Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

Sword discussion Qinhuai

Xia Tian took off his glasses tiredly, lay down on the chair, pinched and caressed his sore eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.

In another two days, the semi-finals will be the final. I attach great importance to the Jiangsu selection match of the National CHBL High School Basketball League. I don’t allow any mistakes in summer. What he longs for is to meet his old opponent - Nanyang Model Middle School in the South District Championship. This year is Lu Di’s last year to stay in the 9th Middle School. He left, which is undoubtedly a huge loss for the 9th Middle School. After this year, it will be a very difficult thing to defeat the 9th Middle School next time.

What Xia Tian has to do now is to defeat all the heroes from the southern region steadily and then fight to the death with Nanyang!

However, before this, I had to qualify in Jiangsu Province. Now I have to face an unknown team from Beiyang. This team can be said to be the number one dark horse in this selection match, defeating China Southern Airlines Affiliated Middle School and Nanjing No. 10 Middle School and making it to the semi-finals.

"Beiyang No. 12 Middle School?" Xia Tian whispered, his heart full of doubts.

I have never seen this team before, and I have never even heard of it. In my memory, Beiyang No. 2 Middle School is a good team, but other teams really know nothing.

Summer is clear about some of the basketball league systems in Beiyang. Every September, the city will hold a municipal high school basketball league, and then decide the championship, winning the Jiangsu selection match of the National High School Basketball League held in Nanjing next February.

This means that this Beiyang No. 12 Middle School defeated Beiyang's old overlord and advanced into Nanjing. From this point of view, this team should be good. In the next second game, they won by a gap of more than ten and advanced to the semi-finals.

What kind of team is this?

I feel uneasy in summer.

Just now, I have read all the statistics of the first two games of this team. From this, Xia Tian has basically understood the basic level of each player of this team, but one thing I feel is very unaware of.

Thinking of this, Xia Tian sat up and took out a picture of a lot of information at the table. What caught his eyes was a photo of a very pretty boy. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was sneering, but his pretty face added domineering under those flat eyebrows.

Xia Tian looked at this photo carefully. She just took a rough look just now, but now she looks serious, but she feels a different feeling.

The sneer was like Monlarisa's smile, giving herself an indescribable feeling.

Extreme confidence and sharp momentum have a sense of contempt for the world.

A thought came to my mind, and this boy felt that it was extraordinary!

"Yan Yufeng, wearing No. 8, is a small forward, 1.90 meters tall, and weighs 82 kilograms." Xia Tian slowly recited.

The boy's technical statistics are very strange. He started the first game, but he didn't score points, rebounds, assists several times, and was a substitute in the second game, but he didn't play for a minute! This is so abnormal!

How to explain it? He is a main player, but when facing the competition, he was nervous and did not score a point. Then he became a substitute in the second game and was completely abandoned by the coach?

Is that true?" Xia Tian said in confusion.

"It's unlikely. This is really weird. In the first game, everyone scored points, but he didn't score. This is unreasonable. Alas, it would be great if there was a video of the first game. If you saw it with your own eyes, you should understand how good the level of No. 8 is!" Xia Tian said to himself in distress.

"By the way, don't you know just by calling?" Xia Tian suddenly patted his forehead and laughed.

I called Long Dahai, the coach of Beiyang No. 2 Middle School who had met several times and asked him, "Do you know everything?" Xia Tian said while saying that fortunately, he exchanged business cards with Long Dahai politely at that time, otherwise there would be no way now, so he opened the drawer and looked for a business card.

"That's it!" Xia Tian took the business card in his hand and laughed.

I picked up my phone and broadcast it according to the mobile phone number on the brand. After a while, a voice with a hazy sleepiness sounded: "Hey, I'm Long Dahai!"

"Hello, I am the head coach of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, Coach Long! Sorry, I'm still disturbing you so late!"

"Oh````````, I didn't expect it was Coach Xia. Why, is there anything wrong with me?" Long Dahai, who was next to the phone, was obviously surprised and his voice became clear.

"Oh, that's right, I'm asking you personally, you should know!"

"Okay, who are you asking?"

"A boy named Yan Yufeng, wearing a No. 8 jersey!"

"``````````````````````````." The phone suddenly fell silent.

