Rebirth of Basketball Boy

"We went to practice, are you going? One-armed hero?"

Looking at Fu Zijun with a playful expression, and then at his left hand wrapped in thick gauze, Yan Lingfeng gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Go, why not!"

The five people were chatting and laughing in front of him, Yan Lingfeng followed behind and burst into tears. Now he was full of regrets. He was so blind at first, why did he dunk that basket?He only played less than 2 minutes, and the team has reached the top 16.

"Yesterday's game was really cool, Tian Hui gave me statistics, 38 points! Haha, a shocking and ghostly score, there are so many beautiful people in the country, it has attracted countless crushes!" Sun Feiying laughed presumptuously. Tao.

In yesterday’s game, Sun Feiying got his wish and got the king. Facing the first round bye, the weak high 17th class, Sun Feiying showed great power and almost broke the opponent’s defense line by himself. Yan Lingfeng was on the court. Looking eagerly, Fu Zijun couldn't wait to exchange the lottery he got yesterday with Sun Feiying. Liu Zhiwei was standing on the sidelines with a smile...

Han Dengyun glanced at the triumphant Sun Feiying dissatisfiedly, and muttered: "When the game on Saturday meets the first and fifth grades of high school, none of you should fight with me. I have to beat that Wang Qun down on the basketball court. No way."

Fu Zijun murmured: "Should we cancel the lottery system? How good is everyone's freedom." Sun Feiying immediately agreed, Zhao Senming sneered, and the two immediately said that they were purely joking.

As soon as he arrived at the playground, the sharp-eyed Fu Zijun saw the familiar figure in the stands. He immediately threw down five people and ran there. Han Dengyun shouted, "Why are you going? We have to practice tactics. Yeah!" Fu Zijun didn't turn his head back, and left a sentence: "Anyway, the main attack point of the next game is you. It doesn't matter if I practice or not, don't delay brother's lifelong event!"

"Damn!" Han Dengyun cursed and asked, "What shall we do?"

Sun Feiying glanced at Yan Lingfeng, who was standing on the sidelines with a free-handed card, and thought for a while, "Is there any good practice to use you as the main attack point? Everyone pulls away, and Sen Ming passes the ball to you and looks at you. Squeeze in with your hips, please don't do such a simple thing so solemnly. Let's play 2 by 2?"

Sitting on the sidelines, Yan Lingfeng watched as four people rushed around a basketball and said, "Here is another basketball. Don't grab it so fiercely! Everyone has it!"

No one of the four people who devoted themselves to the game could bother to look back at this lonely man. Yan Lingfeng took the ball in his right hand and patted the ground twice, muttering: "A basketball for one person, the loneliness of two hands. , Idle is idle, it’s good to practice right hand!"

Standing up and patting the basketball with his right hand, Yan Lingfeng has always been a very persistent person. He will keep doing what he knows, although he can only pat the ball jerkily and barely keep the basketball from leaving himself. His control range, but this feeling reminded him of the story of his first contact with basketball.

Yan Lingfeng’s mother used to be a member of the Shuiyun basketball team. Although she did not achieve much, she gave Yan Lingfeng a good athletic talent. When she was a child, Yan Lingfeng was very short. When there were 15 boys in the class, he stood in line for the fourteenth, and the fifteenth was a smart kid who jumped twice in a row.

When I was in elementary school, the summer of France’s football storm blew through every corner of China, and the town where Yan Lingfeng was located was not immune. It was a coincidence. At that time, there was a captain football article in the elementary school text, so it included Every child including Yan Lingfeng is crazy about playing football.

There is no football field in the small town, or even a large open space. The playground track of the school where Yan Lingfeng is studying is almost 100 meters away, with the next basketball court just in the middle.At that time, famous stars like Ronaldo, Irving, Bergkamp, ​​including the left-footed Suk who can play the violin, all played forwards. The children's guards were too lazy to play, let alone put themselves in front of the goal. This basketball The field happens to be a small football field with a blessed nature. The old-fashioned basketball hoop with a backboard supported by two railings is used as a goal. A bunch of children run wild after school every day, scored the goal, cheered, and returned home frustrated after being scored. The food is not delicious.

One day, a tall man in the village who was studying in a city sports school was on vacation at home. He was itchy and he held a basketball and came to this basketball court that had been occupied by elementary school students for a long time.

