Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

Chapter 83: Fame in the World

"Lu Di!" Hu Weidong opened the door and saw the person at the door, and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"Haha, Uncle Hu!" Lu Di raised his usual smile and responded.

"Why are you here? Come, come in first!" Hu Weidong opened the door completely and waved his hand to let Lu Di come in.

Lu Di looked around and said, "Uncle Hu, your room is quite simple."

"Why do you want it to be so luxurious? Why, you little dear, do you think I am very rich!" Hu Weidong couldn't help laughing when he heard this, took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and handed it to Lu Di who was still touching everywhere.

"Haha, Uncle Hu, you are the head coach of Jiangsu Nangang now! You should have some pomp, no matter what you say!" Lu Di took the Coke, sat on the sofa, and smiled unrestrainedly.

Hu Weidong laughed out loud. For some reason, when he saw this boy, he always felt very happy, and his body was always filled with the smell he liked.

The taste of youth.

"Why are you free to come to me?" Hu Weidong asked.

Lu Di glanced at the red bookcase, filled with trophys, especially the MVP's trophy, which attracted his eyes, licked his mouth, and replied casually: "I am watching TV!"

"Watch TV?" Hu Weidong laughed in silence.

"Well, I'm here for a walk today. I'll play with the big guys on the front line. After chatting for a while, I remember that there was a game today. I thought about it and went to you to see it. Who told you to live in the base!" Lu Di explained, with a wicked smile on his face.

"What game?" Hu Weidong had long been used to Lu Di's big or small, and asked after hearing this.

"The competition between Beiyang No. 12 Middle School and Hunan Changsha Mingde Middle School!" Lu Di replied.

"Oh! Is it the competition today?" Hu Weidong couldn't help but become interested.

"Well, that's right, it's today! I just remembered that there should be live broadcasts. I've long known that there are not many bases, but there are many TV channels! Haha!" Lu Di laughed.

"Haha!" Hu Weidong shook his head and smiled, walked to the TV, and said, "Let me see if there is any broadcast!"

One by one, when I switched to Hunan Sports TV, the advertisement of Naobaijin was playing: "I don't give gifts during the holiday this year, I only give gifts to Naobaijin `````````````````````````````````````````

"No! Not broadcasting?" Lu Di shouted.

Suddenly the picture turned, a line of large characters were scratched from the screen, and then a voiceover appeared: "Dear viewers, welcome to continue watching the second half of the National CHBL High School Men's Basketball League Hunan Division Changsha Mingde Middle School vs. Beiyang No. 12 Middle School in Jiangsu Division live broadcast by Hunan Sports TV station for you."

"I have it!" Lu Dixie shouted.

"It's all in the second half!" Hu Weidong frowned and sat next to Lu Di in disappointment, staring at the TV.

"Mr. Zhang, can you give a simple comment on the performance of the two teams in the first half?" asked the commentator sitting on the left to a person on the right who looked obviously a guest.

"This person is a coach who has made his debut in the 70th generation in Hunan. He is considered a veteran of the basketball industry in Hunan. His name is Zhang Qing and his nickname is San Mengzi!" Hu Weidong pointed to the guest and introduced.

"Uncle Hu, do you know each other?" Lu Di asked.

"I have been dealing with each other, and I almost became his disciple!" Hu Weidong said with a smile.

"Oh!" Lu Di was surprised.

At this time, Zhang Qing had already started to analyze the situation in the first half in detail, and with his own opinions, Hu Weidong waved his hands and signaled Lu Di not to ask anymore.

Both of them were no longer talking and were quietly watching TV.

"Based on the performance and tactics of the two teams in the first half, it is obvious that these are two teams with very similar technical and tactical skills. You can see this from the technical data table!" Zhang Qing said.

"Huh!" Lu Di said in surprise. He knew very well what type of team Beiyang was. And for three years he had been competing in the national competition, he knew very well what kind of team Changsha Mingde was.