"He is from Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, Coach Long, do you remember?" Xia Tian thought Long Dahai didn't hear it clearly, so he added.

"I know, is he the person you are asking?" Long Dahai finally spoke, but his voice was in a strange tone.

"Yes, the day after tomorrow, it's the day when we played against Beiyang No. 12 Middle School. I didn't expect that in less than a year, Beiyang's basketball level has improved so much, and they have reached the semi-finals!" Xia Tian said with a smile, feeling that coach Long seemed to be in a dim mood, and he couldn't help but praise Beiyang immediately.

"Oh, is that right? Hehe!" Long Dahai was also laughing, but no matter how he heard it, he felt that he was smiling bitterly.

"By the way, can you talk about this number 8? I'm very interested in him!"

"Oh, can you tell me the reason?"

"It's like this ```````````````````!" Xia Tian expressed his doubts and said nothing more: "I personally feel that this No. 8 should not be so bad, but there is no evidence, so I'm here to trouble coach Long!"

"```````````````````````." There was another silence on the side of the phone.

"Can you tell me? Coach Long!" Xia Tian felt a little impatient. Coach Long's personality was too strange! It seemed to have exposed his scars.

"Then I'll tell you!" Long Dahai finally spoke, his voice was very calm, but it was full of memories.

"This No. 8 is the best player I have ever seen. If you train well and stay in a few more years, his achievements will not be imagined by you and I can imagine! Only such a player is available in dreams, but in reality, it is difficult to find one in China. Don't say that I deliberately praised him because I was defeated by him to relieve my incompetence. In the entire Beiyang, he is recognized as the strongest!"

Xia Tian was stunned and couldn't figure it out at once. He kept saying, "Coach Long, can you explain it clearly? This No. 8 is very strong!"

"Yes, about what you said just now, there was no score in the first game and no play in the second game. From my opinion, this is another trick of him! Hehe." Long Dahai said this, and couldn't help but smile again, remembering the battle last year. In the last few minutes, Yan Yufeng was strangled to death by the second midfielder like lightning.

"Crack!" Xia Tian suddenly caught something and shouted.

"This boy plays well and has a very smart head, and is ruthless and fast. He doesn't win games by relying solely on his skills, but by relying on his brain to defeat you!"

"You said he is just hiding his strength now?" Xia Tian finally understood.

"What do you think? I think he just thinks that your Ninth Middle School is too strong, so he hopes to hide his strength. When the moment of the game, he suddenly takes action and defeats you without any countermeasures in the fastest time!" Long Dahai understood Yan Yufeng's true intention after listening to Xia Tian's introduction just now.

"It's too easy to think!" Xia Tian couldn't help but sneer. No. 9 Middle School has the strength to compete for the national championship, and it is not something a small team can defeat.

"Maybe! Half a year ago, I also faced them with the same idea you have now, but what's the result? You have seen it now!" Long Dahai's voice suddenly fell.

"Even if he is very powerful and a genius, he doesn't have the strength to fight against Nine Middle School!" Xia Tian still didn't believe everything Long Dahai said, a player that you can imagine? Hehe, I haven't met such a person in China yet, and the best person I see is Lu Di!

"I don't want to say more, I wish you good luck!" Long Dahai paused and said again: "I know I don't believe what I said. You have Lu Di, but I can bet that Yan Yufeng and Lu Di are duel, and I bet Yan Yufeng win!"

"Oh, is that?" Xia Tian got a little angry.

"You will know when the game is over. Finally, I will give you another suggestion: Don't think that there is no one else except Yan Yufeng in Beiyang No. 12 Middle School. They are a group of wolves, a group of wolves that are as strong as granite. A team that will never give up until the last moment! When the game is over, you will know the ferocity and tenacity of this group of wolves from Beiyang. Haha!" Long Dahai hung up the phone amid laughter.

"Whatever you say, play the piano randomly!" Xia Tian cursed with a tantrum while holding his phone on the sofa.

After his mood calmed down, Xia Tian finally sorted out his chaotic thoughts. Looking at Yan Yufeng's photos, he did not leave his sight for a long time.

"Are you really that strong? Want to defeat No. 9 Middle School? You actually played with us! Hehe!" Xia Tian was angry for the first time in coaching for so long.

