Rebirth of Basketball Boy

The dusk at the end of September reveals a touch of sadness. The small town of Shuiyun is in a quiet atmosphere. The sound of cars on the road seems to be very careful at this time, but the basketball court in Shuiyun No. The harmonious picture is a bit out of place. In the eyes of the students, the early autumn sun in the evening is not so venomous, and there is a slight cool breeze, which happens to be a good time to play basketball.

Yan Lingfeng occupied a rebound by himself. Although his left hand has not healed yet, after these days of hard training, the right hand dribble has already looked good. The reborn Yan Lingfeng has a much better physique than the average person. NBA was a dream of his previous life, but his weak physique made this dream never come true. Who said that the Chinese people's physique is not suitable for playing basketball? Who said that Chinese defenders will never be able to fight on top of the world?With the passage of time, Yan Lingfeng's eyes were completely focused on basketball. If you want to realize your dream, you must start from now, want to be an excellent point guard, and be able to dribble the ball skillfully with both hands. Is the most basic.Although the injury of his left hand limited Yan Lingfeng's chances of participating in the competition, it made him realize the obvious weakness of almost not dribbling the ball with his right hand.

The selection mechanism of Chinese basketball used to be rigid. The selection of professional basketball players always took a model to measure. The height restriction blocked the way for many basketball enthusiasts. Yan Lingfeng, who was reborn, saw hope. Can make him attract the attention of professional basketball teams and even NBA teams, CHBA!As long as they can become famous in high school basketball games, the road ahead may become brighter.

"Ling Feng, when you are cured, we will definitely have no problem with this championship. What are you doing so hard for?" Feiying Sun, who practiced shooting in another field, shouted.

"My goal is not just to be the champion of the school basketball game!" Yan Lingfeng replied loudly.

"Oh? Are you talking about the school team? We may have little hope. For you, the door of the school team is completely open!" Feiying Sun shot a three-pointer and laughed.

"It's useless to say this now. I still won't be able to play tomorrow. The second and third class of high school is not so easy to deal with. If you lose the ball, the gate of the school team will be completely closed." Yan Lingfeng reminded. .

"Well, don't worry, after three games, I found that as long as our brothers work together, no one can stop us from moving forward!" Han Dengyun said with a grin.

"I hope." Yan Lingfeng sighed and continued to dribble.

The next morning, with a clear sky and a slight cool breeze, Xiang Qingyun hugged her shoulders and shivered and said, "It's been less than October, why is it so cold?"

Han Dengyun is all fat. Although he is wearing a uniform like Xiang Qingyun, he doesn't feel cold at all. He said nonchalantly: "When you are on the field, you will naturally not feel cold anymore. Come on and warm up. I and you Sister talks about conversation."

Fragrant Ziyan gave Han Dengyun a fierce look, and said, "Who wants to talk to you? Why is the skin so thick!"

Han Dengyun lowered his head and couldn't say anything, but he had experienced such blows many times, and his face had already become so greasy that he could not get into it. The kindly laughter of the eighth class was not at all concerned and twisted. The ass went on to warm up.

Yan Lingfeng has taken off the gauze, moved his slightly swollen left hand, and still has a little pain, so let's continue to sit on this bench!Just hide the strength of the eighth class.Seeing that the time was almost before the start of the game, the five people who were warming up on the court were called to the side and said: "Warcraft Cloud..."

"Cut, we are not fighting a war. What are you talking about art of war?" Fu Zijun interrupted Yan Lingfeng who was preparing for a long talk.

Yan Lingfeng reluctantly sent a hygienic eye and continued: "I watched the second and third class of high school yesterday. Their strength is not as vulnerable as everyone thought, especially the No. 3 Zhang Meng. He raised the speed. I suggest that Feiying focus most of his energy on defense today. As long as we can choke Zhang Meng to death, our game will be won by half."

Sun Feiying's gaze turned around on the people in Class 2 and 3 who were warming up on the other side of the field, and said with disdain: "Is that little dwarf?"

Yan Lingfeng nodded and said: "Zhang Meng has a faster breakthrough than the No. 1 in Class 5, and he has a hand shot. In addition to being shorter, the ball is in his hand and it is equivalent to passing to the terminal. Yesterday I barely saw him pass the ball in the game, and almost defeated the third and fourth class with one person's power."

