"It seems like I understand..."

"No matter what you do, I have to understand it!" Gu Jianfeng said loudly: "It's one noon now, and we can practice until four o'clock in the afternoon, which is three hours. There is not much time left for us. It's best for everyone to be nervous."

Long Ya raised his hand and asked, "By the way, where is the archaeological team Pang Yuhan in?"

"You said Pang Yuhan of the Archaeology team, this person is the target we need to focus on guard against." Gu Jianfeng said in a deep thought, "I watched the game almost throughout the league last year. I was particularly impressed by Pang Yuhan, a player. His scoring ability is very strong. He revolved the situation with his own strength in many important games. He is the de facto spiritual leader of the Archaeology team."

"The dead shemale is so powerful?"

Gu Jianfeng was amused by Long Ya's own nickname for Pang Yuhan's antonym and smiled: "Don't say that Pang Yuhan really has a feminine temperament, but don't be confused by his gentle appearance. Pang Yuhan's accurate positioning, extremely fast and decisive moves are beyond the reach of others. He won the MVP title in several games and was nominated for the best small forward after the league. This person in the archaeological team is the most threatening, and you must attach great importance to it in the game."

Everyone did not expect that Pang Yuhan received such a high evaluation from Teacher Gu, and they couldn't help but feel a little silent for a moment.

No wonder the dead lady is talking about it and letting the Chinese department tremble. I think it can be done easily with his ability.

After spending a few minutes explaining the characteristics of the opponent, the whole team began to do targeted dribbling training. Among them, Rongchuanlin was the most active in training. Gu Jianfeng had to ask him not to be so active and to preserve his strength for the upcoming game.

Liu Xiyue looked at it for half an hour and felt bored. She stood up and left. Before leaving, she waved her pink fists to everyone and shouted: "Try hard! Strive!" She looked very cute.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the team basically finished the temporary cramming training and made a brief rest and adjustment.

The organizer began to organize student union personnel to enter the venue with banners and slogans. Many student audiences also came to grab seats.

The No. 4 Basketball Hall is specially designed and built for basketball games and can accommodate two or three thousand spectators. The Department of Archaeology students present,

More than 90 people came in with five or six banners to find a seat, occupying the best position in the stands on the west. According to the competition system, the archaeological team will appear in the locker room on the west.

The banners read "Let all opponents become our cultural relics! The Chinese Department should be buried underground! For us, you are just a little baby who is careful and careless! Use a Luoyang shovel to serve the Chinese Department! Ancient Chinese, written on paper, lost in history, will eventually become the research object of archaeology!" Everything is full of the characteristics of the archaeology department and is deterrent.

There are also official banners from the organizer hanging in the middle: "Friendship first, competition second", "Integrity and unity, work together", and "Family planning is a basic national policy of our country."

Gradually, there were more spectators, almost one-third of the audience seats, most of which were girls. This game of strong teams playing against weak teams was in the group stage, and it was not aroused the interest of many fans.

Most of the female audiences are fans of the archaeological team. To be precise, they are fans of Pang Yuhan, a flower-loving man. They are born with a delicate face and a kind heart. They have such a good pen, but they still play well. The four major advantages are gathered together, so it is difficult not to become a female idol.

Pang Yuhan is also one of the "Top Ten Male Gods of Tea School" who are comparable to Qu Jingsen. An otaku like Song Baojun, who can only feel ashamed of himself when he sees him.

The female fans concentrated in the western stands and put out a large number of slogans supporting Pang Yuhan, including many fanatical fans who expressed their love to the male god.

There are very few supporters of the Chinese Department, and the students are busy with love and love. Who has the heart to watch the game? What's more, it may be a game that loses very badly. There are even more popular characters like Pang Yuhan, either otaku or **silk, and the audience cannot be interested.

The Chinese team stayed in the locker room to the east and was interviewed by a reporter from a university TV station.

There is no beautiful female anchor, only a pretty female reporter and a photographer who seems to be impatient. This game is not very important, and the reporter interview is just a perfunctory task. At present, the TV station is preparing to broadcast another strong confrontational game in the South Division.

The locker room in the basketball court is divided into two rooms, east and west, for the home team and away team respectively, but now it is a group match, so there is not so much attention. The locker room is dirty and messy, with players' wardrobe on the walls, and the locks have been broken. There are shoes left by players of a team last season in the corner, which have been moldy and rotten.

After sorting out a little, all the staff stood behind Teacher Gu, posing in a passionate spirit and began to be interviewed.

"Dear spectators, the upcoming game here is the archaeological team vs. The ancient Chinese team's Ancient Arts United team. Now I'm here to the locker room of the Chinese team No. 4 Basketball Hall in the East Campus." The female reporter put on heavy makeup on her face and said to the camera, "Let's come and interview the Chinese team coach Mr. Gu Jianfeng and his team members on the spot to hear what they think of this game?"

