"Where I learn the piano!" Qin Yan walked among the piano with light steps, brushing each guqin all the way, making a low and pleasant sound.

"This is my seat!" Qin Yan stood in front of a guqin, looking at Yan Yufeng who was still stunned in front of the door, and said with a little pride.

Yan Yufeng didn't say anything, but just looked at Qin Yan standing by the piano quietly. At this time, her expression was so focused, and her face was rippling with a sense of joy from the heart. In her eyes, there was a proud temperament flashing.

"Let me play a song for you. Do you want to hear it?" Qin Yan asked with a playful look on his head.

"Yeah! I'm willing!" Yan Yufeng nodded, found a seat and sat down.

Qin Yan sat sideways gracefully, put his hands on the guqin, and looked down at the ancient Qin with a slightly lowered head.

Suddenly, the whole room became quiet, and the sunlight shone out from the window facing the sun. A light golden sunlight shone on Qin Yan's body. In the sunlight, Yan Yufeng seemed to see the colorful light curtain that bloomed. In the light curtain, Qin Yan's beautiful face became more and more afraid to look at it!

Yan Yufeng's breathing almost stopped. He looked at her blankly. Suddenly, the joy sounded, like the birds singing outside the window, low and crisp, as light as flowing water, suddenly, it flashed like thunder, the strong wind blew, the sudden rain blew, making people unable to breathe, gradually slowing down, and in the moment, the wind cleared and the clouds shone, the spring sun shining, the intoxicating birds singing accompanied the breeze on their face, as if there was a wet smell of rain.

"Does it sound good?" Qin Yan put away her hands, and under the sunlight, she had to squint her eyes slightly and asked at Yan Yufeng who was sitting there.

Yan Yufeng looked out the window with his side face. The brilliant sunshine and the emerald green scenery blended into a beautiful scenery. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and sniffed the air hard, hoping to smell the rain.

"Why don't you speak?" At some point, Qin Yan had already walked to Yan Yufeng and looked at him with his head down slightly.

"It sounds nice!" Yan Yufeng withdrew his gaze, looked up at Qin Yan who was looking at him worriedly, and replied softly.

A sunny smile bloomed on Qin Yan's face, smiling as innocent as a little girl.

"Do you still want to hear it?"

"Yeah!" Yan Yufeng nodded heavily.

"Look at how beautiful you are, how many songs do you want to listen to?" Qin Yan asked happily, then turned around and trot back to the throne, then looked at Yan Yufeng deeply and started playing.

"I am willing to listen to ten thousand songs if you like it!" Yan Yufeng said softly, looking at Qin Yan, and the moving piano sounded in his ears again. His heart was lost and he looked at Qin Yan in a daze, and there was nothing else.

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Su Zhicheng stared at the TV with a gloomy face, and shots appeared in his eyes, deeply engraved into the deepest part of his heart, even making him feel a sense of coldness.

Everything is too different from my imagination. After watching this video about No. 12 Middle School, Su Zhicheng had to admit that this team had a chance to eliminate Nanjing No. 9 Middle School. Although Su Zhicheng sneered at it in tactical terms, his personal skills made his heart feel a little cold.

No. 15, No. 5, and No. 4 are all very good, especially No. 15. Judging from the technical movements, they are completely the scoring machine type. Even Su Zhicheng feels very comfortable in the shooting posture. Su Zhicheng can only be said to be very surprised by his hit rate. A 43% hit rate is not a joke.

However, according to the call from Mr. Hu Xin who went to collect information, this team has a more powerful figure, nicknamed Kobe Little, wearing the No. 8 jersey. This person is the key figure in the No. 12 Middle School eliminating No. 9 Middle School. However, because the video data is difficult to deal with, Jiangsu doesn't know how to do it. The blockade of these things is quite strict. Hu Xin was able to get the video of the No. 8 Middle School and China Southern Airlines Affiliated Middle School, and also the second round of the game with Nanjing No. 1 Middle School, but he did not get the video of the biggest unpopular match against No. 9 Middle School. Therefore, he could not get a specific understanding of No. 8.

Su Zhicheng watched the video again. The No. 8, who didn't care about it just now, now made him wonder. Is this person who didn't get many points the key figure to defeat Nanjing Jiu Middle School?

I can't understand!

"Maybe this is just a player who suddenly explodes. That can only be said that Nanjing Jiu Middle School is really unlucky!" Su Zhicheng said to himself, and then focused on players who felt threatened in his mind, such as No. 15.

In a few days, I hope Hu Xin gets first-hand information from this team and then read this No. 8.

There are still many things to do. After watching the video, Su Zhicheng suddenly felt that he had a lot to do. After waiting, he had to hold a meeting quickly so that the players could get familiar with the team as soon as possible.

I can't be a head coach who was eliminated in the first round!

Su Zhicheng thought fiercely in his heart.