"How are the others?" Zhao Senming asked.

Yan Lingfeng shook his head and said: "This is a typical one-man team, just like the current Lakers. As long as the opponent strangles Kobe, it will be difficult to win the game." (At this time, the Sharks have already swam east to the Heat. The Lakers have entered a three-year downturn)

"Don't insult my idol, Zhang Meng, right? See how I blocked you today!" Sun Feiying said viciously.

The referee blew his whistle to signal that the game would begin soon.

Although in 2004, the 76ers have become mediocre, but it may be because of their love of Iverson. The second and third class of high school chose the black 76ers as their shirt.

Sun Feiying calmly walked to Zhang Meng and stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, senior."

Zhang Meng sneered, ignoring Sun Feiying's extended palm, and said, "It's all for a top four spot, don't engage in these top hats. Wait for me to blow it up."

Sun Feiying's narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said coldly, "Imish, right? Today I will tell you why Iverson will never be better than Kobe!" Ignoring this arrogant guy, he turned and walked away.

Zhang Meng rubbed his fists and said nothing.

The opponent No. 11 standing with Han Dengyun in the middle circle preparing to jump the ball is actually not short. The height of 1.85 meters is already unattainable in the eyes of ordinary people, but standing next to the tall and fat Han Dengyun looks very thin.

The basketball hasn't reached the highest point, on the 11th, he straightened his arms and jumped up. With the lessons of the previous game, how could Han Dengyun suffer the same loss again?With a loud shout, it was as if a thunderbolt broke out on a sunny day, and his thick body directly hit it, bounced No. 11 aside, and easily moved the basketball to his own half.

Zhao Senming took a step forward, controlled the ball in his own hands, waved his hand to signal everyone to attack and prepare for the first attack.

Although Zhang Meng, who is only about 1.75 meters tall, is the shortest among the players in the second and third classes of high school, the point guard is No. 5 who is 1.8 meters tall. Seeing Zhao Senming control the ball, No. 5. Pounced immediately.

"Naive." Zhao Senming snorted and pushed sideways to protect the ball. The opponent's No. 5 strength is obviously not Zhao Senming's opponent. Zhao Senming backed back again and again, and retreated from the opponent's half to the three-point line of his own half. Inside.

As the commander of the team, Zhao Senming did not think of singles opponents in the past, habitually hanging the ball inside, Han Dengyun caught the basketball, the opponent is obviously more afraid of this big man who is 1.95 meters tall, immediately on the 7th Fu Zijun, who let go beyond the three-point line, ran over to assist the No. 11 defense.

Han Dengyun held the ball without understanding and said to No. 7: "Did you not find that you missed someone?"

No. 7 is on the left and No. 11 is on the right, and the two people hold Han Dengyun tightly.No. 7 sneered: "You can pass it to No. 9 if you have the ability. It would be weird if he can score from beyond the three-point line."

Han Dengyun nodded and said, "You are so smart."

Before he finished his words, Han Dengyun suddenly jumped up and threw the ball to the basket with a small hook on the heads of the two.Fu Zijun jumped and yelled: "Silly big, are you blind? I've been empty for a long time."

After hearing the clear sound of basketball wiping the net, Han Dengyun swayed his big ass and ran to the backcourt, ignoring Fu Zijun's roar.

No. 11 and No. 13 stared at each other. They didn't expect that this cumbersome big man would have such agility.

Those who have insiders have the world, this is the eternal truth on the basketball court. Looking at Han Dengyun's back, Zhang Meng seems to believe Sun Feiying a little bit.

"My little AI Zhang Meng is not so easy to deal with, I want to see if you can prevent me!" After a brief loss of consciousness, Zhang Meng quickly woke up and shouted: "What are you stupid doing while standing?" We're offensive!"

It seems that No. 5, who plays the position of the point guard, is only tasked with dribbling the ball through the half-court, and then handing the basketball to Zhang Meng to occupy half-court to wait for defense or stop the opponent's fast break.

As soon as Zhang Meng caught the ball, Sun Feiying posted it, and whispered: "If I didn't want to try your level, I could stop the pass just now."

Indeed, No. 5's intention to pass the ball is obvious, and the speed is not fast. No. 3 has no way to refute Sun Feiying's words, so he has to use actual actions to give an answer.

