Rebirth of Basketball Boy

"Eleventh Middle School is too weak, this game is really boring!"

Xiang Qingyun, who was sitting in the audience, stretched out and yawned and complained. Zhu Yao, who was sitting behind him, smiled and patted his head and said, "Don’t be dissatisfied. This is the first round. The game will definitely not be so easy."

Xiang Qingyun nodded and then looked at Zhu Yao suspiciously and asked: "By the way, teacher, do you think the coach of the school team is at odds with Ling Feng? Why is everyone on the court, but Ling Feng still sits on the bench and doesn't move. Ever?"

"You know what a fart!" Zhu Yao cursed unceremoniously: "Do you understand this called a tactic?"

"If I understand the tactics you mentioned, wouldn't it be a fart?" Xiang Qingyun shrank her neck and whispered in a low voice. Zhu Yao could disregard his image as a teacher, but Xiang Qingyun didn't dare to be there. In front of the class teacher, utterly ranting.

Zhu Yao did not hear what Xiang Qingyun said clearly, but after seeing his wretched expression, he still vaguely guessed a little, and smiled and said: "The strength of the 11th Middle School is not strong, so it can be regarded as an opponent of military training. It is not exaggerated. Said that Ling Feng's strength is outstanding among the school team, so there is no need to spend precious training time on him."

"Oh." Xiang Qingyun nodded ignorantly and asked: "Will Ling Feng appear in the second half?"

"If I were a coach, I would arrange for him to play." Zhu Yao paused, looked up at Huang Cheng's direction and shook his head: "But according to what I know about Coach Huang, Ling Feng should Won't play anymore."

"Huh?" Xiang Qingyun immediately deflated like an air balloon, and said dejectedly: "This game is still a little more interesting in Lingfeng Market. If he doesn't make it, it would be too boring."

"Teacher, why are you so sure that Coach Huang won't arrange Ling Feng to play?" Tian Hui asked curiously. Although she is now considered Sun Feiying's half girlfriend, this game is not just for Sun Feiying. Come on, because she was an avid basketball fan before meeting Feiying Sun.

Zhu Yao smiled and replied: "Obviously, from the first half of the game, Lao Huang clearly intends to hide Ling Feng to hide the true strength of the first, so he will always hold Ling Feng on the bench. Don’t give him a chance to play."

"Oh." Tian Hui nodded as if he did not understand, rolled his big eyes, and sighed: "Ling Feng is so pitiful, too high a level is a sin! By the way, teacher, just now you said that if you are a coach, just Let Ling Feng play, why? Don’t you need to hide your strength as a coach?"

"Of course not." Zhu Yao smiled and shook his head. He was very serious in class, but he was still happy to mingle with the students after class. After taking a look around, he explained: "Before you meet the real opponent , It’s a smart way to hide your own strength, but Lao Huang is a little bit more concerned. He arranges everyone to play, but he just put Yan Lingfeng on the bench. If you are a high-level coach, What do you think? Do you think that Ling Feng's level is so low that he will ruin the overall situation as soon as he plays?"

"Of course not!" Xiang Qingyun's eyes lit up and said: "I want to cover it up! Cover my ears!"

"It's self-defeating! There is no silver here!" Tian Hui was inspired, and the two idioms also blurted out.

"Ms. Zhang's teaching level is really amazing!" Zhu Yao smiled and said: "You are right. In this way, Lao Huang is tantamount to pushing Yan Lingfeng out, tantamount to taking the initiative to let our opponents. The coach is paying attention to his assassin."

"Then, do we want to remind Coach Huang?" Tian Hui stood up anxiously and was about to squeeze to the sidelines. During this time, she often found excuses to watch the school team's training, so she was familiar with Huang Cheng. .

"No need!" Zhu Yao waved his hand and said, "Lao Huang is very stubborn and wants to save face. Just point it out and he won't accept it humbly!"

"Then what shall we do?" Tian Hui stomped anxiously with a worried expression on her face.

"It's okay." Zhu Yao waved his hand indifferently: "I also watched the game of the first vocational high school in the morning, and that's the case. In the face of absolute strength, all tactics are useless, so we just Don't worry about the ancients."

"Oh." Tian Hui sat down anxiously. Although she was comforted by Zhu Yao, she was still a little uneasy.

The time for them to speak, the time for the intermission is almost here, Huang Cheng is also making the final deployment, the situation in the first half is very good, his face as a coach is also shining, he looked at his players left and right, the corner of his mouth He smiled and said: "You played well in the first half and completed the tasks I set for you. But I ask you to forget all of this and start from the beginning in the second half, so that our opponents will never forget today’s pain. Let them remember Shuiyun Yizhong and your name forever."

Yan Lingfeng is still sitting in the corner, with a light smile on his face. Although many teammates are holding injustices for him with their eyes, he doesn't care much about him. Such opponents can be really fought. Quite boring, it's better to sit down and watch the game comfortably.

"In the second half, you go on Gao Yang!" After Huang Cheng named Gao Yang's name, he seemed to have forgotten Yan Lingfeng completely without looking at him and continued: "Gao Yang, after you go up and play power forward, your task is to protect the rebounds. And defense. Fu Zijun switched to the small forward position and used non-stop running to create open shots. Shooting guard Sun Feiying, you can break through, but if your teammates have better shooting opportunities, you must take the ball the first time Pass it out! Center Han Dengyun, the opponent's inside line is very weak, the purpose of getting you to play is to use your dominance in the inside line to completely overwhelm the opponent's confidence! Point guard Zhao Senming, how to play on the court, I won't say much Now, you know all of them better. After you play, you can make specific plans based on the specific situation!"

