Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

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Room 705, the teaching staff accommodation building of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, is almost one o'clock in the morning, but there are still lights in the bedroom room. When the whole building is dark, the lights are even more conspicuous.

Old Man Wang, who was in charge of the door, locked the door with a flashlight, looked up at the lights on the 7th floor, and muttered: Teacher Shang is really strange. He doesn’t sleep so late every day, and he goes to bed later than me. It’s really strange!

"Clang!" The clock hanging on the wall rang, and it became louder in the quiet room.

Shang Lin looked up at the clock and said to himself, "Just one?" He shook his head, shook his sore hands, concentrated his energy, and then returned to his laptop to continue to check the information.

Although Shang Lin has now become the head coach of No. 12 Middle School, since Mr. Ouli of Duke University did not agree to his resignation, he just promised to give himself time and left the position of the first assistant coach empty, it was clearly awaiting his return.

"Oh!" Shang Lin sighed. He could only be grateful for Mr. Ouli's reaction, but it also put more pressure on himself. The career he has achieved over the years is not something he wants. Shang Lin sometimes feels heartbroken for no reason. No one is perfect. Shang Lin has also privately thoughts about what he is doing now.

However, what makes me feel relieved is that I am not disappointed when I come this time. This team has great development potential, and according to their characteristics, this is completely in line with their tactical theory. You must know that what a good coach wants to see most is not only talented players, but the most important thing is whether this team can match their skills and tactics.

Fortunately, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School fully conforms to its tactical theory, which is the most critical reason why Shang Lin stayed.

In fact, his friend Wang Shang's disunderstanding of himself is completely correct. Next year, Mr. Ouli will be hired as the head coach by the New York Knicks. Fax, the general manager of the Knicks, has become well-known to everyone in New York. In addition, with more than 20 years of good friends, everyone thinks that Mr. Ouli cannot refuse to take over the Knicks. Shang Lin also thinks that this is the case.

But why is it next year?

Shang Lin knew very well that eight years ago, he came to the United States to study, and the first person he met was Ouli. The two chatted in a coffee shop until late at night. After that, Mr. Ouli recommended him to go to Pittsburgh Basketball School for further studies. He then introduced him to the head coach of the University of North Carolinaro and became an assistant coach of the University of North Carolina basketball team. Three years later, Mr. Ouli finally recruited him to Duke University and became the first assistant coach. Over the past eight years, Mr. Ouli has formed an indissoluble bond with him, which can be described as high and deep.

As for why Mr. Ouli valued him so much, Shang Lin also knew very well. In terms of sects, the two of them belonged to the academic school and talked about tactics. They also pursued the theory of winning quickly. Depending on their personality, everyone who knew them laughed and said that except for the skin color, the others were surprisingly consistent!

Why did Mr. Ori ask for his promise for several years in the Knicks? To a large extent, he couldn't give up the love affair between Duke University, which he had been together day and night for more than 30 years. He has been waiting for the appearance of a successor. No matter what the country of this person is, Mr. Ori won't care.

"Oh!" Shang Lin sighed again. He couldn't refuse Mr. Ouli's intentions. The only thing he could do now is to do well in the experimental field of Twelve Middle School and have a great harvest to verify his tactical theory.

He will eventually return to the United States, but Shang Lin made up his mind to not push Twelve Middle School to a peak in the Chinese high school basketball industry, he would never leave.

In addition, Shang Lin also had a vague plan in his mind.

After facing Yan Yufeng and Ouyang Shangzhi, two extremely talented players, Shang Lin's first idea was to bring them to the United States. Only there, only in that atmosphere, can they have greater breakthroughs and fundamentally qualitative changes.

Relatively speaking, after living in the United States where individualism is very serious, Shang Lin has not been extremely excited about players like Xiang Yan Yufeng with outstanding personal abilities and amazing physical fitness, except for the initial surprise, he was not as excited as Xiang Wang Xuechao.

In the United States, Shang Lin sees that there are quite a few such players. They have physical qualities that are much better than ordinary people, but they do not have the technical and tactical concepts that complement it. Once such players play professional games, they will become waste products.

A player who can only dunk will never be liked by the coach. If this is the case, then the NBA, NBDL, CBA and other professional basketball leagues (note: it is also a professional basketball league in the United States) will long be expanded into hundreds of teams, rather than just thirty teams now!

What Shang Lin has to do to Yan Yufeng now is to correct all his technical shortcomings, instill correct basketball concepts in him, and give him more room for development. This is what Shang Lin thought.

