Rebirth of Basketball Boy

In Shen Dongping’s box, the 1 to 16 picks represent the position of the team respectively, the 1 to 8 are the upper half, the 9 to 16 are the lower half, and the No. 1 and No. 2 teams are fighting each other. , And so on, the final two teams that stand out from the upper and lower halves compete in the finals.

There are a total of 16 games in this basketball game, which is expected to come to an end in two days. This means that the final four teams will have to play four games in just two days. The intensity is not small. The reason why Huang Cheng wants to train his players for the devil is that in such a high-density game environment, there is no good physical fitness to ensure that the others are excellent.

With a mysterious smile on his face, Shen Dongping reached into the box and slowly pulled out a piece of paper, then without even looking at it, he unfolded it directly on his chest.

Number 7!

After Shen Dongping determined the position of the first team, Liao Bingtian also smiled and took out a note from the cardboard box, and then unfolded it directly in front of the crowd, following the example of Shen Dongping.

Shuiyun Seven!

This is really dramatic. The No. 7 position is Shuiyun No. 7 Middle School. If the following rules are followed, there is no need to draw lots. Just place Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School on the No. 1 pick.

Standing between Liao Bingtian and Shen Dongping, the head of the referee team, holding a black carbon pen, filled in the name of No. 7 in the seventh position from the top to the left of the prepared match table.

The lottery is still going on, like a duck filling, each school is arranged in a fixed position, but seeing that the table has less and less space, Liao Bingtian has not yet pulled out the note from No. 1 , Han Dengyun stomped his feet anxiously, and whispered: "Aren't they missing a note?"

At this time, there are only two open spots on the table. One opponent is the No. 6 pick of Shuiyun No. 1 High School, and the other is the No. 15 pick of Shuiyun No. 11 Middle School. Yan Lingfeng squinted at Shen who was drawing lots. Dongping couldn't help but raise it.As we all know, the two schools with the highest basketball level among the high schools in Shuiyun City are the No. 1 Middle School and the No. 1 Vocational High School. In order to create a gimmick, these leaders will inevitably get shady and arrange these two schools in the first round to fight. The basketball game will be full of suspense at the beginning of a knockout round.

While Yan Lingfeng was thinking about it, Shen Dongping had already displayed the note in his hand, the 15th pick!

Except for those teams that have already identified their opponents, all the rest have focused more attention on Liao Bingtian's hands, and his hands will determine the fate of the four teams at this moment.Because everyone understands that if there is no accident, it is very difficult for any team to have a chance of winning when it encounters a middle school or a high school.

Liao Bingtian's movements were very slow, with a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, and his right hand groped in the cardboard box for a long time before finally made up his mind. He slowly raised his head and straightened his waist, and there was an extra piece in his hand. Ordinary and unusual notes.

The paper is ordinary because it is no different from any previous paper. It is not ordinary because it carries the hopes and dreams of many people.

The Fifth Middle School players who were not drawn out like No. 1 Middle School hope that this note represents them, because in this way they don’t have to face the powerful first-level high school. Although the strength of the 11th Middle School is not bad, it is There is no way to compare it with a vocational high school.

On the one side, unknowingly, many people's breathing has become much heavier. Of course, they are not afraid to compete with the first position, but they are not willing to run into such a powerful opponent in the first round.

Liao Bingtian placed the note in front of his eyes and slowly unfolded a glance. The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more weird. This also made Yan Lingfeng’s heart almost jumped out of his throat, because Liao Bingtian’s smile looked like no matter what. After the treacherous trick succeeded, the piece of paper in Liao Bingtian's hand seemed to be full of magic, and it firmly attracted his eyes.

Liao Bingtian put the note on his chest, and then slowly unfolded it.

"One China!"

Yan Lingfeng let out a long sigh of relief. It seems that he has been thinking too much. Although there are shady draws in many games, this time I am afraid it is really fair and open.

In fact, the next set of opponents does not need to continue the drawing, because it is obvious that the fifth middle school will be fighting against the first-level high-level catch, but Shen Dongping and Liao Bingtian still finished this cutscene. In this way, the drawing of this basketball game is official. At the end, some are happy and some are worried.But the players can no longer take care of these, because the game is about to start.

In the first round of the knockout round, four games started at the same time, that is, the eight teams in the upper half of the 1st to 8th picks will fight against each other. The winner enters the quarter-finals, and the loser stops at home.

Due to time constraints, there are only these four games this morning, and Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School is not among the eight teams. That is to say, their first game will start this afternoon, and it is very likely that they will fight again. Two games, because after the end of the 16-to-eight game, the eight-to-four game will start in full swing.

After exiting the court, Yan Lingfeng, Sun Feiying and others walked to the sidelines of No. 3, because they were about to play on this court right now with their biggest opponent in this basketball game, the Shuiyun First High Team.

Shuiyun First Vocational High School is the most chaotic school in Shuiyun. Fighting and fighting are not new, and beating teachers is not news.It's normal to fall in love, and going to the hospital to get a baby in a team will not attract curious eyes.It’s not surprising that there is no teacher in the empty classroom, and the teacher is surprised when a sporadic student attends the class.

Therefore, the students of a vocational high school have plenty of spare time to do what they want to do, and playing basketball is undoubtedly a pretty good entertainment. After all, in 2004, online games did not have an overwhelming atmosphere.If the students of No. 1 middle school play well because of their talent, then the basketball level of the first vocational school is basically practiced.

