Rebirth of Basketball Boy

The earth will not stop turning because of anyone. Yan Lingfeng cannot participate in the game. The rest of the people will continue to fight. The first and eighth squad took the lead in the game with a sharp offensive, which also set the tone for the semi-final. Class 3 and 5 did not lose their morale so easily. They fought back desperately in the following time, biting the score under the leadership of player No. 10, and did not turn the game into a one-sided situation, but they did their best. , It only made the score not too big, and in the end it did not achieve a go-ahead, 68 to 61, the eighteenth class of the high school will be defeated by the third and fifth class, and head up to the final.

The final of the Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School basketball game will begin tomorrow morning (October 10, 2004). The two teams will face the 31st high school and the big dark horse, which are known as basketball classes. The freshman class is high 18th.Senior 31st Class is a well-known basketball class in the entire Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School. Under the influence of Wu Fengtao, who is known as the No. 1 Shuiyun basketball team, all students in the class have a strong interest in basketball, regardless of men and women. Wu Fengtao is not only Wu Fengtao, who plays in No. 1 Middle School, is 1.9 meters tall. There are almost no basketball courts in Shuiyun City that he has never visited before. Years of battle have also earned him a great reputation. He often follows him to kill the two generals of the square. -The strength of Bi Xiangyang and Li Kun can't be underestimated after years of tempering. Can the High One and Eighth Class get rid of the last stumbling block in front of them?This is the biggest suspense of this basketball game. Under the deliberate propaganda of the school, the final has become the hottest topic on the entire campus before the battle begins.

That night, there was no tense atmosphere in the 501 dormitory that was violent before the war. No one spoke, and no one could easily fall asleep.The war is approaching, it is a lie to say that it is not nervous, but a sorrow and sadness is suppressed in the entire dormitory, the final is coming, but their brothers can't fight with them.

"God's will make people..." Sun Feiying sighed and said quietly.

"Ling Feng will be back, I believe!" Zhao Senming answered in the dark.

"Although he almost never played, Ling Feng has always stood with us in my eyes. Today's game, without him sitting on the sidelines, it feels really awkward. What do you think? Stupid big guy" Fu Zijun No sleepiness.

The answer to him was a series of earth-shattering grunts.

"Damn! I envy this idiot with well-developed limbs now." Fu Zijun said dissatisfied.

"Hehe, it's useless to think about us, let's go to bed early." Zhao Senming sighed.

"Well, but when I think that tomorrow we will face Wu Fengtao, I can't sleep..." Feiying Sun sighed.

"Soldiers will stop, water will cover the earth. What about Wu Fengtao, as long as our brothers are united and united, he has nothing to be afraid of." Zhao Senming comforted, comforting Sun Feiying while also comforting himself.

At 9:00 am, October 10, 2004, Beijing time, the final of the Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School Basketball Tournament officially started.

The pig demon called the five starters to his side and cleared his throat: "Ling Feng hasn't come back yet. It is estimated that he will not be able to play this ball today. It's up to us to see if we can get back the first honor of our eighteenth class. There are a few of you, we are new born, and new born calves are not afraid of tigers. Tell me, are you calves?"

"Deng Yun is, we are not." Zhao Senming replied.

"by!"

The pig demon smiled and said: "I tell you, you are not! Our opponent is! What are you? The tiger and leopard horse is underage, and has the guts of swallowing bulls! I hope you can play this in today's game. Come with an aura! Destroy them! Give an explanation to Ling Feng, who is bereaved! Give us an explanation to all of your classmates who have been absent since the beginning of the basketball game! Work hard! Children, Today’s game is not only for the five of you! It is also mine, Lingfeng’s, and the whole class. I won’t say anything else, go."

The five nodded solemnly, took off their jackets and prepared to warm up.

"Who is going to defend Wu Fengtao?" Fu Zijun's eyes gently stroke the basketball in his hand. This is a habit of him. When warming up, he doesn't look for the touch by shooting like most people do. A true shooter needs a kind of Feeling, a feeling of being integrated with basketball.

"His position should be a small forward. If Ling Feng is there, he is naturally the best candidate to defend him. Qingyun's height and strength are at a disadvantage compared to him." Sun Feiying frowned and replied.