As for Ouyang Shangzhi, Shang Lin had a clear conscience and was somewhat partial. This was not only because of that chance encounter that made him interested in this little boy with unusual thinking with ordinary people, but even more so, Shang Lin's amazing speed and thinking speed of him.

As for the situation on the field, you can immediately calculate the approximate offensive and defensive routes in your mind in a very short time and take action immediately. This is the most basic thing that an excellent organizer should have. Ouyang Shangzhi has a unique innate victory in this regard.

Shang Lin was very surprised that he could achieve a considerable level of proficiency in controlling basketball within half a year. This means that Ouyang Shangzhi, a 15-year-old boy, has developed very quickly in his brain power.

Because the hands are the most critical means of expression of a person’s mind!

Coupled with his amazing speed, not waiting for holidays, this is definitely a player who makes people feel terrible. Imagine the speed of lightning, the skillful ball sense, and the amazing judgment and organizational ability. When he stands on this court that is only about twenty meters long, you will feel a sense of fatigue that cannot stop him at all!

I didn’t expect that such a genius would be born here!

Shang Lin can be said that now he has devoted a lot of energy to Ouyang Shangzhi, because he understands very well that this age group is the most capable period. If he doesn’t do it now, it will be difficult to reach the next level.

Because of this, Shang Lin is now completely focusing on the basketball team of the 12 Middle School. He hopes to train this team into a basketball team that can completely dominate the whole of China in the shortest time, and then return to the United States to continue to hone himself and fulfill his ideals.

"Huh!" Shang Linshu exhaled his breath, drank a cup of coffee, covered his temples, cleaned his thoughts, then turned on the optical drive and put the CD of the video of the team game that he was facing in the first round. Now, he can't rest yet, so he must watch all these video discs, and then analyze and summarize the team's disadvantages and advantages. Tomorrow, he must start systematic training.

On the dark campus, the 705th floor of the staff accommodation is still bright. From a distance, it looks like a star in the starry sky, but maybe not long after, the light emitted by this star will shine Beiyang No. 12 Middle School into the most dazzling star in China!

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The phone suddenly rang. Yan Yufeng, who was eating the morning he was cooking, stood up reluctantly, wiped his mouth, pouted something, walked to the phone, picked it up and asked, "Hey!"

"Hey, is it you?" Yan asked in a low voice from the other side of the phone.

"Yeah, it's me!" Yan Yufeng's heart, which was still a little dissatisfied, suddenly disappeared, and replaced it with a surprise.

"That's good. I was worried just now. What should I say if someone answered the phone call?" Qin Yan's soft voice was circling in his ears, making Yan Yufeng feel itchy in his ears immediately.

"No, I'm the only one in my family. Most of the time, if you want to call in the future, don't worry!" Yan Yufeng replied immediately.

"Well, today is Sunday, the weather is very good." Qin Yan said slowly.

"Yes, yes, the weather is very good!" Yan Yufeng didn't know why Yan said that, so he had to continue.

"```````````````." The phone was silent for a while. After a while, Qin Yan's voice was finally heard: "Since the weather is good, can we come out together?"

"Boom!" Yan Yufeng's heart jumped violently, as if he was hit hard by a hammer, and he suddenly became excited.

"Yes, yes!" Yan Yufeng said repeatedly.

"Where are we meeting?" Qin Yan seemed to have a louder voice because Yan Yufeng agreed.

"Jingxinzhai!" Yan Yufeng said.

"Well, just say that. My mother is here. I can't say much. I'm going to die!" Yan's voice was like a little rabbit who was disturbed, and he said quickly and in a very low voice.

"Yeah, yeah, you hang up!" Yan Yufeng suddenly felt like he was doing something that was not visible, and he felt very exciting in his heart.

After putting down the phone, Yan Yufeng couldn't help but cheer, looking for clothes in the closet like a bang.

Yan Yufeng can guarantee that the speed of coming to Jingxinzhai this time was the fastest time. When he turned around the 88th circle at the door, he finally saw Qin Yan.

When Qin Yan, wearing a tight denim outfit, walked up to her face and hugged her with a smile, Yan Yufeng finally felt from that smile that this was not Qin Yan, but Qin Lan.

"You ````````````````````````````` Yan Yufeng couldn't speak for a moment.

Qin Yan smiled, showed two dimples, looked at Yan Yufeng with his head turned and said, "Can't you wear this way?"

"No, no, but I thought your sister was here!" Yan Yufeng touched his head awkwardly.

"I don't know why, I don't want to wear the original clothes, so I stole the denim suit my sister just bought, haha!" Qin Yan smiled cutely, while Yan Yufeng looked at her in a daze, not even knowing what she was thinking now.