In the journey of becoming the overlord of Jiangsu, countless teams have delusions to challenge the supreme position of No. 9 Middle School, but under Xia Tian's leadership, they have defeated them sober up one by one, making them awaken the extremely powerful strength of No. 9 Middle School.

In the past few years, Xia Tian has been calm and calm, and has never been angry because of his opponent's pre-match curses and fake moves. But this time, facing this little team that is as good as a baby, Xia Tian is really angry.

Unexpectedly, this child who looked not at all dangerous and had a childlike smile had a bright dagger hidden in his hand.

"It's ridiculous and sad to want to kill No. 9 Middle School!" Xia Tian finally calmed down. Looking at Yan Yufeng's warm competition technical statistics, he twisted it into a ball with one hand, and then walked into the waste paper tube placed in the corner.

"Come on, let me see what Yan Yufeng has three heads and six arms!" Xia Tian's sneering voice echoed in the room.

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"Hey, handsome guy, it's time to get up!"

"Don't pay attention to me!" Yan Yufeng turned over, pulled up the quilt and covered his head.

"Boss, I promised to go shopping today. Get up quickly! It's 10 o'clock!" Wang Zhiquan was still pestering him.

"You guys go, I beg you, I'm really sleepy!" Yan Yufeng begged in the quilt.

"No!" Wang Zhiquan said as he lifted the quilt.

"Damn it! It's cold!" Yan Yufeng Juran felt a chill in his lower body and couldn't help but shout.

"Get up quickly, everyone is waiting for you!"

"I really admire you. Don't lift the quilt. Can't I get up?" Yan Yufeng's sleepiness was finally disturbed by Wang Zhiquan. He shouted and sat up, shouted.

"Hehe, isn't this enough? I'm wasting my saliva!" Wang Zhiquan smiled proudly, clapping his hands, looking as if he was not flat.

Yan Yufeng rolled his eyes, pouted something in his mouth, got out of bed and started to wear clothes.

"We're waiting for you downstairs, come down quickly!" Wang Zhiquan waited until Yan Yufeng had completely put on his clothes before giving instructors, and then left the room.

"Damn it, it's unreasonable. Isn't it just arriving in the semi-finals? What's there to celebrate!" Yan Yufeng said depressedly.

Because he made it to the semi-finals of the 12th Middle School, not only was the ecstatic 12th Middle School , but the entire Beiyang Sports Bureau was extremely excited. Not only did he send a bonus immediately, he also decided to give his wallet to the entire basketball team of the 12th Middle School to visit Nanjing in one day.

This decision immediately made every player very excited. This is free, aren't you happy?

However, Yan Yufeng didn't care at all. He wouldn't say that he didn't like to play. Even if he liked it, he wouldn't be able to play.

I originally decided to have a good sleep today, but I didn't expect that I would get up and force myself to go out on the street.

"Oh! Bored!" Yan Yufeng sighed.

The day after tomorrow, I went against Ninth Middle School. I didn’t expect to meet him in this semi-finals. Yan Yufeng knew that it would never be possible to hide anything anymore. He had heard of the strength of Ninth Middle School. He had to spend twelve points of energy facing him.

I hope that person is in No. 9 Middle School, that would be great.

Thinking of this, Yan Yufeng couldn't help but feel excited again. Judging from all the newspapers now, he believed that the road to the dark horse of the 12th Middle School has come to an end. Facing the giant of the 9th Middle School, looking at the achievements and historical background of the 9th Middle School in recent years, everyone thinks that the 12th Middle School will be defeated.

This is a team that has inputted a lot of talents for the CBA team Jiangsu Nangang. Now half of the players in the team are the first and second-tier team members of the Jiangsu Nangang Youth Team! Such strength and level are simply a CBA quasi-second team!

Yan Yufeng is very clear about this and also understands it very well, hehe! What does that mean?

CBA?

I never watch it!

Yan Yufeng thought coldly, the suppressed war ambitions these days have finally evolved into a killing force before the war that is about to come!

A murderous aura that would stop me and die, and a murderous aura that would rebel against me was surging in my chest.

Yan Yufeng seemed to be back at the time when he was first successful in his football skills and was extremely arrogant, and his heart was full of confidence and strength.

I believe I can do it!

Look at it!

Yan Yufeng thought secretly in his heart.
To be continued...