Heartbeat rain peak

The opening ceremony ended with the exciting street dance of the street dance of the twelve Forty-two Middle School girls team. The beauty team has been out for a long time. Wang Zhiqi and the gang of punks are still staring at the confused mind. Zhai Yong was unable to concentrate because of the top beauty sitting next to him. Most of the male compatriots were poured out by the beauty's charm just now and saliva was flowing out.

Yan Yufeng touched Xiang Jie who was beside him and said, "Hey, guess who wins!"

Xiang Jie was still not coming back to his senses when Yan Yufeng touched him. He looked at Qin Lan in the front row with an answer, and said, "Are the girls in Forty-two Middle School all beauties? Why is it so beautiful when you walk out? Oh, it's so beautiful!"

Yan Yufeng rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, I'm asking you a question!"

Xiang Jie continued to sigh: "If I have the opportunity to choose, I will definitely apply to No. 42 Middle School when I choose my choice in the middle school entrance examination! The boys there are so happy!"

Yan Yufeng simply stopped looking for him, and touched Hu Yang who was sitting on the other side and said, "Guess who wins?"

Hu Yang was still looking for the figure of the beautiful street dance team just now on the court. He heard this and said a little impatiently: "Is that need to be said? Second Middle School Bei!"

Yan Yufeng shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking. He glanced at the stadium. The two teams of No. 2 Middle School and Huyun High School in the opening game had already taken their positions on their benches. After a few glances, he saw Mo Feng wearing the No. 4 jersey and Tang Chaohui who had just swore down from the rostrum, who had just swore off the rostrum, was talking about something. Mo Feng was about to play, and what about him? Alas, he had to wait for a day.

Coach Wang Xuechao turned his head in the front row, glanced at everyone, and said, "Look carefully and see how the champion team plays the game!"

Everyone responded with laughter and chatted with each other, so the topic was naturally inseparable from the beautiful street dance team just now.

Yan Yufeng looked at the plateau in front. He was like himself, watching the players who were preparing to play on the court. After thinking about it, he stood up, walked down the sidewalk between the stands, walked down three rows and came to the side of the plateau and sat down. Gaoyuan looked up at Yan Yufeng, smiled and said, "Why, can't you see clearly?"

Yan Yufeng shook his head and said, "No, I want to chat with you!"

Gao Yuan was a little surprised and said, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Basketball!" Yan Yufeng looked at the court and said.

"Basketball? Which aspect?" Gao Yuan asked interested.

"In any aspect, let's talk about your understanding of basketball!" Yan Yufeng said.

"Insight? I can't say. To be honest, we have just stepped into the sacred hall of basketball. We need many things to learn, but we feel that we don't know where to go. Have you ever felt like this?" Gao Yuan opened his mouth and said.

"Yes, we don't know anything, we're very blind!" Yan Yufeng said deeply. It's been three years since he finally understood this truth. He used to think that he was invincible in Beiyang, and challenged and played everywhere, arrogantly and domineering. Until he saw Ye Changfeng's skills, he realized that there was a sky outside the day, at least in terms of movement and eyesight, and he seriously taught the skills of a backward jump shot towards Songzi Ball. But after learning these few days, he realized that just this technical move alone would take several years to figure out and understand, and it could not be learned overnight.

"It seems that you have been training very hard recently. Have you been stimulated by No. 1 and No. 15?" Gao Yuan suddenly said lightly.

Yan Yufeng was stunned, suddenly smiled and said, "I'm stimulated? I can't fade."

"Are you confident?" Gao Yuan continued to ask.

"What confidence?" Yan Yufeng turned his head and looked at Gao Yuan and asked.

Gao Yuan smiled and said, "Defeat the confidence of No. 1 and No. 15!"

A bright light flashed in Yan Yufeng's eyes and he said, "I haven't thought about it, they are not within my consideration!"

Gao Yuan was stunned for a moment, suddenly laughed and said, "It seems that I was wrong. I thought you had no confidence, but I didn't know that you were just the opposite and confident!"

At this moment, the referee walked to the center circle position, stretched out his right hand high, put the whistle in his mouth, and blew the whistle of the first game of the 9th Power Cup High School Basketball League in Beiyang.

