Goodbye Yiren

The whistle of the second quarter finally rang out, and the whole audience seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and shouted "Hurry". Everyone looked at the scoreboard at the same time: 34 to 25.

Since he came on the 8th, he has never scored a single point in the Forty-Two Outings. He scored 9 points alone in three minutes. This is really terrifying!

Yan Yufeng shook his hand, wiped the sweat from his face and walked towards the rest mat with Gao Yuan. Gao Yuan looked at Yan Yufeng's hand and said, "The hand is okay!"

"It's okay, it's just a little painful. I just pressed it too hard!" Yan Yufeng touched his left hand with a little numb right hand and said lightly.

"It's not too fierce. There are still games later. You don't need to be too full of effort for a team like Fu." Gao Yuan advised a little worriedly.

"Well, I understand!" Yan Yufeng nodded, but the anger in his heart made him not want to stop. I want to vent, vent, and vent happily on the court!

This thought in my heart kept saying rampant in my chest.

Shaking his head vigorously, Yan Yufeng sighed for no reason.

I still can't forget everything she brought to me, I can't!

When he walked to the rest seat, Wang Xuechao began to lose his temper.

"How did you play? Was it a team that won the fourth place last year? Well, I was hit 15-0 consecutively, leading by 17 points to 2 points left behind! What are you doing? Sleepwalking, right? Well? Who can tell me!!" Wang Xuechao yelled at the head.

Everyone lowered their heads, blocked their mouths with water cups, and endured the coach's scolding.

"Yan Yufeng, you did a good job! But you were so impulsive just now, don't do this next time!" Wang Xuechao changed his words and said to Yan Yufeng gently.

"Coach, everyone is doing a good job, but the Forty-First No. 42 Middle School took advantage of the three-pointer momentum to get a sharp rise. We will defeat them even more violently next quarter!" Yan Yufeng raised his head and pleaded for everyone.

"No! We have a responsibility. We take Forty-Two Middle School too lightly. We cannot deny this. This is a lesson. I hope everyone can learn from it and do a good job in the next quarter!" Gao Yuan admitted his mistake in a deep voice.

"Coach, I'm wrong. I'm too impulsive and inexperienced. I hope the coach will give me another chance!" Xiang Jie, who had been ashamed, stood up and lowered his head.

"Coach, I'm wrong, I didn't do my best!" Hu Yang also stood up.

"Coach, I'm also `````````````````````````````````````````" Everyone stood up and apologized sincerely.

"Stop talking, I understand! The game has just passed half, and it is still too late to understand now! I hope everyone can summarize this lesson and play well next quarter! Have you heard it clearly?" Wang Xuechao glanced at all the humanities and said.

"I understand!" everyone shouted in unison.

Wang Xuechao nodded, waved his hand, and squatted down with the tactical diagram. All the team members immediately surrounded him.

"The outer point needs to be placed, the focus is on the inside line. On the right, Xiang Jie, you have to push the opponent's No. 20 out and resolutely not let him stand into the three-second zone and the plateau. You must pay attention to side-defense. Here, "``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

Qin Lan sat next to him, watching everyone's serious expressions and occasional questions and opinions, or opinions about the people they defended, amid the continuous discussions, Qin Lan suddenly felt the existence of a collective power, which is a collective. For a goal, everyone worked hard and devoted themselves to it. What about me? I was still distracted by my former alma mater, and even longed for 42 Middle School to win the competition. What am I doing? Qin Lan! Are you doing this right?

Suddenly, looking at everyone seriously, Qin Lan fell into a conflict.

During the half-time break, the cheerleaders of 42 Middle School had already started a hot street dance performance on the court. Qin Lan glanced at everyone, but none of them turned around and frowned, talking to themselves. Sometimes when the music of street dance was too large, several team members even turned their heads and glanced at the court very bored, and then immediately lowered their heads to listen carefully to the coach's words.

Where are those who drool and talk nonsense when they see the beauty? At this time, when they are in order to win, their serious expressions and meditative expressions shocked Qin Lan's heart.

This is their true face. One by one, the boys who struggle for basketball. At this moment, Qin Lan finally understood what basketball is!

"Okay! Everyone is fighting like this, everyone is ready to do it next quarter!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand and shouted.

Everyone encouraged each other and dispersed. Xiang Jie and Yan Yufeng walked together, and casually found an open space on the sidelines and sat down. Xiang Jie said, "It's a good job!"