Changsha Mingde is a team that pays great attention to the combination of internal and external forces, emphasizing the internal and external attacks, while Beiyang No. 12 Middle School is obviously a team that relies on individual individual soldiers to fight. The advantage lies in the small cooperation with a few people. Under the overall mobilization, it is somewhat at a disadvantage. How could these two teams be of the same type?

Just as Lu Di was surprised, the technical data sheet had already appeared on the screen. After seeing it, Lu Di once again exclaimed, how could this be possible?

11 of 21 three-pointers, 7 of 13 two-pointers, and 4 of 5 free throws. This is a completely different team data sheet that attacks from outside the line!

Lu Di was stunned for a moment, looked at Hu Weidong, and found that he was also thinking.

Has Beiyang No. 12 Middle School transformed into another style of team in just one month?

This huge question mark appeared in the minds of both of them at the same time.

"Did you see that Beiyang 12 shot 21 three-pointers. This was only the first half. In the first quarter, he only made 5 shots and made only 25% of the shooting percentage. In the second quarter, he made 16 shots, but he miraculously hit 11 times, and the hit rate reached 68%. This is a very high three-point shooting percentage! Among them, No. 15 alone made 12 shots, but he made 6. I can only say now that his hands are as hot as boiling water, which is really too hot!" Zhang Qing shook his head and exclaimed, his face still looked unbelievable.

"No! It's too fake!" Lu Di shouted.

"50% hit rate!" Hu Weidong said slowly.

"Yes, the performance of the 15th in the second quarter can only be performed perfectly. He has set the highest record of scores in a single quarter with 21 points! This is a miracle that is not big or small!" The host also exclaimed.

"Changsha Mingde is completely confused now. Unexpectedly, they, who have always been known for their powerful firepower, encountered a team that was even stronger than theirs. This was really surprising!" Zhang Qing continued.

Immediately afterwards, the first half of the first half began to be broadcasted. Most of the time, the score performance of No. 15 was the score performance of No. 15. Lu Di's expression became more and more surprised, until he saw Ye Changfeng at the bottom line, under the single-on-single defense of No. 23, he couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"It's so accurate!" This is Hu Weidong's praise.

"Uncle Hu, you can catch up with you!" Lu Di remembered the person sitting beside him, but China was once recognized as the three-point king!

"Catch up with me? Haha, the younger generation is so terrifying!" Hu Weidong smiled calmly, leaned on the sofa, but his eyes were fixed on No. 15.

"A month ago, I had already paid attention to this No. 15. Unexpectedly, in just one month, he improved again, and it was as fast as a rocket!" Hu Weidong continued.

"A month ago, I didn't take him seriously at the home court of Nanjing Jiu Middle School. I didn't expect that it would become so terrible now!" Lu Di murmured at the TV and couldn't believe it.

"Where is No. 8?" Hu Weidong suddenly remembered and said loudly.

"Yes, where is him?" Lu Di looked for Yan Yufeng's technical statistics, but searched for a long time but didn't find it. "Did he not play?" Lu Di's expression became strange.

"What exactly is Beiyang No. 12 Middle School?" Hu Weidong couldn't help frowning when he was sure that Yan Yufeng did not play at all.

According to their own experience, when a team changes dramatically, there is no doubt that the key and important thing here is definitely their head coach!

"I heard that Beiyang No. 12 Middle School has changed a new head coach?" Hu Weidong looked at Lu Di and asked.

"Well! I heard about it, it seems that this coach is very not simple!" Lu Di also thought of the idea and nodded and replied.

Hu Weidong got the correct answer and a surprised expression appeared on his face. Who is this head coach? In just one month, he brought a team that is not yet mature in technical and tactical to a new level.

To a large extent, Hu Weidong has always believed that Beiyang No. 12 Middle School can reach this point completely due to the contribution of No. 8. In his heart, he also subconsciously made a judgment that Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, who had lost No. 8, would be in a complete defeat, but what about now?

