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Yunhai finally lost 67:86. An Yuan's personal data reached a terrifying 40 points, 6 rebounds, 2 assists and 2 steals.

If it weren't for physical reasons, An Yuan only played 3 minutes in the fourth quarter, because the score was too big to return to the sky, so he would not play again.

"Are you going to interview the winner?" Zhai Yang asked.

"Don't interview, right? After all, it's good to remember the score for this kind of game, and it is impossible to report on these high school players for a long time. At most, you can post the Weibo and report the score, and it will be ok." Ning Ya Explained, "This is just a group match. If you want to receive a special interview, you have to wait until the finals anyway."

Such a game is just as big as a piece of tofu when placed in a newspaper. After all, many domestic sports are very popular. What kind of professional football league, professional basketball league, Go, Champions League, NBA basketball, US Major League, etc. are left to The length of the high school league is really not much.

It's not that she doesn't want to give high school students more space for the national competition, but the newspaper has limited space and readers only read what they want. No matter how high the quality of the high school basketball league is, it will not be as good as professional basketball.

The primary purpose of sports magazines is to survive.

Ning Ya quickly posted a Weibo and uploaded the photos taken during the game to Weibo. She put her phone away and looked at Zhai Yang, "What are we going to do next?"

"Let's take a look at the basketball team's lounge."

"The one in the sea of ​​clouds?"

"Yeah. I want to see An Yuan." Zhai Yang nodded, "It is estimated that at this time, his heart will be very contradictory, right?"

Ning Ya sighed.

One person scored more than half of the team's points, but still lost. It is impossible to say that it is not uncomfortable.

Group sports is like this, even if the data is perfect, once you lose the game, perfect data is meaningless.

"Hope, he won't refuse to meet." Ning Ya muttered to herself.

Teams that lose the game tend to clean up faster, and they don't want to have too much contact with the winners.

It is best not to meet the two teams at once to avoid embarrassment.

Losing the game today means that the national game of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School is over. Although there is still one game, the outcome of that game cannot be changed. They have been eliminated.

Ning Ya submitted her press card, got permission, and pushed Zhai Yang to the lounge of Yunhai No.1 Middle School.

The atmosphere in the lounge of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School was not as depressing as imagined.

Someone apologized to An Yuan, An Yuan said that there was nothing wrong, and some people didn't care too much about the loss, so they went to the locker room to change their clothes.

"The two are..."

The coach of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School saw Ning Ya and Zhai Yang. He was a little surprised. He had never seen these two people.

This is a rest area for athletes, and most people really can't get in.

"That's right, I'm a reporter from "Forefront of Sports" and I want to say a few words to player An Yuan." Ning Ya showed her press card.

"Is there anything to interview? The game is lost, you still interview the winner?"

The team lost the game and the coach was not in a good mood. He turned and urged the players who hadn't changed their clothes to enter the locker room.

Seeing everyone entering the locker room, An Yuan sighed and prepared to go. Suddenly, he heard someone call his name.

He turned his head, it was two people he didn't know.

"Two...something?"

"It's okay. I just want to say that you performed well today."

"No matter how good the performance is, what's the use? It's still being said." An Yuan said disappointedly.

"Isn't it? Your performance today is basically the limit of high school players, no one will hack you." Ningya waved her hand.

One person lifts all the offenses of a team, and no one else can pick and stab.

"If the game is lost, I can't score less, I'm not strong; I score more, I'm a cancer of the team, which disrupts the team's tacit understanding; If the game wins, the less score is the lie win, the more score, I am a big brush. Just grab People spray, how can you not find the black spots?" An Yuan sneered, about to turn around, and then asked, "Presumably, someone in the audience said I was a cancer, right?"

Ning Ya was dumb, and An Yuan could guess this.

"So? You want to keep doing this for three years in high school, do you carry a team by yourself?" Zhai Yang asked rhetorically.

"How could it be possible to carry it?" An Yuan looked at the young man in a wheelchair in front of him and shook his head slightly. "Big Brother, basketball is different from table tennis. One person cannot change the result."

I also know.

Zhai Yang thought in his heart, but his gaze fell on An Yuan's face, his eyes filled with melancholy and helplessness.

What if one's data is gorgeous? After all, it is difficult to change the outcome of the game.

"An Yuan, quickly change clothes, we are going back." A player who had already changed into school uniform walked out of the locker room.

An Yuan nodded, glanced at Zhai Yang and Ning Ya again, turned around and entered the dressing room without speaking.

Other players walked out of the locker room one after another and left the lounge. They didn't want to meet their opponents.

Not long after, the dressing room was gone clean.

Ning Ya shook her head. This time she came here and gained very little, she didn't even talk to An Yuan too much, and didn't understand much.

She was about to ask Zhai Yang if she wanted to leave, but Zhai Yang himself drove the wheelchair to the lounge.

"how……"

Zhai Yang made a mute gesture ~www.readwn.com~ and then moved on.

Ning Ya didn't know why, but she still took two steps, pushing her wheelchair, and came to the door of the locker room, vaguely heard the sound of sobbing.

She felt tight, pushing the wheelchair, and entering the locker room with Zhai Yang, only to see An Yuan leaning on the closet, sitting on the ground, her legs curled up, her face buried, her body trembled slightly, and at the same time, a choked voice was heard. Then it entered her ears.

"I don't want to lose... I don't want to lose..."

Ning Ya's throat was a little tight, and she didn't know what to say.

"Let's go?" Zhai Yang turned his head and looked at Ning Ya.

After Ning Ya pushed Zhai Yang out of the rest room, she couldn't help asking, "Why don't you persuade him."

"If you want to be the core of a team, you have to face such a problem. Sometimes, even in a place where no one knows, licking the wound alone. Such a defeat is not necessarily a bad thing for An Yuan. ."

"why?"

"A team without fighting spirit cannot win. And in basketball games, it is true that a certain person can take over the game, but that person has to pay a lot to make it possible. As long as the team that wins the championship, the strength, fighting spirit and atmosphere , One is indispensable. He is still young and can consider the role of the team better than the individual. This... is progress." Zhai Yang rubbed his neck, "I see him, I want to be the coach of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School. "

"When?" Ning Ya was not surprised.

"Is it in the second half? During the summer vacation, I will go to the school of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School to discuss cooperation." Zhai Yang turned to look at the rest room. An Yuan had walked out of the locker room with his backpack on his back. If we can cooperate, we may have a chance to achieve good results."

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