"Then what to do?" Xiang Qingyun didn't think that Sun Feiying was underestimating him. He knew Wu Fengtao's strength very well. His arrogant arrogance could only be self-inflicted.

"Zijun, come on. Deng Yun always pay attention to help defense." Zhao Senming frowned.

"Okay, I'll do my best!" Fu Zijun nodded.

"Hahaha, Zijun, don't be so frowning, isn't it Wu Fengtao? Who are our four heavenly kings afraid of? In front of our brothers, any reactionary is a paper tiger!" Sun Feiying laughed and cheered Fu Zijun.

"Damn, it's easy. Why don't you try?" Fu Zijun gritted his teeth.

"Zijun, you are free." Zhao Senming, who had been very calm, suddenly jumped up and ran towards the stadium gate with open arms and brows.

"Gah?" Fu Zijun seemed to be aware of something and looked in the direction where Zhao Senming was running.A familiar figure appeared in his eyes in the breeze.

"Ling Feng, it's Ling Feng! He's back!" Fu Zijun didn't care about his image anymore, and ran to Zhao Senming's footsteps excitedly.

Surrounded by five people, Yan Lingfeng smiled forcefully. Only he himself knew that his body was extremely weak now, and he stayed in the mourning hall all night without closing his eyes.

When there was a hint of white belly, Yan Lingfeng slammed his head to his grandfather's spiritual position, slept for a while, hurriedly ate breakfast, and got in the car back to the city.

Despite all the changes, Yan Lingfeng still can't let go of this final. No matter what his physical condition, no matter how he is in a trance, he still hopes to stand side by side with his teammates in this final, and work together for them. The champion sweats hard.

The pig demon also came over and said to Yan Lingfeng with a smile, "I'm back."

Yan Lingfeng nodded and said: "I'm back!"

"Can you fight?" Pig demon asked with concern.

Yan Lingfeng looked at the opponent's field through the crowd, and the opponent wearing a light blue magic jersey was warming up.

"Is it him?" Yan Lingfeng's brows frowned slightly. Although it was more than 10 years apart, Yan Lingfeng recognized at a glance the man who was the best player in his previous life and now wears Magic No. 1 Wu Feng. Tao, Yan Lingfeng remembered Wu Fengtao's basketball style bit by bit in his mind, and finally summed up two words-almighty.

Yes, almighty.At the level of high school basketball, Wu Fengtao’s height of 1.19 meters can be competent for all positions, capable of inside and outside, capable of sudden shots. He can use his card position and bounce to take off every backboard when playing as a center. It is definitely a difficult character to use his height to force an opponent.

Wu Fengtao didn’t seem to be aware of all the gazes on the sidelines that paid attention to him. He talked and joked with his teammates. Yan Lingfeng retracted his gaze. The opponent’s strength is not terrible. What’s terrible is that he is almost overdrawn. Confused mental state.Yan Lingfeng can almost be sure that if he plays now, Wu Fengtao will be easily finished.

"Fight!" Yan Lingfeng bit his steel teeth, and returning from rebirth is equivalent to taking his life. What else is he worried about?Death is dead ears.A tragic death is definitely more glorious and magnificent than a tragic birth.

"Fight!" Yan Lingfeng nodded heavily, taking off his jacket and going to the court to warm up.He left in a hurry yesterday, with the jersey still on him.

Xiang Qingyun sat back on the bench for the first time, at least on the surface, he did not have any dissatisfaction, Yan Lingfeng snatched his starting position, but if there was no Yan Lingfeng, he might not fit in at all. In this circle, and Yan Lingfeng's basketball level is beyond his reach, he has no idea to substitute such a person.

The referee saw that everyone was almost warming up, blew the whistle in his hand to signal that he was ready to start the game, and let the 10 starters get ready and each took their place.

Yan Lingfeng's footsteps are a bit erratic. Master Qiao, who was in 1998, was able to fight the Jazz even when he had a bad cold. But now Yan Lingfeng, who has just turned 15 years old, has such ability and perseverance?

