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Everyone has a time of cranky thinking when they are young.

When Zhang Xiaojian was a child, he not only thought about being a star, but also really thought about playing in the NBA. Not only that, when the national football team lost the Asian Cup one year, he also thought about playing football. The term reviving the glory of the stinky foot is not accurate. To be precise, the national football team There is no glory.

Of course, these wishes gradually fade with age.

Instead, I want to make money, I want to make money, I want to make money

The idea of ​​making money is very practical, but in fact, there is an idea of ​​just making money, which more or less represents a little maturity.

Now that Zhang Xiaojian doesn't need to make money, it doesn't mean that he is immature. Just like he has the ability to play in the NBA, he doesn't know how to play. He is not well known or makes a fortune in silence, and lives his own little life comfortably.

But the game before him really ignited his passion for basketball when he was on the court every day in college.

The game is not pretty in the strict sense, but the atmosphere of the audience and the smell of gunpowder from the confrontation between the two sides have come out, it will look particularly good.

After the foreign aid Xiao Wang from the sports institute re-entered the field, the Chinese Department had the backbone, and the offensive began to become layered and organized.

When Xiao Wang made a mid-range jumper and completely evened the score, Zhang Xiaojian felt that his eardrums were about to be shattered by the cheers from around him.

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The good times didn't last long, and the score had just leveled. In the next round of offense, the Chinese major center fell to the ground after grabbing a rebound. Zhang Xiaojian even saw the big man's ankle touch the ground in half.

The screams sounded.

School doctor again, time out

Luo Tengfei looked annoyed, and the audience from the Chinese department showed concern, and the scene fell into chaos again.

Soon after, a single plane carried the Chinese center away, and the game resumed order.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Xiaojian felt that after losing the center, the Chinese department, which had lost the ability to rebound and protect the frame, would be defeated. After suffering one after another, the Chinese department played better in the next game.

He even led by a full 15 points in the half-time through quick offensive and defensive conversions and decisive shots.

Competitive sports is such a wonderful thing.

The strength on paper and computer statistics can never test the final outcome. The mental state of the players and morale are sometimes the key factors that determine the outcome.

All the Chinese audiences were crazy, whether they were shouting for offense or for defense, their expressions flew savagely.

As represented by Luo Tengfei, his eyes are almost bulging, which shows how hot the atmosphere is.

Zhang Xiaojian also blended into this atmosphere and regarded the Chinese basketball team as his home team.

They also did not disappoint. After the start of the second half, they used fierce hand-to-hand combat, ran at all costs, and frantically forced a series of climaxes.

The game was finally frozen at 72:55.

The Chinese basketball team, which lost the center forward, showed its strength. The audience blew up and the cheers shook the sky.

Just the next final

Zhang Xiaojian felt that even if they had a lunch break, they might not be able to recover. The players sitting by the court were really sweating, some cramps and some paled.

The members of the cheerleader handed them a bottle of mineral water.

They didn't even have the thought of looking at beautiful women. They either fell directly on their faces or gurgled their necks and swigged.

At the interval between the two semi-finals, the student union organized some games, and the atmosphere of the scene finally changed from arrogance to laughter.

But when the second semi-final began, the atmosphere returned again, and the cheerleaders and spectators on both sides began to face the Maimang again.

This game is the English basketball team against the physics basketball team.

It has nothing to do with the Chinese Department. Zhang Xiaojian and the audience around him are all in the mindset of watching the excitement, and he also saw acquaintances.

Zhou Liyang, wearing a green jersey, appeared in the English department.

After the start of the game, he plunged into the enemy's hinterland like a bolt of lightning and grabbed the rebound. At first sight, he was not a student but a foreign aid, with a long pass from the center with Fan Long printed on the back.

After catching the ball, Zhou Liyang didn't make a layup, but took off in three steps and dunked with one hand!

"Boom!" With a loud noise, although the take-off height is average, and the dunk posture is not fancy, but the dunk can always drive the atmosphere of the audience.

The girls' screams sounded at this moment, Zhou Liyang, who had finished buckling the blue, dazzled his biceps while running back, not to mention the practice was really good.

And this game seems to be over because of this dunk.

The English department of the green jersey has Zhou Liyang and foreign aid Fan Long. Their strength has improved a lot from previous years. They are basically playing according to the physics department.

The girls in the English department also screamed so much that they completely overwhelmed the male audience.

In the middle of the game, the suspense was completely lost. The physics team members were all down, while the English team members raised their heads amidst the cheers of the girls.

After the start of the second half, there was no smell of gunpowder, because most of the physics students walked

The members of the English department did not fight to the death, but played.

Just playing around, it seems a bit humiliating the basketball team members of the physics department.