"Where do you want to go?" Qin Yan asked.

"Where do you want to go?" Yan Yufeng couldn't help but feel stupid again after being stunned and asked in distress.

Qin Yan pursed her lips and naturally wiped her hair that had grown over her pretty shoulders. A cunning flashed in her eyes and said, "I'll take you to a place!"

"Where?" Yan Yufeng asked.

"You will know when you go!" Qin Yan turned his head and looked at Yan Yufeng with a light smile.

Looking at the back that looked very much like Qin Lan, Yan Yufeng was suddenly confused in reality and illusion!

At this time, Qin Yan's dress, tone, and expressions were not the same as Qin Yan I knew before, but this did not make Yan Yufeng feel unfamiliar, but instead inspired a deeper throbbing in his heart.

In confusion, Yan Yufeng shouted softly and strided to catch up.

Qin Yan, who was walking in front, was not as generous and lively as she showed now. In her heart, she was extremely nervous. This was her first time trying to change herself, but Qin Yan herself didn't know what would happen if she did this.

I want to change myself, and I don’t want to be the weak Qin Yan anymore.

Qin Yan thought firmly in her heart that when she closed the door from that rainy night, Qin Yan found that she was about to be changed.

With her back against the gate, Yan was breathing rapidly. She really wanted to turn around and open the door and look at him again. The stiff-headed him holding the umbrella, he looked very stupid. Even if he was just a glance, Qin Yan would be willing!

During the hesitation, time was lost. When she made up her mind, there was no sign of him outside the door, leaving behind the surging rain curtain. She was disappointed and regretful. Suddenly, she hated herself a little, who was unwilling to pursue in everything.

That night, I rarely climbed onto my sister's bed. The two sisters lay side by side on the bed, quietly listening to the sound of raindrops outside slapping on the eaves.

She snuggled in her sister's arms. Listening to her sister talking about her unhappiness, Qin Yan was very curious about why her sister suddenly said so much tonight, but she felt like she suddenly came to her sister's bed, and she didn't know the reason for no reason.

The sister said that she liked a boy, but she was unhappy because of the first meeting with each other, which made the boy very hostile to her and had no affection for her.

My sister said she regretted it very much, but she did not give up because of it. Instead, she continued to work hard. Even after expressing it to the boy, she did not give up and continued to work hard.

Qin Yan admired her sister very much, just as she envied her sister for being so cheerful and why she learned so many things, but she only knew how to play the piano to envy her.

Sometimes, Qin Yan would sit there quietly, watching her sister playing happily, and the loud laughter made her feel so envious under the blue sky.

Suddenly, the sister hugged her and asked her in her ear if there was anyone she liked now. She was obviously scared and shook her head and said no. Then the sister said to her in a very cautious tone: "If you think you like it, then you have to take the initiative. If you don't take the initiative, you won't know whether he likes you too. Do you understand? Yan'er!"

In that dark night, I could still see the affirmation from my sister's shiny eyes. When I asked back, what if I knew he didn't like you?, my sister smiled indifferently and felt a sense of heartache. My sister said: If I understand, my heart will be at peace. This is better than not knowing nothing and guessing randomly.

I nodded my head without understanding, and then my sister was held in my arms vigorously. I could faintly hear my sister's choking sound. I suddenly realized that what my sister said was true.

Who is that boy? Why doesn’t even look down on someone as good as his sister?

Qin Yan was gradually in the arms of her sister, and slowly, all of her mind was full of his figure. The hesitation in front of the door flashed in front of her again. Maybe, what her sister said was right. If you don’t take the initiative, how could you know if he likes you?

On that night, with the sound of rain that had never stopped, the smoke made up a decision.

She had never fought for anything and decided to change something for the sake of being alone.

Qin Yan firmly remembered her sister's words, but forgot her sister's sobs at this moment. What is hidden behind the moving and beautiful feeling of love?

Qin Yan doesn’t know, but will she know in the end?

The ticking sound of rain seemed to be telling something!

"Is this here?" Yan Yufeng asked curiously, standing in front of a door with the words Qinyuan engraved on the top of a door.

"Well, come in! There is no one here now!" Qin Yan raised the key in his hand and suddenly laughed: "I have the key!"

Looking at the empty big room, there were no decorations or furniture. The only thing that existed was the sixteen guqins neatly placed in the middle.

"This is `````````````````." Yan Yufeng pointed at the guqin and looked at Qin Yan standing at the door in speculation and asked.
To be continued...