The starters of the 31st class of high school were led by No. 1 Wu Fengtao, No. 2 Bi Xiangyang, No. 3 Li Kun, except for No. 10 Zhang Peng, who shot nothing, and the pure blue-collar No. 11 Liu Ba.

On the 11th, Liu Ba and Han Dengyun stand together, neither in terms of height nor weight. The names are very domineering, but the long one is not strong. A long horse face is drooping, as if someone owes him millions. It seems to be.When Yan Lingfeng returned, Han Dengyun's mood also relaxed, staring at the other's cheeks and jokingly: "Surely you don't have to worry about poor quality shoes, right?"

Liu Ba stared at Han Dengyun coldly and said, "Nonsense, don't look at what brand Brother wears, is it comparable to the domestically produced one you wear?"

Han Dengyun has been in contact with Fu Zijun for a long time. I don't know when I learned his nose-touching motion. He smiled and said, "The soles of your shoes are worn out. Gluing your face on it must be durable and strong."

"Boy, are you trying to die?" Liu Ba's eyes exuded a murderous intent, and his fists the size of a jar were also clenched tightly, wanting to teach this little fat guy who doesn't know how to respect the senior.

Wu Fengtao smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Now it's on the court, don't make unnecessary trouble."

Although Wu Fengtao's combat effectiveness didn't seem particularly strong, Liu Ba, who was big in height, nodded obediently, and slowly loosened his clenched fists, but the anger in his eyes became more vigorous.

Liu Ba vented this anger on the first round of the two-person basketball court confrontation. Before Han Dengyun had time to take off, Liu Ba shouted and slapped the ball to his own half.

On the 2nd, Bi Xiangyang played the position of the 31st point guard, pacing slowly for half the time. Zhao Senming cautiously and slowly pasted it. Bi Xiangyang saw Zhao Senming defending him, without hesitation, he made a steady diagonal under his hand. Passing the ball to No. 10 Zhang Peng, Sun Feiying immediately moved forward to defend, Zhang Peng's three-pointer is definitely a scoring method worth preventing, but he must not let him have the opportunity to take a calmly.

Zhang Peng didn’t dribble the ball at all. Seeing Sun Feiying leaping closer, he didn’t even think about it. He slid the ball to No. 3 Li Kun who was stuck in the inside line. Li Kun was close to Fu Zijun, who was thin, now he was standing far away from him. There is still some distance in the shooting area of ​​Li Kun, so Li Kun is not in a hurry to shoot, but to his surprise, Fu Zijun, who looks like a bamboo pole, has power that does not match his body. Li Kun pushes it a few times and feels that there is no chance. The ball was divided again.

Wu Fengtao catches the ball from the three-point line, staring at Yan Lingfeng who is calm in front of him with a smile: "It seems that you are not nervous at all?"

Yan Lingfeng did not speak. He must now concentrate every point of attention, gather every point of strength to guard the opposite No. 1, fight snakes and seven inches, capture the thieves and capture the king first. As long as Wu Fengtao is frozen, he believes in victory. Not far from them.

Wu Fengtao shook his head and said, "Don't make unnecessary efforts. You can't help me. This is the first basketball game of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School, but not the last. Your class may be able to win the championship, but not now. Because I am here now!"

Wu Fengtao is mad, but he does have mad capital. The young man who is full of praise by Shandong Men's Basketball team captain Cheng Zhiming, is he an arrogant person?

Yan Lingfeng's expression was a little dazed. For the first time, his belief in the team's victory was shaken. In the face of this water cloud basketball mythical senior, can they continue to create miracles?

It was just such a trance. Wu Fengtao seized the opportunity for Yan Lingfeng’s flawless defense. He quickly bypassed Yan Lingfeng in a big stride and jumped directly to shoot. In the eyes of basketball masters, this kind of undefensive Shooting is even simpler than the sky blue. Wu Fengtao makes hundreds or even thousands of shots from such a distance every day. His hand feeling over the years makes him spin the ball into the net with a slight spin.

The 31st class of the high school took the lead as soon as the game opened. Wang fought against Wang's capital and opened the curtain with Wu Fengtao's first move.