Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 173
The wind was blowing, and the afternoon sun was scorching and white, shining directly on the tall buildings made of stone bricks, and sprinkled on the flushed faces of the students who looked excited and raised their arms and cheered, covering the boys and girls with a layer of sunflower yellow. tulle.

There is a light red banner hanging above the building, and a few lines are written in ink with artistic words

【Shilan went to war without a blade of grass】

Seeing the indescribable banner title from a distance, one can probably tell that what is going on in the Olympic Sports Center at this time is exactly the competition between schools.

The content is basketball games, city finals, and the winning team will be able to go further afield. For Shilan Middle School, a private aristocratic college, the pampered young masters rarely win corresponding honors in sports.

This year is a rare bumper harvest, because this school has ushered in the two heroes who are arrogant.

"Chu Zihang!!! Mom loves you (color words)———"

"Hangbao, my treasure!!"

"Lixiang!!! Look at me!!!——"

"Sun me!!"

All that could be seen was the colorful smoke left by the salute, the deafening cheers of the students, and even the shouts from the radio broadcast.

The basketball court with squares is now extremely polarized.

On one side is the front line of young and beautiful girls, their fair or wheat-colored skin shining in the sun, joking with each other while holding the basketball between their waists and arms.

On one side is the men's lineup, they are fully focused and remain indifferent. The situation between the two teams is tense, the king is against the king, and the general is against the general.

As for the auditorium—that is even more distinct.

On one side, there are all young girls with red eyes, their palms clasped tightly, their legs closed and bouncing around, and there is nothing in their eyes except the handsome boy with black hair on the basketball court.

Chu Zihang warmed up and used a random double-span dribble. The girls felt weak as if they had been swept by the other side, and almost caused a stampede.

On one side, there are all enthusiastic teenagers. Their tensed forearm muscles are the embodiment of the emotions deep in their hearts. Every time they raise their arms and shout, they are cheering for another jump of a certain orange-haired girl.

While jumping up, the girl catches the dribble from her teammate in mid-air, intentionally makes a big windmill and throws it into the basket with a sky hook. The ball draws a beautiful arc in mid-air and penetrates the fierce wind, showing an almost vertical shape at the last moment. The downtrend passed into the Nets.

People roared hysterically again.

If you want to interpret the idiom that there are a lot of voices, then there is no more suitable place than the Olympic Sports Center at this moment, and there is no more suitable crowd than the boys and girls of Shilan Middle School at this moment.

Shilan Middle School has five classes in each grade, and there are fifteen classes in total in the third grade. Each class draws five students, and there are nearly a hundred supporters, and the students on the Chuzi flight and the students in Fujimaru Tachika's class are even more numerous. It's all here, besides the school's funding, there are also many individual actions like Little Heavenly Girls, or rather, they account for the majority.

The auditorium of a basketball court is not comparable to that of a football field. Even for a professional game like the NBA, it costs [-] to go up. Shilan Middle School is full of people, but there are only nearly [-] people. How can it fill this basketball court? Woolen cloth?
But these thousands of people just acted like tens of thousands of people.

Lu Mingfei, who was thinking about this kind of thing, was sitting in the front row, mainly because of Fujimaru Tachika's title as the class monitor of senior one, so the front row area was covered by their class, and next to him was Chu Zihang's class. Class [-], Grade [-].

Unlike the cheering people around, although Lu Mingfei also felt that the squad leader's goal was beautiful, he still had time to think about other things, such as the clear male-to-female ratio.

Class [-] and [-] of senior high school originally intended to cheer for Tachika Fujimaru, so the prepared position was naturally closer to the women's team's court, but during the warm-up stage, many little girls in the class couldn't help it. The boys in class [-] exchanged glances, and immediately saw the desire in each other's eyes.

The two sides showed just right smiles, just like the humble gentlemen in ancient times.

Then everyone stood up and shifted positions one after another.

There is no way, few people can refuse Chu Zihang, who can see that little talented piano girl Liu Miaomiao ran over there in silence, and the three words "Chu Zihang——" still broke the sound , no one can see that she has learned a little vocal music.

Of course, very little means no. Lu Mingfei saw that Chen Wenwen chose to sit in her original seat and cheer for Lixiang after a while of entanglement. Although her voice was not loud, she worked very hard.

