My Cartoonist Strategy

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

If it was not for physical reasons, An Yuan only played 3 minutes in the fourth quarter. Because the score was too big to return to the sky, he did not play again.

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

"Stop interviewing? After all, in such games, it is good to remember the score, and it is impossible to make large-scale reports on these high school players. At most, you can send a Weibo and report the score, and it will be ok." Ning Ya Explained, "This is only a group stage. If you want to have a special interview, you have to wait until the finals."

Such a game is placed in the newspaper, which is the size of the tofu block. After all, many domestic sports are very hot. What professional football league, professional basketball league, Go, UEFA Champions League, Mi Basketball, Mi League, etc. are reserved for There is really not much space in the high school league.

It's not that she didn't want to give more space to the national competition for high school students, but that the newspaper had limited space and readers only looked at what she wanted to see.Even if the quality of high school basketball league is high, 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, put away her phone, and looked at Zhai Yang, "What are we going to do next?"

"Go to the lounge of the basketball team."

"Yunhai Yizhong?"

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

Ning Ya sighed.

It is impossible for a person to score more than half of the team's scores but still lose.

This is the case for collective sports, even if the data is perfect, once the game is lost, the perfect data is meaningless.

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

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

Best of all, don’t meet each other once, so as not to be embarrassed.

Losing the game today means that the national competition of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School has ended. Although there is still a game, the outcome of that game cannot be changed. The fact that they have been eliminated.

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

The atmosphere in the lounge of Yunhai No. 1 is not as depressed as expected.

Some people apologized to An Yuan, An Yuan said nothing, and some people did not care too much about the loss, and went to the locker room to change clothes one after another.

"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 it. I'm a reporter in "Forefront of Sports", and I want to say a few words to An Yuan players." Ning Ya showed her reporter's card.

"Is there any good interview? The game is lost, are you still interviewing the winner?"

The team lost the game and the coach was not in a good mood. He turned and urged the players who had not changed their clothes to hurry into the locker room.

An Yuan saw that everyone had entered the dressing room, and he sighed, preparing to go. Suddenly, he heard someone call his name.

He turned around and was two people he didn't know.

"Two... something?"

"It's okay. Just want to say that you are doing well today."

"What's the point of performing well? It's still being said." An Yuan lost.

"No? Your performance today is basically the limit of high school players. No one will black you." Ning Ya waved her hand.

One person lifts all the offenses of a team, the others cannot pick it up.

"I lost the game and scored less, but I couldn't do it; I scored more, I was the team's cancer, and disrupted the team's tacit understanding; the game won, I scored less and lay win, I scored more, I was a big brush. Just grab People spray, how could not find black spots?" An Yuan sneered,

Ning Ya was dumb, An Yuan could guess.

"So? You have been in high school for three years and you want to be like this all the time. Do you carry a team alone?" Zhai Yang asked back.

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

I also know.

Zhai Yang thought to himself, but his eyes fell on An Yuan's face, his eyes full of melancholy and helplessness.

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

"An Yuan, change clothes quickly, we are going back." A player who had put on his school uniform came out of the locker room.

An Yuan nodded and glanced at Zhai Yang and Ning Ya again. Without speaking, he turned and entered the locker room.

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

Not too long ago, the locker room was clean.

Ning Ya shook his head. He came here very little and didn't even talk too much with An Yuan, nor did he know much.

She was about to ask Zhai Yang if she wanted to leave, but Zhai Yang was driving a wheelchair and came to the lounge.

"how……"

Zhai Yang made a silent gesture and then moved on.

Ning Ya didn't know why, but she walked two steps tightly and pushed the wheelchair to the door of the dressing room. He heard a low cry.

She tightened her mind, pushed the wheelchair, and entered the dressing room with Zhai Yang, but saw An Yuan leaning on the closet, sitting on the ground, her legs curled up, her face buried, her body trembling slightly, and at the same time, a choking voice Followed into her ears.

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

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

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

When Ning Ya pushed Zhai Yang out of the rest room, he couldn't help but ask: "Why not persuade him."

"If you want to be the core of a team, you must face such problems. Sometimes, even in an unknown place, licking the wound alone. Such a loss may not be a bad thing for An Yuan. ."

"why?"

"A team without fighting spirit can’t win. A basketball game can indeed be taken over by a certain person, but that person has to pay a lot of money to make it possible. Any team that wins the championship has strength, fighting spirit and atmosphere. It is indispensable. He is still young and can think in advance that the role of the team is better than that of individuals. This...is progress." Zhai Yang rubbed his neck. "Seeing him, I want to be a coach of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School." "

"When?" Ning Ya was not surprised.

"In the second half of the year? During the summer vacation, I first went to the school of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School to discuss the cooperation." Zhai Yang turned his head to look at the rest room, and An Yuan had walked out of the locker room with a backpack on his back. If you can cooperate, you may have the opportunity to achieve good results."

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