As he said that, he handed the recorder to Gu Jianfeng's mouth and said with a smile: "Hello Teacher Gu, do you think the chances of winning this game are high?"

Gu Jianfeng seemed very nervous when facing the camera. After hesitating for a long time, everyone behind him was anxious for him. After a long time, he put on a sentence: "Uh, is this a live broadcast?"

"Oh, no, it's a recording and broadcast. The university news will be edited and broadcast later." The female reporter sighed and said to the photographer: "Start again!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Deng Yanlin said bluntly: "Teacher Gu, are you okay? If you don't, let me do it."

Guo Jun is not willing to be outdone: "Teacher Gu, it doesn't matter if you haven't seen the world, don't hurt us to become a laughing stock in the whole school."

"Teacher Gu, are you coveting the beauty of your journalists? This is not enough."

"Enough of you!"

After the female reporter said it again, she asked: "Hello Teacher Gu, do you think the chances of winning this game are high?"

Gu Jianfeng replied: "I, I think the archaeological team is very strong, but we also have our advantages, at least we won't lose easily." He stuttered, blushed, his eyes dodging and did not dare to look at the camera. The classmates were all embarrassed for him.

The female reporter then asked: "Why do you think the Chinese team will not lose to the archaeological team that belongs to the top eight teams in the school?"

"This, that's it..." Gu Jianfeng thought for a long time and replied: "We have great balls, balls, players, and have also conducted long-term and extensive targeted training. He shouldn't lose."

He basically said nonsense and lies. Song Baojun and Long Ya's ball blinds are "excellent". They only conducted a few hours of extra training, "long-term", "large amount", and so on, and I don't know where to start.

The female reporter smiled and said, "It seems that Teacher Gu is very confident. Have you ever thought about what to do if you lose? As far as I know, the archaeological team has already made a statement and will try their best to compete with you and will not show mercy."

"Uh, we won't give up."

"A lot of fans who support the archaeological team came to the scene. What do you think about this?" The female reporter continued to raise a question that the other party was difficult to answer.

Gu Jianfeng said carefully: "No matter who the audience supports, we will do our best."

The female reporter asked again: "According to a reliable source, our school's football fan organization sets the odds of the Chinese team at 1 to 15. Do you have anything to say about this?"

All the subtexts of this female reporter's questions were all implying that the Chinese team was not as good as the archaeological team, so they almost said to each other directly: "If you can't win, don't compete, go back."

Gu Jianfeng had no choice but to respond: "Well, I have nothing to say. The odds they set are their business and have nothing to do with me. We just need to play well."

The female reporter said: "How many points do you think you can accept in this game? Five points, ten points, or fifteen points?"

"Well……"

Song Baojun, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted: "No team is willing to be the foil of others. We are here to win."

"Sorry, classmate, please don't ruin the interview, okay?" The female reporter gestured to the photographer with a cold face: "Okay, this lens is cut off."

Song Baojun snatched the recording pen and threw it hard to the ground. With a snap, the recording pen split into pieces.

The female reporter was frightened by his sudden action and said, "Hey...you..."

"The interview is over," said Song Baojun.

The photographer said angrily: "You! What do you want to do!"

Song Baojun picked up a bench and held it in his hand: "By the way, I interviewed our Chinese basketball team before, and spent a lot of our precious time and coach Gu's energy. The interview fee is 5,000 yuan in total. I hope I will come again next time."

The photographer narrowed his eyes and suddenly jumped up and said in horror: "I, I remembered it! You are the bully student who last ransomware interview fee and beat our director Wei Jiali!"

The members of the Otaku Brotherhood behind Song Baojun rushed out like a hungry dog ​​who saw a bone and surrounded the photographer. The female reporter was so scared that she was stunned and stood there.

Tan Qingkai took the lead and slapped the photographer in the face: "Who is bully? Who is bully? Today's market economy, we should get rewards for our labor. Do you think it's a TV station that comes to interview without paying money! How can there be such a cheap thing in the world!"

Gu Jianfeng quickly covered his eyes with his hands, feeling quite frustrated: These guys know nothing about basketball, but their style is even more awesome than the gangsters.

The photographer protected the camera and retreated repeatedly, laughing and said, "Sorry, sorry..."

Song Baojun said: "I know you can't afford the interview fee, so delete all the shots taken in front and disappear in front of us."

Song Baojun said: "Zhang Junbao, you are so cute, how many WeChat public accounts are? I heard that I am going to go and have a look."

Zhang Junbao fucked: "zhangjunbao1981, don't try it." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!