Of course, even if there is no audience, the physics team members have been ruthless, but it is useless to be ruthless. The score is too much behind, chasing on the court, and desperately, under the efficient transmission, it makes them look like A dog who is struggling to run.

But they didn't give up, they finally grabbed a few opportunities and got a little closer.

At this time, the green team served in the backcourt, and the physics department in the black team uniform defended the court.

The ball quickly passed to Fan Long's hands, because of the rule that he would be called a foul in less than half of eight seconds, he had to pass the ball to the frontcourt.

It just doesn't matter whether it was a slip of the hand or the score leading too much. Under the pressure, his pass was a little bit off, and it hit the audience on the sidelines.

The ball came too fast and went straight to Zhang Xiaojian's face.

Zhang Xiaojian's reaction was already quick, tilting his head slightly, but he was still hit.

The ball bounced off after making intimate contact with his face. As soon as he tilted his body, he seemed to be stunned by the smash, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Zheng Jiakai supported him and looked at Fan Long in the court.

Fan Long said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

This kind of thing happens often, as long as there is nothing wrong, no one cares.

After being hit, Zhang Xiaojian didn't slow down, and the ball over there was already sent out. The game continued as usual. Ye Mozhu rushed over and saw that he had a nosebleed.

Take the rolled up tissue that is blocking your nose out of your nostril.

After the unsuspecting game ended, Zhang Xiaojian, who had been sitting in the canteen of the Normal University again, touched his nose and felt that it was no problem.

The dishes in front of him were a bit rich. Zhang Xiaojian picked up a tender tenderloin and took a bite of rice. It felt very good.

Ye Mozhu picked him up with a vegetable: "You eat too much meat."

Zhang Xiaojian smiled, Bai Yang and Zheng Jiakai felt that they were full before eating. Invisible dog food was the deadliest

On the other side, Luo Tengfei, who came back from a trot, sat down and said angrily: "I asked, that Fan Long is a foreign aid from Zhou Liyang. He should have done it deliberately!"

Zhang Xiaojian ate the green vegetables that Ye Mo bamboo clip gave him and said, "Don't let it go, eat first, eat first."

"Damn, why are you not angry at all?" Luo Tengfei looked at Zhang Xiaojian's eyes wide.

Zhang Xiaojian said open-mindedly: "At the time, he was guarded very tightly. If he couldn't pass the ball, he would foul, and accidents are possible in a hurry, right?"

"That's true"

Bai Yang drank a sip of Coke and said, "By the way, after these two games, I really feel that it seems difficult for your Chinese department to beat the English department."

"Don't grow up other people's ambitions to destroy your own prestige, competitive sports is possible!" Luo Tengfei patted the table.

Ye Mozhu didn't maintain such an optimistic attitude, and said: "They still have a few cramps, and I don't know if they can be relieved in the afternoon."

Can't slow down.

They are not professional athletes. The college students who have not received physical training have been fighting too aggressively before. One such game a day is enough for them to keep up for several days, let alone noon.

The finals began with boiling applause and cheers.

The English department was compared with the Chinese department. The fish belly and the king of previous years, but this year, it seems that the identity has been completely changed.

The Chinese basketball team, who lost the center, fell behind by a full 15 points in the first quarter due to excessive physical exertion.

Running all over the court, Zhou Liyang and Fan Long used various pick-and-rolls to show off the show. The level is indeed higher than that of college students. Occasionally, the celebrations of the two and some exaggerations, but enough NBA celebrations can attract Boos and another cheer from the girls.

After only watching the first quarter, Zhang Xiaojian felt that the Chinese language competition should be gone.

In the second quarter, he did not expect it. The score was pulled up to as much as twenty, and the English department players started to play again.

As a result, the Chinese team members who felt humiliated began to work hard again.

It was almost exactly the same as the script for the morning game against the Physics Department. It was Fan Long being double-teamed in the backcourt and unable to play the ball, and it was on the sidelines not far from Zhang Xiaojian.

He tried his best again, seemingly a mistake, but like a cannonball pass, he went straight to Zhang Xiaojian's face.

Before eating, Zhang Xiaojian, who said nothing on his mouth, squinted. He stretched out his hand before he was prepared, and his palm touched the basketball, making a muffled noise.

The muffled sound rang through the ears of his friends and the audience around him. Just listen to the sound to know how powerful the ball is.

What surprised them was that Zhang Xiaojian was not knocked down at such a short distance and with such a powerful force, but instead grabbed the ball directly with one hand.

Zhang Xiaojian grabbed the basketball with one hand in his palm. He raised his brows and his face sank. He asked Ye Mozhu, who was concerned that he had not had time to speak, "Pig, can I be your foreign aid for the Chinese department?"

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