Although Yan Lingfeng is not tall, she has been class leader for several years because of her good academic performance, and she also has a certain prestige among the children. He walked up to the tall man very domineeringly and said: "Sorry, you are late, tomorrow Come back before we leave school!"

Yan Lingfeng, like a little adult, amused the taller, waiting for her sly eyes to ask Yan Lingfeng: "Do you want to grow taller?"

The height problem troubled Yan Lingfeng's entire elementary school career. Hearing this, he nodded and replied: "Of course, they will listen to me more when I grow taller, and I can use my head like Zidane when I grow taller. The ball is shot."

The tall guy threw the basketball in his hand to Yan Lingfeng and said, "I'm tall, right? If you want to grow taller, you can't play football. You must play basketball more. Look at me, I used to be as short as you and can grow so tall. It's all because of playing basketball."

"Really?" Yan Lingfeng asked with some confusion.

The taller nodded immediately and said, "Really, what does a kid like me lie to you for?"

Yan Lingfeng held the ball and blasted the students away, shouting arrogantly: "If you want to play, please find another place to play. From now on, you can only play basketball here!"

When Yan Lingfeng was a child, he was the class teacher most trusted by the class teacher. Sometimes he made a small report and was arrested by the class teacher for violation of discipline. It still works. Think about it, children in elementary school are most afraid of the class teacher. Who dares not listen to Yan? Ling Feng's words.

That afternoon, the tall man carefully taught Yan Lingfeng how to play basketball, including dribbling and shooting postures. This tall man is a natural left-handed. He uses his left hand when he eats and writes, and playing basketball is no exception, but Yan Lingfeng No, he played basketball with his left hand was completely affected by the tall man. Later, he became a habit, so he didn’t bother to correct it. Anyway, his left-handed shot was equally accurate, and it was more difficult to defend when he broke through. When he saw the defender looked astonished. While watching Yan Lingfeng break through from his right, Yan Lingfeng would often thank the tall man for his misleading.

With his right hand dribbling the ball rusty, Yan Lingfeng deposited in his memories, but did not realize that basketball was becoming more and more obedient under the command of his right hand, until Sun Feiying walked to him profusely and woke him up. , Yan Lingfeng still habitually patted the ball and asked: "Is it finished?"

Sun Feiying nodded lazily and said, "I was sweating, and I would take a hot bath and sleep comfortably. This kind of life is so beautiful!

"Great, you uncle!" Han Dengyun attacked mercilessly: "The pig demon just allowed us to come out for this self-study class, but didn't he say that we should not be allowed to study at night?"

"Can I sleep in the classroom?" Sun Feiying said with disdain.

"Called Zijun, go back to the dormitory to take a bath and change clothes to eat." Zhao Senming said.

"Call him that he won't go back with us, he's chatting with the beautiful women, let's go first." Yan Lingfeng threw the ball to Sun Feiying and said.

"Oh, by the way, Sen Ming, how are you developing with that Qin Xuedan?" Sun Feiying asked curiously.

Zhao Senming glared at him, did not speak, and first left the basketball court.

In the first class of the next morning, the pig demon walked into the classroom holding a stack of test papers. He looked a little inexplicably at the last row, walked to the podium and said: "The results of our first mock test in English yesterday came out. Generally speaking, I’m quite satisfied with everyone’s results. I will first send out the top ten papers in this exam class. My classmates who have read the names come up to get the papers. Fragrant Ziyan scores 98!"

Yan Lingfeng is holding a copy of "Slam Dunk" with gusto. Carter's dunk is really nothing to say. There is an elegance in his dominance, especially the dunk of Feiyueweisi, really worthy of being a UFO!

"Liu Zhuofan 96 points!"

McGrady is also good. He is my favorite star. In fact, what they don’t know is that I chose No. 11 because I hope to be the next McGrady. It’s a pity that he and his cousin participated in a dunk contest. God gave him elegant and natural. His shots will no longer give him such a perfect dunk. I can only say that Shengyu, He Shengliang!Yan Lingfeng whispered to herself.

"Yan Lingfeng, 96 points!"

"Gah? What?" Yan Lingfeng seemed to hear her own voice, how could it be possible?Although I have more than 10 years of experience, I have forgotten everything I learned in high school that year. I must have heard it wrong.Yan Lingfeng shook his head slightly and continued to focus on "Slam Dunk".

"Yan Lingfeng!"