After talking about the call, Huang Cheng condensed his eyebrows for a second, then glanced at the rest area of ​​the 11th Middle School and said: "The opponent is going to be desperate. Please pay more attention to safety on the court. You can score 10 points in this quarter. The advantage of it!"

Zhao Senming and the others did not speak, but just nodded and then turned and stepped onto the field.

After Gao Yang played, a seat was vacated beside Yan Lingfeng. Huang Cheng hesitated for a moment or moved forward, and after sitting down beside Yan Lingfeng, he whispered softly; "You must be complaining about me now. ?"

Yan Lingfeng smiled, "If I say no, do you believe the coach?"

Huang Cheng didn't expect Yan Lingfeng to laugh at this time. After a moment of daze, he scratched his head and said, "I didn't believe it, but I believe it now!"

"I probably guessed a bit about the coach's mind, but I still ask to go up and move around later, or else his bones will rust!" Yan Lingfeng thought for a while and asked.

Huang Cheng glanced at Yan Lingfeng thoughtfully, frowned, and seemed to think of his own problem. He nodded slowly and said: "Okay, I promise you, the last section will give you 5 minutes, but You should know exactly how to play on the court, right?"

"Thank you, coach!" Yan Lingfeng smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, coach, I'm not a person who likes to steal the limelight."

"Well, it's good if you know it!" Huang Cheng glanced at Yan Lingfeng with satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the field.

Although Huang Cheng only asked them to win 10 points in a single quarter to complete the task, Zhao Senming and others' goals were not so low. In the first half, they ate hot pot and sang songs and won by more than 30 points. In the second half, members of the champion team from the eighth class of high school made a collective appearance. If they can't teach their opponents, it will be a shame.

Zhao Senming easily escaped the steal from the No. 4 yellow-haired man, and a quick and accurate pass was steadily handed over to Han Dengyun. Han Dengyun took the ball with his back and used his strong strength and flexible footwork to complete the explosion. To defend his No. 9 headscarf, he jumped to the bottom of the basket and kicked into the basket to kick off an offense in the second half.

In the following period, the players on the field seemed to have been injected with stimulants. They were as unstoppable as tigers going down the mountain. Han Dengyun and Gao Yang attacked and defended, completely dominating the inside line, plus Sun Feiying. Sharp breakthrough, Fu Zijun's precise shooting, and Zhao Senming's unhurried scheduling, the entire third quarter of the game, completely became their performance time, and the basketball court has also become a big stage, the five of them are like five Pianping Like dancing dancers, they sway their youth and talents to their heart's content.

With a whistle, the third quarter was finally over. Han Dengyun whispered softly while jumping off the court, "Isn't the referee's watch malfunctioning? How come the third quarter is over so soon?"

Zhao Senming glanced at him faintly, glanced at the scoreboard on the sidelines, and there was an inconspicuous smile on his mouth.

On the scoreboard, there are two scores, one red and one black. The red is dazzling, the black is dazzling, the red is 88, and the black is 24!They represent the current scores of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School and No. 11 Middle School. In this quarter, the players on the field not only successfully completed the tasks assigned by Huang Cheng, but also overfulfilled the tasks.

The eleventh middle school players rushed to the sidelines as if fleeing, and they didn't have such a speed when defending fast break.Although they were playing away games and few spectators on the sidelines knew them, they still felt hot on their cheeks. They were 64 points behind in the three quarters. They couldn't afford to lose this person!

The coach of the 11th Middle School, short and chubby wearing a white shirt, was already numb standing on the sidelines. He could still curse a few words in the first half, but now he doesn't even bother to curse. It’s not that his players don’t work hard, but that the strength gap between the two teams is so big that it cannot be filled by manpower.

No. 4 yellow-haired man sat down on a chair, picked up a bottle of ice water and poured it on top of his head, but even so, the flame of shame in his heart did not weaken by half, and he threw the bottle to the ground severely. He spit out a thick sputum and said: "Is he deceiving too much! I can't bear it anymore! Gangzi, how about you?"

Gangzi was the number 9 with the wolf head tattooed. His eyes flashed with shame and anger. He raised his head to look at the yellow-haired man, bit his lip and nodded and said: "Since these grandsons don't know how to converge, then grandpa Leave them an unforgettable memory for a lifetime!"

"Is that okay?" Before the yellow-haired man spoke, the man with turban 12 sitting next to Gangzi hesitated and said, "Now so many people are watching! The gentleman takes revenge, it's not too late for ten years. These grandchildren will not run for a while. If they are dropped, you don't have to rush to clean them up at this moment!"

"I can't bear it anymore!" The yellow-haired man spit on the ground again, then raised his foot and stepped vigorously: "As long as we do it a little more concealed and pretend to be innocent, I believe no one would think of it. We did it on purpose! No one will punish me or us for this!"

"Dawei is right!" Gangzi nodded in approval and said: "Today's revenge today, this is the true nature of a man, Meng Yang, you are a tortoise, we will not stop you, after all, people have their own ambitions, and everyone has their own eggs. Everyone’s eggs are different, so I can’t force you to change one, right?"

"Grass!" Gangzi almost pointed to his nose and cursed that he had no eggs. The turban man named Meng Yang could not bear it. He took off the turban and threw it on the ground. Egg! What do you guys say?"

"Easy to handle!" Dawei smiled sinisterly: "I think the fat man on the 13th has been upset for a long time. When he grabs a rebound, Meng Yang will put your foot on where he landed, Wei Immortal his grandson!"

"Okay!" Meng Yang thought for a while, nodded readily and agreed.

"There is also the number 9, when he shoots for a while, you just pretend to accidentally come up under him, and send this grandson into the palace to enjoy the blessing!"

"Okay!" Gangzi nodded and said, "What about you?"

Dawei grinned and said, "Just wait and see!"