Changsha Mingde Middle School also knew a little bit, and it felt that it was not a Yunan team. Such a team was actually lost to No. 8 by this team. In the first half, they were defeated and lost repeatedly, falling behind by as much as 16 points.

Although such a score is obtained by the strong performance of No. 15, it is undeniable that this is inseparable from the tactical cooperation of the whole team.

Hu Weidong clearly saw from TV that every move on No. 15 was almost reliant on the help of his teammates' pick-and-roll, or attracted firepower under the pick-and-roll, so he easily scored.

This was completely different from the Beiyang No. 12 Middle School that I saw sitting at the home court of Nanjing Jiu Middle School a month ago.

It can be said that this is a completely formed team. Who built such a team?

Hu Weidong suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, who is this head coach?

The voiceover sounded again, and Zhang Qing's voice sounded again: "Comprehensive the performance of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School in the first half, it can be seen that this is something their mysterious head coach cannot be separated. Before the game, he appeared at the press conference with a mysterious halo. It can be seen that he has always been confident. Moreover, from my opinion, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School did not use all its strength. The legendary Jiangsu MVP has been sitting leisurely off the court. No one of us knows what kind of strength this No. 8 is more terrifying than No. 15?" Speaking of this, Zhang Qing's 70-year-old face showed an excited expression and said: "This team that came from afar is a mystery itself, and maybe it will be a myth!"

"Myth?" the host asked.

"Haha, everything may be announced in the second half. Okay, the second half will be around!" Zhang Qing held his mouth very carefully and asked in an experienced manner.

The host also stopped and asked appropriately, saying, "Well, the competition is about to begin. The audience sitting on the TV, now the live broadcast for you is "`````````````````````."

"Myth?" Lu Di murmured.

"Hehe!" Hu Weidong thought silently in his heart and smiled.

"Uncle Hu, you must know!" After Lu Di was puzzled, he immediately said when he saw Hu Weidong's smile.

Hu Weidong glanced at Lu Di, then pointed to the TV and said, "The game is about to begin, watch it carefully!"

A strange look flashed in Lu Di's eyes, he pursed his lips and focused on the game that was about to start.

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"Remember, in the third quarter, everyone tried to relax and play, but it was not to ask you to slack off in the game, but to put down your mentality and make adjustments to the personnel, Xiang Jie, Li Feng, Dazhu, Cao Tao, Zhai Yong, and Zhili!" Shang Lin's last sentence was shocked.

"Coach, I'm here?" Ouyang Shangzhi looked panicked.

"That's right, you will not end if you go on for ten minutes!" Shang Lin's smile looked very confident.

Now, even Yan Yufeng was shocked.

Ouyang Shangzhi was even more scared at this time. He let himself stay on for ten minutes. Did I hear it wrong?

"Go up and try to fight as relaxed as possible. Just treat yourself as you are in training. Don't be afraid, anyone will have a first time!" Shang Lin saw Ouyang Shangzhi's stage fright and slowed down and encouraged.

"I understand, coach!" Ouyang Shangzhi finally realized that he was really going to play this time, and replied dejectedly.

"Phangyuan, you are the commander on the field. Do you understand what I mean?" Shang Lin stared at Phangyuan and said.

Gao Yuan glanced at Ouyang Shangzhi who was standing next to him, and was uneasy, nodded, and said, "Coach, I understand what you mean."

"Okay, come on the court!" Shang Lin waved his hand and added: "No matter what the score in this quarter, I won't blame you!"

Ye Changfeng glanced at Ouyang Shangzhi when he heard this, and understood what the coach said just now.

Suddenly, he understood what the coach said in the second quarter, it turned out that the lead was so many points, which was a waste of this kid.

To train someone, it turns out that this is what it takes! Ye Changfeng shook his head, slapped Ouyang Shangzhi with one hand on the head, and shouted: "I'm mentally retarded, now you are the core of the whole team!"

Ouyang Shangzhi was frightened and blinked his big eyes, black and white, and said timidly: "What if I can't perform well and drag the whole team down?"
To be continued...