Next to Yan Lingfeng stood a group of charming and fashionable girls. If it weren't for the name of a senior player in their mouths, Yan Lingfeng would definitely not think that they were still school students.

The referee for this game was specially invited by the Shuiyun City Education and Sports Bureau from Tiankuo Sports, which also largely avoided the existence of black whistle. The referee looks very young, just in his early twenties. With a grim expression, he walked to the center of the court with a basketball without expression.

The players from both sides of the match, Shuiyun No. 1 Vocational High School and Shuiyun No. 5 Middle School also stepped onto the field. Yan Lingfeng glanced around and shook his head slightly, but judging from the physical and mental conditions of the players on both sides, this game He had lost before the fifth grade.

Like Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School, the high school who aspires to win the championship are also dressed in specially tailored competition uniforms, a dark red like blood color, coupled with their dark skin, giving people a deep sense of oppression. Looking at the fifth middle school, the five fat, thin, tall starters are wearing the Rockets’ home white jerseys. Although they look vigorous and energetic, they are still unavoidable compared to the uniforms of the first-level high school. Downwind.

After the start of the game, as most people expected, the fifth high school was quickly overwhelmed by waves of offensives after a short period of resistance. From the scene, the two teams were not in the same place. At the level, for the players of a vocational high school, this game is as easy as a high school student playing elementary school.Only less than half the game, the players in the fifth high school had lost their helmets and dismantled their armor. If they could, they could not wait to surrender their guns directly. It is a pity that their request was ruthlessly rejected by the referee because of their This kind of behavior is against sports ethics. Of course, it cannot be promoted or encouraged. Otherwise, other teams will also learn in the next game. Then how do you play this basketball game?

At the end of the half-time, the first position was ahead of 52:18. The game had already lost suspense. Yan Lingfeng shook his head and left the arena. This kind of game was not interesting. The difference between strength and weakness was too obvious. The blatant cheering of the group of cheerleaders in the first vocational high school made Yan Lingfeng lose the interest in continuing to watch. There are many people who have the same ideas as him, except for those who are dedicated to cheering for the vocational high school. People are all uninterested now.

"Where is Zijun?" Sun Feiying yawned and asked lazily, looking around, Zhao Senming and Han Dengyun still stayed on the sidelines to watch the game. Zhao Senming is a rigorous person. Although the game is not exciting, he has to pass the game. The competition came to observe the situation of a vocational high school, and Han Dengyun, probably because of those cheerleading girls with heavy makeup, chose to stay.

"I don't know!" Yan Lingfeng shook his head and yawned and replied: "He was gone as soon as he was disbanded. I guess he should go to Liu Zhiwei!"

"Why are you going now?" Sun Feiying just asked casually, not really caring about Fu Zijun's whereabouts, so she quickly changed the subject.

"I don't know." Yan Lingfeng thought for a while and said, "Would you like to stop picking a game to watch?"

"Forget it." Sun Feiying shook her head and said: "One leaf knows Taishan. The most eye-catching game before the game has been played like this. Where can the others be better?"

Yan Lingfeng smiled and said: "Let's take a look, maybe there will be surprises! Besides, where can we go without watching the game? Never go back to the classroom to study!"

Just when Feiying Sun hesitated, suddenly there was an earth-shattering applause from the side of the arena behind them. The two looked at each other, then turned around and walked over.

Compared with other spectators, the height of the two people has a clear advantage, so you can clearly see the situation on the field without squeezing in and standing on the periphery.

The two sides in this field are the No. 3 Middle School and No. 9 Middle School. These two schools are relatively mediocre among all high schools in Shuiyun. No matter the quality of teaching or hardware facilities, there is no outstanding place, and the two high schools are both located. In the towns below, the game in Shuiyun City is considered to be an away game, so there are not too many spectators on the sidelines.

Yan Lingfeng just took a look and was able to confirm that the players in the yellow Lakers uniforms on the court were the third middle players, because they were obviously a little lacking in confidence when they were attacking, and the scoreboard on the sidelines told Yan Lingfeng that the third middle school had fallen behind. A dozen points.Only in this situation will their offense appear hesitant, and the leading team will certainly not be as entangled as they are.

Their opponent, the ninth middle school players turned out to wear the Lakers jerseys, but their jerseys are purple jerseys on the away game. It seems that although the "OK" combination Lao Yan is separated and the "F4" is also falling apart, the Lakers are in China. The status of the fans is still very high!

The players in the third middle school finally paid the price for their hesitation. Just when they finally found an open position and prepared to shoot, the time for the 24-second offensive came. The No. 8 who was about to shoot annoyed and knocked himself with the basketball. Head, and then retreated to his own half with a helpless look.

The next Ninth Middle School's offense was also not very smooth, and in the end it ended with their No. 8 player rushing from left to right and forcibly pulling out a jumper and hitting iron.

In these two rounds, both sides attacked once and defended once, but Yan Lingfeng could not see the source of the applause. A discerning person can tell at a glance that the level of these two teams is very average, not that they are. The defense limits each other's offense, but their offense itself has nothing to do with it.

"What's the situation?" Sun Feiying muttered as he looked at the two teams fighting on the field in confusion: "Did we miss the excitement? Or is the excitement that I think has been eliminated by the times?"

"It is estimated that we are late!" Yan Lingfeng said with a smile: "Let's take a look, maybe the excitement will fall from the sky anytime!"