One of the four school beauties is willing to pay for his colleagues, which is enough to prove the gold content of Fujimaru Tachika——

"Come on Lixiang!!——"

A loud voice different from Chen Wenwen's came from above Lu Mingfei's head, and it exploded like a cloud bomb.Lu Mingfei actually didn't know what a cloud bomb was, but it felt very vivid. The cloud would be scattered by this voice, just like two sea overlords with white beard and red hair confronted each other on the boat, and the sky ladder suddenly appeared .

The boy subconsciously covered his ears, showing embarrassment, and then slowly turned his head.

"I'll go, Miss, why are you staying here?!"

"Ok?"

Su Xiaoqiang, who was cueed inexplicably, lowered his head and looked down at Lu Mingfei, raising his eyebrows inexplicably.

"Any questions?"

Looking at the girl's eyes without any confusion, Lu Mingfei actually felt a little guilty for no reason, and muttered.

"Didn't you come to help Chu Zihang refuel?"

"Huh? Did I say that again?" Su Xiaoqiang frowned.

"Then it doesn't count now."

"?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, although he was curious about what happened to Su Xiaoqiang, but after thinking about it, there was nothing strange about it, Chu Zihang's auditorium was sparsely populated with a few boys.

No way, these two people are too good.

Just like when Lu Mingfei glanced around, he could even see a few men in suits and sunglasses recording something with a pen.

At first, Lu Mingfei thought that the Fuzhou finals had already attracted professionals to come and taste them. It must have been professional team scouts!
Feeling very proud, the boy pretended to move over there inadvertently, and saw——

Swish swish.

The man in a suit with small glasses immediately performed a professional-level sketch in front of Lu Mingfei. He finished the portraits of Chu Zihang and Fujimaru Tachika, and then put them under the sun to see through the light. He nodded and was very satisfied. Dial the phone.

"Boss, let's order a basketball album for the next idol we want to support?"

?

In addition to these young people, even Lu Mingfei also saw a white-haired old man with a well-groomed beard holding a camera, and admiring the scenery on the basketball court with the corner of his mouth tilted up.

What is old disrespect.

The magical reality was placed on the face of the boy surnamed Lu again and again. He didn't want to think too much, but just sat down and enjoyed the game——

Then yelled at the next warm-up goal

"Squad leader is awesome!"

Su Xiaoqiang:?

The girl behind him gave a look of "what's the matter?" Lu Mingfei had no choice but to pretend not to see it, and secretly took the mineral water bottle he had drunk and waved it as a light stick.

He said he would cheer for the monitor.

And fortunately at this moment, with the referee's protracted sound, the match was about to begin.

The so-called opening jump ball is usually the team's center forward, but there are also situations where power forwards jump the ball because of their jumping ability or timing.

Fujimaru Tachika plays point guard. This choice has no special meaning, but simply because point guard sounds cool. She thinks the four words sound more exciting than forward and power forward, so she chose this position.

But coincidentally, this position is indeed more suitable for her.

First, the outside line is extraordinarily fancy, with false shaking and precise long-range and mid-range shots. These are all stereotyped impressions left to the world as a guard, and these actions are generally honed by players who are relatively not so tall. weapons.

Lixiang is not short in height, but it still pales in comparison to basketball players who are like iron towers.

second
boom.

With a muffled sound in the air, the ball flew towards him. Lixiang reached out to touch the ball with one hand and at the same time pulled his arm back to release the force. While leaning back half an inch, the sole of the shoe and the floor of the basketball court made a long series of friction sounds.

"call"

The ball is still quiet and obedient in the girl's not-so-big palm, like a sleeping baby. The orange hair is shaking in the air. The girl's short ponytail is tighter than usual, and the delicate swan neck is also exposed to the sun. Very dazzling.

"Hey~ According to the usual practice, shouldn't I say some trash?"

The girl showed a smile under the current gaze of the enemy on the other side, and easily disrespected the other party.

So she said—

"Big sister, I'm going to start hitting back~"

The point guard connects the offensive responsibilities of the whole team, has a broad vision and controls the overall situation.At the same time, he is also the player with the most chances to touch the ball in the team, and controls the offensive rhythm of the team.

The coach has only one requirement for the weak team in this sports, which is the same as the men's team.

Give it to Fujimaru Lixiang (Chu Zihang).

　ps: The author doesn't know basketball, so I won't write too much. I wrote this paragraph just to write a famous scene I imagined in the next chapter.
　　
　
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