I heard it right now, I really called my name!Yan Lingfeng stared at the smiling pig demon on the podium, mechanically left the seat, took the paper, and looked at the bright red score. Yan Lingfeng first looked at the name, it was indeed his own, but the pig demon did not look at it. Wrong, but how is it possible?

In fact, this is also normal. It is said that if you read 300 poems in Tang Dynasty, you can chant if you don’t know how to write poems. Yan Lingfeng has been teaching English for seven years in high school and university. Although he has not studied seriously, he was in the test of CET-4 and CET-6. I have also memorized words frantically. The English in the first year of high school is relatively simple, so it is not surprising that he took such a score.

"I'm stubborn, okay, brother, I hide it deeply!" Fu Zijun whispered, stretching his thumb.

"Meng, Meng, it's purely stepping on shit." Yan Lingfeng was sweating in a waterfall, and he didn't know what was going on.

Pang Gongliang in the front row turned around and looked at Yan Lingfeng with a strange look, and said in a low voice: "Hey, you don't usually work hard? Why do you test so well?" There was a voice in the questioning tone. Desire and jealousy.

"I don't know, I'm confused, I didn't expect it at all." Yan Lingfeng looked at the test paper and couldn't believe it.

"Everyone is a classmate, and the friendship is good, right? Do you have any good learning methods that you can tell?" Pang Gongliang asked without giving up.

"What kind of learning method can I have? I don't want to learn any method, I don't need to hide it." Yan Lingfeng shook his head, his tone was already a little angry.

"It's just because you haven't studied so much and can take the exam so well. There must be a reason. Think about it." Pang Gongliang tried to guide Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng was still laughing, but it was uglier than crying, "How can you believe it? By the way, Liu Zhuofan scores higher than me, you can ask him!"

"Cut, people are naturally smart and willing to work hard. Can I compare with them? Don't say it, don't say it, there are so many excuses." After leaving this sentence, Pang Gongliang turned his head angrily.

"Damn, who is it? You think you are smarter than Lao Tzu or what's wrong?" Yan Lingfeng muttered, hesitated for a moment and still didn't say it. We are already a 26-year-old mature young man. What do we care about with this little furry boy? ?

A stupid class passed, Yan Lingfeng put the paper aside, and a "Slam Dunk" accompanied him through a class. Seeing the pig demon walk out of the classroom, Yan Lingfeng reluctantly closed the book and down. The class is a more boring physics class, but you can't finish it all at once, otherwise the next class can only count the stars and think of the sun!

"Hey, Ling Feng, now the only five of us have no girlfriend, why, don't you want to develop one?" Han Dengyun whispered, lying on Yan Lingfeng's shoulders.

"Do you have it?" Yan Lingfeng attacked mercilessly.

"That must be, I will chase Zi Yan just the last step, hehe." Han Dengyun said silly.

"Cut, I don't know you yet, what are you bragging about? Just like you, it will take at least a month of hard work before this matter can be seen." Yan Lingfeng knew Han Dengyun in high school in order to pursue Fragrant Purple Smoke. After a difficult marathon journey, although the last two are finally married, the ups and downs are only known to Han Dengyun in the previous life.

"Then I am better than you, at least I have goals, do you have? How, who do you like? I will help you advise?" Han Dengyun in this life obviously does not know the difficult journey he will face, and Mind is helping others say that the media pulls the fiber.

Yan Lingfeng thought of something, and shook her head faintly: "I won't let her pass by me again, winter vacation, or National Day holiday, I must find her and tell her about 10 years lie!"

"Who are you talking about? Ten years? My goodness, Ling Feng, you are too bad. It turns out that the TV show is real. The kids in kindergarten all started talking about marriage. It's not that I'm too pure, but This world is too nasty!" Han Dengyun exaggeratedly exaggerated looking at Yan Lingfeng with a serious expression.

Yan Lingfeng shook his head slightly. Who would believe the love that transcended the world?

Soon, a week later, the Shuiyun No. 1 High School basketball game officially entered the ** stage.

High one and eighth class VS high one and five class, two freshman classes compete for a seat in the quarter-finals, is Han Dengyun split the opponent?Or is Wang Qun's bloody revenge?Yan Lingfeng still sat on the sidelines and took his place on time in the comment box, opening his voice and making a bold pre-match prediction.

[Novices need everyone's care. I think this book is barely enough and can be saved as a large collection?Tickets are even better, please!