He quickly dribbled the ball under his hands to find room for breakthrough, but facing Sun Feiying's almost impeccable defense, Zhang Meng had to choose to force a shot when the offensive time was about to end. Sun Feiying, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled gently, Before the basketball left his fingers, his right hand was already swung out.

"Boom!"

"beep!"

The basketball was directly fanned out of the sideline by Sun Feiying, and the referee's whistle sounded immediately.

Sun Feiying smiled, Zhang Meng sneered.

"This hot pot tastes good, right?" Sun Feiying asked with a smile.

"You have already committed a foul!" Zhang Meng walked past Sun Feiying with a pale face, and walked to the free throw line.

"What?" Sun Feiying hurriedly turned to look at the referee's gestures.

"Foul? Where did I foul? Teacher, did you see clearly?" Sun Feiying spread out his hands and explained.

Yan Lingfeng shook his head helplessly, this teacher won't be the NBA watcher, right?Do you want to bully the rookie in the high school basketball game?Sun Feiying's cap was neat and clean, and he never touched Zhang Meng's body from any angle, as long as the referee was not blind.

Sun Feiying wanted to continue to argue, but was hugged by Zhao Senming, and said softly: "These old students and teachers are very familiar, and it doesn't matter if they are biased occasionally, isn't it just 2 points? What's the big deal."

Sun Feiying gritted his teeth and said angrily: "It's dark, it's too dark. Forget it, for the sake of victory, I can bear it."

After Zhang Meng made two free throws, he tied the score.

With the lesson learned from the last time, the opponent No. 5 stayed honestly in his own half when Zhao Senming dribbled, and was wise not to go up and make trouble.

Zhao Senming dribbled the ball easily after halftime. He played the same old tune again. It was still inside the ball. Han Dengyun caught the ball with a smile and turned around to make a shot. The two black figures immediately took off. Han Dengyun muttered: "Assists are also data. It's cheaper, you skinny monkey once!"

The basketball flew straight to the left baseline. In that position, Fu Zijun was planning to sit down and rest for a while. Unexpectedly, Han Dengyun passed the ball over. One accidentally failed to catch the ball. The basketball hit his chest heavily and almost hit him. Out of the sideline.

"Damn! Can you die if you use less force?" Fu Zijun still had time to rub his sore chest. No. 7 had already determined that Fu Zijun would not be able to shoot. His supervisor thought that the reason why Han Dengyun passed the ball was because Fear of your own cover.

He adjusted his shooting posture patiently, and then lowered his head to confirm whether he was outside the three-point line, Fu Zijun's mouth was filled with a sunny smile, and Qing Shu shot the ball with his arms.

There is no need to see if the ball will score. The moment Fu Zijun made the shot, he was sure that the ball would definitely be scored. He raised his right hand and walked towards his half.

"brush!"

Without hesitation, the basketball fell straight into the box.

No. 7 and No. 11 looked at each other again. The two of them looked at each other like a pair of lovers in the previous life, staring blankly at each other and staring at each other speechlessly. This freshman class is too difficult to deal with, right?Everyone can shoot, or at such a long distance, is this still a student of Shuiyun No.

Yan Lingfeng sat on the sidelines and scratched his head and watched his teammates galloping horizontally and horizontally on the court. It was a lie to say that he was not in a hurry, especially when he encountered such an arrogant and pitiful class. It's a bit awkward.

Zhang Meng's face has changed like a piece of black coal. He never dreamed that everyone in his opponent could easily penetrate his own defense. How can he play this game?Now the key to victory in the second and third class of high school is focused on himself. If he can continue to score or cause fouls on the opponent, then there is still a fight in this game. If his offense is frozen like the previous one. If so, the second and third class of high school can now disarm.

No. 5 passes the ball without any vigilance. He has become accustomed to this way of passing, dribbling to the top of the arc, and then directly obliquely passed to Zhang Meng outside the right three-point line. It has been smooth and the opponent's indulgence is also given He left a fatal habit, Sun Feiying decided to teach him a lesson this time, let him understand that passing is not such a simple matter.Sun Feiying has already started the basketball before he leaves the number 5 finger.

When the ball was slowly drifting towards Zhang Meng in mid-air, a yellow shadow like lightning intercepted its whereabouts, and No.5 hurriedly turned his head, a huge "8" gradually disappeared in his line of sight...