"You are not bad either!" Yan Yufeng said.

"I? Haven't scored a point yet, not bad? Where is it good?" Xiang Jie shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Believe me, you can show your true skills in the second half!" Yan Yufeng looked at Xiang Jie seriously and said.

Xiang Jie looked at Yan Yufeng in a daze. From his eyes, he saw that he was sincere and trustworthy. He felt warm, but he didn't say anything. He patted Yan Yufeng on the shoulder, stood up and walked away.

Yan Yufeng looked at Xiang Jie's back, shook his head, sat on the ground, and leaned against the stone steps in the stands.

On the other side of the court, Feng Jing was asking Gao Jin to rub his feet. Yan Yufeng hit his feet hard just now and kicked his legs directly on his legs. It was nothing at first, but it hurt more and more. Fortunately, the second quarter game was over soon, and Feng Jing still gritted his teeth and persevered. In the game, Feng Jing couldn't hold it anymore and moaned and asked Gao Jin to apply safflower oil as the wound.

Haoran was in a better condition, but Yan Yufeng kicked his chest and his strong chest muscles resisted the impact. He just felt a little stuffy in his chest. Looking at Feng Jing, who was tearing his teeth and tearing his mouth, Haoran said, "I told you not to block it, you don't know how powerful he is!"

Feng Jing rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction and said, "Did you rush up differently? It's just that I'm unlucky, you were not seriously injured!"

Haoran smiled and said, "Who said I wasn't there? I was so painful when I was kicked on my chest!"

Gao Jin interrupted and said, "What are you fighting for? I think Yan Yufeng is angry, but I don't know why he is so cruel. He feels a little desperate when he looks!"

"He was also bold in the ball just now, so he was not afraid of being knocked over by us and injured." Haoran said in a shocking recollection of the scene just now.

Feng Jing snorted heavily and said, "In the second half, I want to give him one too!"

"Tsk!" Gao Jin and Haoran made a sound of disbelief at the same time, which immediately caused Feng Jing to burst into anger.

Zheng Xing came over, looked at Feng Jing worriedly, and said, "Is your feet okay?"

"It's okay, coach, I'll continue to work hard in the second half!" Feng Jing said as if he was fine and endured the pain.

Zheng Xing shook his head and said, "You don't need to play. You are the treasure of our Forty-second Middle School. I don't want you to be injured any more. For a strong team like the No. 12 Middle School, we cannot compete with them. Retaining our strength to deal with other teams is the best strategy." Zheng Xing said, looking at Feng Jing who wanted to say something, immediately waved his hand and said, "No need to say, it's important for you to recover from your injuries!"

Gao Jin looked at Feng Jing with sympathy and said, "Coach, does that mean we are going to give up the game?"

Zheng Xing paused when he walked forward, and did not turn around, and said in a low voice: "You can say that!"

"Damn it!" Feng Jing smashed the ground with his hand.

Haoran held Feng Jing who wanted to smash the ground again and said, "Think about it, the coach is right. We don't need to play so hard when playing with a team as strong as 12 Middle School. It's true that we can keep our energy against a team that is similar to ours."

Feng Jing answered with silence.

"Dou!" The referee blew the whistle in the second half.

Yan Yufeng was also deliberately arranged for him to play because Wang Xuechao was worried about being injured. Sitting on the ground, Yan Yufeng glanced at the players who played at Forty-two Middle School. When he did not see Feng Jing's appearance, Yan Yufeng sighed and understood that Forty-two Middle School had decided to give up.

Standing up, Yan Yufeng walked to the rest mat and sat down. The ground was really hot. Yan Yufeng felt that his butt could not stand it, and he returned to the rest mat a little unwillingly.

I really don’t want Qin Lan to meet, and even sat next to her, Yan Yufeng sat down, immediately covered her face with the towel, raised her head to rest.

Qin Lan turned her head and looked at the silent Yan Yufeng with a complicated look, sighed for no reason, and her eyes returned to the statistics book.

Yan Yufeng scored 14 points, one steal, four rebounds, and two assists.

This is his performance, with almost one quarter of playing time.

Qin Lan looked at these numbers word by word. All the contempt for Yan Yufeng in the past has long disappeared now, all that is Yan Yufeng's roar and flying heroic posture.

Qin Lan closed her eyes and felt that she was really wrong. She was so wrong!