Yan Yufeng pointed to the players of the two teams who had already played and said, "Let's take a look at the No. 2 Middle School basketball team that has defended its three consecutive championships!"

Gao Yuan looked at Tang Chaohui, the No. 11, the soul of the No. 2 Middle School basketball team, and said in a deep voice: "MVP!"

"MVP!" Yan Yufeng also thought, his eyes full of excitement.

Tang Chaohui naturally didn't know that there were two very eager eyes on him in the stands. He took pictures of the other team members and instructed: "Easy, fight like this according to training, stand in your own position, and remember what your identity is?"

The other four people looked at each other, formed a circle, piled up their hands together, and shouted in unison: "Champion!"

"Do it well!" Tang Chaohui shouted, with a look of kingly spirit!

The Huyun High School basketball team also yelled in a circle, but in terms of sound gate and momentum, it was far lower than No. 2 Middle School. The lack of confidence made more than 7,000 people present could hear it.

One is the defending champion who has been in the third consecutive year, and the other has not reached the quarterfinals for several years and has stopped in the district competition every year. Last year, the two teams came to open the game, which made Huyun's coach grit his teeth and helpless.

"Let's bet that in the first half, Second Middle School will resolve the battle!" Gao Yuan said.

"What do you mean is that at the end of the first half, the scores of the two teams were 20 points apart?" Yan Yufeng said.

"That's right, at least 20 points, Huyun has lost the confidence to win." Gao Yuan glanced at the inactive Huyun High School player.

Yan Yufeng didn't say anything. Looking at the No. 2 Middle School player who had already stood on the court, his eyes were full of warlike and desire.

With the referee's whistle, Beiyang's first battle began.

Pay the full profile of the players and coaches of the two teams.

Second Middle School

Center: Wang Xiaofang Tao

Power forward: Fang Yongmofeng Chen Yiqun

Small forward: Qiu Guoyi, child shirt, Zhu Shuhao

Defender: Tang Chaohui Li Zibin Yin Dakui Su Tong

Coach: Long Dahai Huangfei

Huyun High School

Center: Xiong Dafang Xia Jiajun

Power forward: Zhu Jinlin, Wang Keying, Li Weixiong

Small forward: Zhang Baoming, Ma Guoliang, Tang Shouzheng

Defender: Fang Zuqi, Yang Weiguang, Song Jinsheng, Zhao Ximing

Coach: Yu Youxian Xue Rongzhe

(Don't scold me for being troubled. It's better to explain a lot of things one by one. Even if these characters are sometimes mentioned in one sentence, at least they need a name, haha!)

The jump ball in the middle circle was undoubtedly touched by Wang Xiao, the center of the second center, who is also the number one in Beiyang, who is more than two meters tall and known as the number one in Beiyang.

Tang Chaohui jumped up and immediately grabbed the ball, avoided the stolen ball by the defender of Huyun High School, drove forward a few steps, and immediately threw the ball to the front court.

Xiao Qianfeng Zhang Baoming was the first to appear at the place where the ball fell. He glanced at the ball and did not stop at all. He made a three-step layup and easily pulled the ball into the basket.

2-0, less than 3 seconds into the game.

The ball was sent from Huyun's bottom line. Just in the first half, the organization guard Yang Weiguang was suddenly double-teamed by Su Tong and Tang Chaohui. One of them was caught off guard. The ball suddenly turned into a dead ball. Yang Weiguang hugged the ball tightly and saw his people through the gap between Tang Chaohui and the others. He struggled to escape from the double-teamed ball and passed the ball out.

A figure immediately appeared horizontally, and the other raised his hand and broke the ball. After the baby shirt broke the ball, an arrow rushed towards Huyun's half. No one was in the backcourt. Huyun's players allowed the baby shirt to easily send the ball into the basket.

4 to 0, less than 10 seconds at the beginning.

Huyun served again. This time, Huyun's players were careful and passed the half quickly. The players of No. 2 Middle School had already stood up and kept their half tightly.

After passing the ball several times, Huyun team still couldn't find a chance to take action. Seeing that the 24-second offensive time was approaching, Fang Zuqi, the scoring guard of Huyun, rushed to take action. The ball was hit on the rebound without hope. Wang Xiao, who had been waiting for a long time, snatched it in his hand. After a look, Wang Xiao shook his hand and threw the ball directly to the frontcourt.