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"Everyone carefully looked at this No. 7 and looked at this positional offensive and defensive battle. Changsha Mingde Middle School has been covering him from beginning to end. The ball has reached his hands no less than four times. Let's look at this fast attack again. After two players broke down in advance, they gave the ball to No. 7. Seeing this, you should be able to see that No. 7 is the core figure of Mingde Middle School." Shang Lin used a signal stick to the freeze-frame screen, and the heavy points were on the No. 7 player.

"It feels pretty good!" Ye Changfeng said.

This sentence immediately made the whole team laugh in a low voice.

This place is still the training arena of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School. Everyone sat on the ground and sat neatly in three rows. Head coach Shang Lin stood in front of them, with a large-screen TV next to them.

"This is a very distinctive team. Their strength lies in their tough battles. They have at least seven sets of offensive tactics, and each set of tactics can easily tear open the opponent's position and defense. Their core No. 7 player is obviously a very good player. He is a small forward, good at scoring in the center line, and has certain abilities in running positions." Shang Lin said again.

Xiang Jie and Han Dazhu laughed, Gao Yuan glanced at them, patted their heads with his hands, and glared and shouted: "Don't look contemptuous, be serious!"

Xiang Jie curled his lips dissatisfiedly, but he still corrected his expression. Shang Lin took this scene in his eyes and nodded secretly. A few days ago, Wang Xuechao was still asking himself that he was still free of charge as the captain and had to choose a candidate as soon as possible, because this had a lot to do with stabilizing the morale of the army.

Shang Lin naturally understood that the position of captain is very important. In principle, the strongest person in the team is the most qualified to be the position of captain, but Shang Lin did not think so. The captain does not have to have superb skills. The most important thing is to see whether the whole team is obeyed by him. This is very important. A team must have a person who can produce all the entire army at a command. In this way, the original captain Gao Yuan has undoubtedly the highest prestige in the team. Whether it is Yan Yufeng with skill NO.1, Ye Changfeng with a bit of arrogance, Wang Zhiquan with a bad temper, and Long Guang, from the eyes of these players looking at Gao Yuan, it can be seen that in their hearts, the prestige of the captain of Gao Yuan still exists invisibly.

Shang Lin's thoughts quickly turned back, calmed down, and said, "I made a private comparison for this team, that is, even before I arrived, you have the ability to defeat it."

"That's natural!" Ye Changfeng mumbled again.

"Anotherwise, since I have come and it has been a month since I have been here, now I will assign you a homework, hoping that everyone can complete it successfully." Shang Lin glanced at the team and then said: "The game is based on the three-game elimination system. The first game is, we are at home, and everyone should understand the benefits of the home game." Speaking of this, Shang Lin glanced at the team again.

At this time, the whole team was successfully aroused the passion in their hearts by the coach's two glances. After this year's training, everyone thought that it was the best. In the upcoming first round of competition, everyone held their breath and worked hard for more than a month, and everyone was under fire.

"Thirty, you must win Mingde thirty at home!" Shang Lin pointed at the whole team with a signal stick, and said word by word.

The audience was stunned, thirty? You heard it right!

"I know very well how Beiyang No. 12 Middle School has reached this point step by step. You have shed your sweat and blood in every game. To this day, there is no doubt that you are already a very terrible team, but what does the outside world think of you?

Dark horse? Big dark horse?

What does the word dark horse represent? Everyone should be very clear that a weak team miraculously made an unpopular crowd. This is the meaning of dark horse. So, is this the truth?

Maybe it was, but I can tell you loudly, it is definitely not now!" Shang Lin shouted passionately.

"Now, it's time for you to use all your strength to destroy all your confidence in Mingde with the advantage of the home court. Can you do it?" Shang Lin asked loudly.

"Can do it!" the whole team shouted in unison.

"Use your sharp claws as sharp as leopards and tigers, and use your speed as fast as lightning to win your first national competition with all your efforts to train hard over the past month!" Shang Lin shouted.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the name of the tactical style I taught you over the past month, I'm called it - Hurricane!" After saying this, Shang Lin threw the signal stick in his hand to the ground and walked out. When the team members looked at his back together, he stopped his pace, suddenly raised his arms, and said to everyone: "I hope this hurricane can sweep across China."

"Ga!" The gate of the stadium was pushed open and was immediately locked up, and the stadium returned to silence.

Yan Yufeng turned around, but saw Ye Changfeng looking at him. From his eyes, he saw a fire, a burning fire.

"It's time to train!" Gao Yuan stood up, picked up a ball and walked towards the court. Behind him, Xiang Jie, Zhai Yong, Dazhu, and every one stood up silently and devoted himself to the training.

"Hurricane!" Yan Yufeng shouted loudly to the sky.

Hurricane! This word that represents crazy and crazy, powerful and unstoppable, and indestructible will become the lifelong word of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School. It will make every team facing it feel trembling and fearful.

We will destroy everything that blocks our steps like a hurricane, until we want to go.

I firmly believe it!

Yan Yufeng looked up at the ceiling, covered her heart and swearing.

hurricane

Great Qin Bingbing

2004-11-14
Chapter completed!