Rebirth of Basketball Boy

"If something is okay, you don't count, sit down and let us check it!" Doctor Liu hurriedly took Yan Lingfeng's arm and let him sit on the floor, then took a deep breath and lightly touched his calf. Kneaded lightly, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Yan Lingfeng frowned and nodded lightly, "A little bit?"

"A little pain or a lot of pain? You have to tell the truth!" Team Doctor Liu's expression was solemn, he could see clearly from the sidelines, Yan Lingfeng obviously lost his balance when he landed on the ground, one foot crooked, and the weight of his whole body They are all pressed on the other leg. This situation is likely to cause a ligament tear.

"It hurts!" Yan Lingfeng knows the truth of the taboo, so there is no hard support at this moment. He gritted his teeth and told the truth, cold sweat ran down, his hands clenched tightly, and his fingers were embedded in the flesh.

"What about here?" Doctor Liu put his hand on Yan Lingfeng's right knee and asked after pressing it carefully.

"It's okay." Yan Lingfeng shook his head and reached out his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "Doctor Liu, I'm really fine. I know my body. I must continue to play, definitely!"

Team Doctor Liu looked at him and sighed slightly, "It should be fine. You are lucky that you didn't hurt your bones and ligaments, but I suggest that you should rest off the court."

"No!" Yan Lingfeng replied decisively: "I have lost two championships. I will not allow the story of yesterday to repeat itself. Even if I die on the field, I will never end!"

"All right." Team Doctor Liu took out the aerosol and sprayed him, then helped him stand up and nodded helplessly, "You have to be careful, understand?"

"Look at it!" Yan Lingfeng grinned, "Ren Shan is deceived by others, and Ma Shan is ridden by others. They forced me!"

The two team doctors walked off the field slowly, but Yan Lingfeng limped to the referee and asked calmly: "Just now, Mr. Referee, you didn't see anything?"

There was no anger or accusation in Yan Lingfeng's voice. It was very calm, without a trace of emotional calm.

"No." The referee replied equally calmly.

"As long as you don't see a foul, it is not a foul, does that mean?" Yan Lingfeng pointed to his red calf and said: "This can't prove anything, right?"

"Yes!" The referee thought that Yan Lingfeng came to him to appeal. He was determined to ignore it, but he didn't expect Yan Lingfeng to say a word of complaint. His calmness made the referee feel very shameless. , Which makes him feel like he is out of control, so his attitude is not so kind.

"Okay, I hope you can remember this sentence." Yan Lingfeng slowly raised his right hand, raised his thumb, and slowly backed away to the referee.

If you don't know it, you can't do it yourself.Although Liu Jianhui’s three small actions deceived the referee, the audience’s eyes were sharp. They were watching basketball games instead of Sanda matches. Many of them were very disgusting with the behavior of Liu Jianhui and others. They shouted loudly. The numbers of Liu Jianhui and others, and then used the middle fingers to express their inner indignation.

The scolding of the audience came into the ears, and Huang Fenglie's expression was very embarrassing. He has always wanted to compete with the legendary very powerful small forward with real swords and real guns, but the coach's words before the game made him This long-cherished wish was vanished.Huang Fenglie remembered very clearly that Wang Ba said at that time, "This Yan Lingfeng is very strong, he is definitely not a person who can defend, so in this game I ask you to double-team him at all times. , You must be ruthless and decisive, even if it is a foul, you must achieve the maximum value of each foul, understand?"

Liu Jianhui understood the coach’s meaning, so when he loosened Yan Lingfeng’s jersey, he slammed a punch in his ribs; Liang Junwei understood the coach’s meaning, so he pushed Yan Lingfeng with his knees. , By the way, pretending to inadvertently stretch out his foot and place it on Yan Lingfeng’s landing position, but Yan Lingfeng was lucky enough to not step on it; Huang Fengtao didn’t understand, so his defense was clean from beginning to end. .Regardless of the audience, there is a dream about a lone hero hidden in everyone's heart. Today Yan Lingfeng is very much like the self in the dream, so they don't hesitate to express their sympathy to Yan Lingfeng. At the same time, by the way, he gave his deep contempt to his opponents, which of course included Huang Fenglie, even though he didn't mean to hurt people from start to finish.

Zhao Senming drove the ball from the backcourt to the frontcourt. After remembering the coach's instructions, he didn't hesitate to avoid Zhou Yu's interference and gave it to Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng held the ball on his waist, his expression was calm, his eyes were calm, and his words were also calm, "You will regret it, I swear!"

The volcano before the eruption was very calm, and Yanlingfeng was like a volcano about to erupt at this time.Calmness is just an illusion. The turbulent waves in his heart, the anger of the first time in his life, and the disdainful behavior of the opponent have deeply inspired all his potential. He has forgotten in his heart now. The champion, forgot the damn 50 points, what he thought was as he said, he wanted to make his opponents regret it!

"It's still on the left!" Yan Lingfeng did not wait for Huang Fenglie's answer, and launched an attack as soon as his voice sank. His speed was extremely fast, as fast as lightning, as fast as a galloping horse, so fast that people could only see Huang. With a flash of light, Huang Fenglie appeared behind him.