At this time, the three offensive players of the second middle school were already in place one step faster than those of Huyun. Qiu Guoyi, who was outside the three-point line in the left arc, immediately passed the ball to the children's shirt. The children's shirt took the ball and made a fake move. He easily swung past the Huyun player who hurried back to defense, moved forward, and suddenly threw the ball high into the basket. Tang Chaohui appeared in an instant. He jumped high, caught the ball, and gently pushed it, and he pushed it into the basket with a very elegant way.

When the ball landed, the time had just reached 45 seconds, and the score was 6 to 0, and the Huyun didn't get any score.

Yan Yufeng, who was sitting in the stands, shook his head and said, "It seems that we have all said that the battle can be solved in the first quarter. Huyun's resistance is really poor!"

Gao Yuan also shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "It's only less than a minute that I've been hit by No. 2 Middle School three times and scored three times back. It's like a training match like a teaching science!"

The game continued, and Huyun's coach Yu Youxian did not call the timeout because he knew very well, and it would be useless to call it. The tactical qualities of the two teams were not at the same level, both in consciousness and in technology, not to mention that the players' determination to win at all and their morale was completely gone. How can we talk about victory?

When the whistle of the first section ended, Yan Yufeng stood up and said, "I'd better go back, there's nothing to watch."

Gao Yuan glanced at the score display board hanging high on the east wall, which showed 26 to 8, and it was only two points away from the 20 objective score limit that had been set by the overall situation, and said, "Don't you look at it anymore? Don't you want to see Tang Chaohui's strength?"

Yan Yufeng looked at Tang Chaohui who was sitting on the sidelines' rest seat and said, "Do you think such a game can show his true strength?!"

Gao Yuan nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, you go first! But you have to say hello to the coach!"

Yan Yufeng said kindly and said to Wang Xuechao, who was sitting behind and talking to Shi Guang, "Coach, I feel a little uncomfortable and want to leave first!"

Wang Xuechao was stunned and immediately understood why Yan Yufeng was leaving. There was no way. He nodded and said, "You go, but you must remember to come tomorrow's game and the first game against Forty-First Middle School."

"I understand, coach!" Yan Yufeng nodded, looked at Qin Lan who was talking to Zhai Yong and muttered in his heart: Tomorrow is time to compete with your alma mater. Hehe, I don't know if Feng Jing has joined the school team of 42 Middle School. If he enters, I'm a little looking forward to it.

While thinking, he walked outward. When he reached the fifth stand, a man suddenly shouted in surprise: "Yan Yufeng!"

Yan Yufeng paused, looked around, and saw Feng Jing's smiling face next to Gao Jin, who came with Feng Jing to pick the ball that day, Haoran.

The two of them immediately saw Yan Yufeng, but there was no expression. Feng Jing waved with great enthusiasm and shouted: "I was thinking about finding you just now. I think you will definitely come today. Why? Where are you going now?"

Yan Yufeng looked at the person sitting next to him, and showed a little angry expression on his face. He knew that he was blocking other people's sight. He hurried to the sidewalk in the stands and replied through the person: "Oh, I have something to do, let's go now!"

"Oh, that's how it's like! Why don't you watch the game?" Feng Jing said.

"I won't watch it anymore, by the way, tomorrow is when we compete with you. Have you joined the school team?" Yan Yufeng suddenly remembered the question he was thinking about just now and asked Feng Jing.

"I'm in, haha, I'll have you show up again tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. Let you see my true strength!" Feng Jing looked crazy, but Yan Yufeng could see that there was something funny, but now he knew the result and stopped talking. He nodded and said, "See you on the court tomorrow!"

Feng Jing said confidently: "Yeah, see you tomorrow."

"Okay!" Yan Yufeng answered and walked away.

Walking out of the gymnasium and looking at the cloudy sky, Yan Yufeng let out a sigh of relief, and the aimless street was strolling.

It's been three years since the league I've been looking forward to for three years, but now it's started. Why do I feel lost at this moment?

What's wrong with me? How could I have such an idea? Yan Yufeng asked himself.

The opponents came out, and it seemed that they were destined to start a duel with them in a clamor on the near future. This should have made me excited, but why did I still feel this way?
To be continued...