"You ```````````` do you want to drink water?" Qin Lan asked hesitantly.

Yan Yufeng was surprised, immediately recovered and said coldly: "No need!"

"Oh!" Qin Lan responded with disappointment and low voice, and his hand holding the water cup slowly shrank back. He looked at the court where the game had already started, and immediately lowered his head.

Sitting next to Yan Yufeng, who was only two seats apart, felt Yan Yufeng's indifference, Qin Lan suddenly felt so wronged. It was me who did it wrong, but why are you, a big man, so small?

Don't give me any chance?

Suddenly, Yan Yufeng's shouting in the training arena that day echoed in his ears: I know the purpose of joining the basketball team, but I want to tell you, don't pretend to be a public and personal gain. If you want to be a team leader, don't destroy the team just to try to mess with me! If you do this, I will give you a good look no matter who you are! Remember my words!

Remember what you said? Qin Lan shook her head and slowly poured out the water cup in her hand little by little. Seeing the splashing water on the ground, Qin Lan could no longer hold it back. When her eyes heated up, she clearly felt liquid flowing down her face.

Don’t cry! I don’t cry! What’s so great about you? Don’t you live the same way if you ignore me? Qin Lan covered her eyes and wiped her tears heavily.

There is also the game, I can't be distracted and do my duty. Qin Lan ordered herself to come back to her senses, and remembered it in the notebook while watching the situation on the court.

Yan Yufeng lay quietly on the stool, feeling the sound of slapping the ball on the court and the shouting in the stands, but the pain in his hands became stronger and stronger. Damn it, there might be something wrong with his fingers. He just pressed it too hard just now, but during the game, he just felt his fingers were muddy, but now it was getting more and more painful.

He started to move slightly, and a huge pain immediately came from his fingers. Yan Yufeng couldn't help but moan. Fortunately, his voice was very small and he was not discovered by Qin Lan next to him.

Yan Yufeng took a breath, pulled off the towel on his face, bent down a little sneakily, and glanced at his fingers.

After taking a breath, Yan Yufeng cursed again: Damn it!

The middle and index fingers are all red and swollen, and black blood stasis can be seen at the joints.

He couldn't help but want to hold his right hand tightly, but a pain came from his hand again. Yan Yufeng snorted in pain.

Qin Lan finally heard Yan Yufeng's miserable smur, turned her head, but saw Yan Yufeng covered in sweat, forgot Yan Yufeng's indifference just now, and asked, "What are you?"

Damn, why did she find out? Yan Yufeng cursed in his heart, pretended to be fine, shrank his hand back, and said, "What's your business?"

"You ```````````````!" Qin Lan was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Turning his head hatefully, Qin Lan swore in her heart that she would never pay attention to this heartless guy again.

"Wow!" Yan Yufeng spitted it out secretly, then glanced down at his increasingly painful hands, and couldn't help feeling depressed again.

Qin Yan in the stands felt a sense of loss when she didn't see Yan Yufeng appear in the third quarter. After waiting for a long time, she still didn't see Yan Yufeng appear, and she suddenly felt disappointed.

When Jin Yan next to him saw that the 12th Squadron members regained their ambitions and that his best friend Jing showed no sign of playing, he finally couldn't stand the miserable appearance of his team being ravaged. He looked at his watch and found that it was almost 5:30. He was shocked and pulled Qin Yan and said, "Qin Yan, it's already 5:30. There is still a Qin Club later, let's go!"

Qin Yan was also shocked, but she found that she really couldn't bear to leave here because she was still eager to see the No. 8 appear again. She hesitated and said, "Why don't you watch?"

"There's nothing to watch, I'm sure I'll lose. It seems that the coach has given up on the game. It's better not to watch such a game!" Jin Yan and Feng Jing were mixed together every day, so he naturally knew a little about basketball. After watching for so long, he saw that the name was coming, so he immediately advised.

"Oh!" Qin Yan could no longer find any other reason. With a reluctant mood, he walked out of the field with Jin Yan.

"Let's go! I'll take you to dinner. If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to see the piano lesson of your idol, Master Li Yu!" Jin Yan could see that Qin Yan seemed unhappy and immediately showed a smile and joked.

"It doesn't matter!" Qin Yan can no longer feel anything and responded lightly.

"Oh`````````````, right?" Jin Yan touched his head awkwardly and smiled.
To be continued...