Liu Jianhui and Liang Junwei tasted the sweetness. They were ready for double-teaming before Yan Lingfeng started, but Yan Lingfeng's speed was so fast that they had no time to react, and Yan Lingfeng was already there. Free throw line.

Yan Lingfeng shouted violently. He held the basketball with both hands high and rounded and kicked hard, and the whole person jumped up, taking one step from the free throw line. The target of Yan Lingfeng's bombing must be the basket without guessing. The opponent's center Qiao Jun also yelled violently. He bravely jumped up to face Yan Lingfeng and rushed forward. He didn't expect to be able to block Yan Lingfeng's dunk. The coach's words were also recorded in his heart. Not terrible, terrible is a foul that has no value and meaning.Qiao Jun is ready to foul, and is also ready to face head-on with Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng looked at Qiao Jun with a decisive expression, and suddenly grinned, very happy.It is not too late for a gentleman to revenge for ten years. Yan Lingfeng is not a gentleman, so what he has always believed is that he will avenge him. If he can do things well today, he will never delay it until tomorrow.

Qiao Jun's elbows and knees were raised, his whole person was like a hedgehog covered with thorns. Yan Lingfeng wanted to dunk him through him, but he had to pay a price!The two people quickly ran into each other, like sparks hit the earth, and then they saw the two people stacked together and fell to the floor at the same time, but the basketball that should have appeared in Yan Lingfeng's hands disappeared, and it was in the audience. When we were looking for basketballs everywhere, they saw yellow light suddenly soaring into the sky, strode to the bottom of the hoop, and screamed the ball with one hand into the hoop.

2:2!

Xu Zhong couldn't take care of the celebration, and hurriedly let go of his hand and dropped it on the floor. He ran forward and pulled Yan Lingfeng's arm up and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts me so much..." Yan Lingfeng gave Xu Zhong a "rest assured" look, and then pretended to cry.

Yan Lingfeng looked painful, but Qiao Jun, who fell with him, had a face like silver paper, his eyes were diffident, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood. If it weren't for his eyes were still open, he looked like a dead person.

The referee saw clearly that Yan Lingfeng had already passed the ball before the collision with Qiao Jun, so the ball was not counted as hitting people with the ball.When he ran over, he glanced at Qiao Jun, who was ignorant of personnel on the floor, with a trace of pity in his eyes. He sighed and greeted the team doctor of Weifang No. 1 Middle School to enter the field.

Where can I use him to summon?The team doctor of Weifang No. 1 High School had already rushed over and hurriedly checked, and finally came to a very frustrating conclusion that Qiao Jun’s heart was hit hard and he must be taken to the hospital immediately, otherwise there will be life. Danger.

After hearing what the team doctor said, Wang Ba dared not hesitate and immediately applied to the staff of the organizing committee for an ambulance to enter the venue.

"This is only the first one." Yan Lingfeng's voice was still so calm, but it sounded like a shudder at this moment, not erupting in silence, but dying in silence, Yan Lingfeng obviously Not the kind of master who resigned and waited for death.

Huang Fenglie's teeth clenched, a pair of fists clenched and stretched, stretched and clenched, although he did not see the scene when the two people collided, he can be sure that Qiao Jun's serious injury must be inseparable from Yan Lingfeng. For a tooth for a tooth, Weifang No. 1 Middle School wanted to use this stigmatizing method to get rid of Yan Lingfeng, but did not expect to have lost their main center forward before they succeeded.

"Don't be too much!" Huang Fenglie took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Basketball is sacred, I don't want this game to show shameful stains!"

Yan Lingfeng looked helplessly spread his hands and shrugged: "I think you should say this to your teammates, because they should know how to write the word Hangzang better than I do."

"Let's wait and see, the grasshopper after autumn will not be able to reach for a few days!" Huang Fenglie naturally couldn't ask his teammates to be gentle with Yan Lingfeng, so he could only fall down and leave a ruthless word.

Yan Lingfeng smiled. Qiao Jun's departure from the field clearly caused his opponents to panic. This is the effect he wants. You must have a bottom line and play the same thing. A team without a bottom line will never get the respect of others. Just like Weifang No. 1 Middle School, their ugly behavior is no longer like a simple student. Under the leadership of the shrinking king, most of them have become cunning like old fried dough sticks.

The panic obviously does not include Zhou Yu. His eyes are easy to use, so he is one of the few people who can see the cause of Qiao Jun’s injury clearly. Yan Lingfeng obviously had planned for a long time, and he always kept one leg. Slightly bent, this is obviously not because he is a looped leg, but because he has been accumulating strength, and then rushed to the black hand before Qiao Jun, a knee was hit on Qiao Jun’s heart, this is too much for Qiao Jun’s killing. When it gets bigger, anyone's heart is the most important organ. Qiao Jun naturally can't continue to play the game if something goes wrong.

Zhou Yu did not rush to serve, but walked slowly to Yan Lingfeng and said in a low voice: "I apologize to you on behalf of the team, but you have done it..."