Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 72 The Basketball Game
Duan Yicheng had quick eyesight and quick hands. After grabbing the ball, he ran while shooting. At this moment, Lin Zeyu rushed over. He nimbly made a feint and made it miss the air. In the next second, he bypassed the other side like a bolt of lightning. A defensive player raised the ball high with both hands, jumped up, and threw the ball into the basket accurately.

"Pa..." There was a burst of overwhelming applause in the auditorium.

He saved Nanzhong again, like a savior who fell from the sky.

Amidst the crowd, Song Xiaolin alone caught the flash of sullenness in Lin Zeyu's eyes, as if Duan Yicheng's behavior of scoring a goal made him feel very incredible and very angry.

However, in the match between the two just now, anyone with eyes can see that Duan Yicheng's skills are obviously better, so why is Lin Zeyu so surprised that he can score a goal?

All of this is very strange, isn't it?
"Beep—" the whistle blew again.

This time, it's the final champion.

The referee threw the ball up into the air, and the players from both sides scrambled for the ball. Duan Yicheng took the ball again. He played steadily and rushed towards the opponent's camp, jumped over the defensive line, and when he was about to jump up and shoot, Lin Zeyu suddenly rushed towards him and hit him hard. Hitting his shoulder, Duan Yicheng, who was defenseless, took a few steps back suddenly, the ball in his hand deviated from the original trajectory, and for a moment there was pain on his face, probably because he sprained his foot.

Song Xiaolin was shocked by this scene.

Lin Zeyu fouled!

He obviously fouled, but the referee didn't blow his whistle, and no one around him stood up to criticize his behavior, as if everything happened so naturally.

But this is unfair to Duan Yicheng.

In the next second, she was completely chilled.

The basketball that had deviated from the track returned to the hands of the Nanzhong team members. The team members passed the ball to Duan Yicheng again. He endured the pain and moved forward. Under the obstruction of the opposing team members, he jumped up and shot a three-pointer. This was a particularly shocking moment. As long as he threw the ball in, Nanzhong would be the champion, but unfortunately... the ball missed.

The ball hit the basket and spun around the edge for two times before falling. Lin Zeyu saw the opportunity and snatched the ball. Fei Yue also shot a three-pointer, and finally scored.

Suddenly, there was a burst of earth-shattering cheers from the auditorium, enough to lift the roof of the entire stadium.

"Lin Zeyu won, Xing'an won!!!"

Some people are happy, and some people are bound to be worried.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have sent Duan Yicheng up to play."

"That's right, we almost won! This guy named Duan actually lost the chain in the end."

"I think he lost on purpose, obviously because he played so well in the first few rounds."

"I think so. A bad student like him certainly doesn't expect to bring glory to Nanzhong."

"..."

Song Xiaolin clenched her fists secretly. She saw Duan Yicheng's black and white world alone in the colorful lights and shadows. The crowd around them were reveling and threw Lin Zeyu up in the middle, symbolizing victory, but this No matter how lively everything was, it had nothing to do with him, he limped away, huddled in a corner, his back was lonely and lonely, like an abandoned child, or like a wild flowering mountain that was barren overnight desolate.

No one cares about whether Lin Zeyu committed a foul, no one cares whether the injury on his leg is serious, and no one remembers his brilliant record of pulling back the score by himself many times. They only care about losing at the last critical moment. The one who lost the game was Duan Yicheng, that's all.

A hero on the battlefield, the world has forgotten his 99 heroic feats, but only remembers his one defeat.

But to this person, it is absolutely unfair.

People cannot easily impose a death penalty on anyone just because of a single mistake, there is no such reason.

What's more, this is simply a conspiracy.

If it weren't for Lin Zeyu's deliberate bump, she believed that Duan Yicheng would have been able to make the goal.

The champion is his!All the glory should be his too!
He shouldn't hide in a corner and feel dejected, he should say arrogantly like yesterday——

"I never fight an impossible battle."

It was like the sunset glow outside the window.

Unruly and unruly, that's the real him!
She even suddenly remembered that he was sweating from training every day, that purest smile.

All of this is so ironic and ridiculous.

This group of people is not worthy of his love.

This game is not worth playing for him at all.

Someone next to him was chattering and cursing: "This duan really killed Nanzhong, he shouldn't be sent there, I don't understand why such a person is sent to the competition, speechless!"

It turns out...that group of people is still that group of people, dogs can't change their habit of eating shit.

Song Xiaolin suddenly smiled, as if biting by the cold winter wind. She looked at that person and thought that this person was just a pile of fetid shit in a cesspit. She mocked contemptuously, "Did you forget that if there is no Duan Yicheng, Nanzhong Can't make it to the finals at all, oh, shouldn't he be sent? Could it be you? If you went, wouldn't you have been eliminated in the first round? It's your turn to sit here today and make some sarcastic remarks ?”

"You..." That person dared not speak out, her smile was too cold.

The people next to him all shut their mouths in dismay.

"Little Purlin..." The back of her suddenly getting up and leaving gradually became farther and farther away in Xu Jiayi's eyes.

There is still a jubilant scene underneath.

The host passionately described the exciting scenes of the competition in the past few days, and summed up that hard work will eventually yield results. Finally, Lin Zeyu delivered a championship speech on behalf of Xing'an School.

Standing on the stage, Lin Zeyu had to admit that the moment the light beam came down, he was as dazzling as a star. He brilliantly started his winning speech: "Dear leaders, teachers, and classmates, hello, I am from Xing'an School. Student, my name is Lin Zeyu... I have loved playing basketball since I was a child, and it is a great honor to be able to represent the school this time in the district high school basketball game..."

"Are you a champion?"

To everyone's surprise, another female voice came from the radio.

Song Xiaolin was standing under the stage, holding a microphone in his hand, confronting him.

"Song...Song Xiaolin?"

"What is she going to do???"

"I do not know."

"Is she questioning my male god?"

"..."

The entire gymnasium exploded immediately, and discussions arose everywhere.

Watching other people's good shows has always been a bad taste in everyone's bones.

In the corner, when the familiar voice came to Duan Yicheng's ears, he almost looked up in surprise, and her black and white eyes reflected her figure, which was obviously very small, but seemed to hold her up. His whole world.

Lin Zeyu looked at the audience, that pure-looking girl, she was born so innocent, but there was such a firm light in her eyes, as if she could pry into the deepest secrets of people's hearts, and like the core of a poisonous snake, with a dangerous breath, He frowned slightly, his smile remained the same, because he was still standing on the stage, so he said modestly, "I am not, the championship belongs to everyone..."

(End of this chapter)