiang Jie, the power forward of No. 12 Middle School, and Mo Feng will defend Yan Yufeng No. 8 of No. 12 Middle School!" Long Dahai said this, and when he mentioned the three words Yan Yufeng, his pupils in his eyes couldn't help but shrink. Needless to say, in the past two days, the three words Yan Yufeng should be by his side every moment!

"Why do you need to do this? Do you think I can't defend against Yan Yufeng, or do you coach, you don't trust me!" Tang Chaohui was a little excited.

"Captain, you misunderstood the coach!" Mo Feng stretched out and patted Tang Chaohui, and said in a deep voice.

Long Dahai looked at the calm Mo Feng in surprise, and a strange thought arose in his heart: Why are you not surprised? Have you guessed it long ago?
To be continued...