Rebirth of Basketball Boy

Time passed by every minute, but the difference between the two sides has not been narrowed.Wu Fengtao can't be said to be hard work, he tried his best every time he attacked, and also maintained a high hit rate.He didn't spare the slightest effort on the defensive end, and the people he defended would always be at a loss for what to do.But even so, he still can't turn things around on his own. He is a basketball prince, and the prince is also a man, not a god, so he can't do what only a god can do.

The last time he attacked, the ball was in Wu Fengtao's hands and the score was 70:61.There were only less than 20 seconds left in the game, but he still did not give up. He drove the ball directly across the half court, then jumped high under the defense of Fu Zijun and Xiang Qingyun, aiming in the direction of the basket. The basketball in his hand was thrown out.

The game started at nine o'clock, and it has been nearly 3 hours.The sun was high above the clouds, watching all sentient beings, and looking at this desperate basketball, it seemed that he couldn't bear it. He sighed softly and blew the basketball into the basket.

Wu Fengtao fell to the ground and saw the basketball hitting the frame from a distance. He forgot to jump high in pain, waving his fists and shouting; "We still have hope! Everyone should cheer up and try not to let go. They send the ball!"

Wu Fengtao did not give up, but his teammates had forgotten the victory. There were only less than 20 seconds left in the game, but they were still 6 points behind. In their eyes, this was an insurmountable gap.They also saw clearly just now that the reason why this basketball can get into the basket is more grateful for God's blessing. It has little to do with Wu Fengtao himself.They thought of a lot, but they didn't even think of the sentence, "Man renounces himself and God ignores", even if they give up on their own, can they still ask God for help?

Wu Fengtao waved his hands and stood in front of Fu Zijun who was serving the ball. Zhao Senming and Pang Gongliang were preparing to catch the ball one by one. Sun Zhenglei and Liu Yunfei squeezed beside them to prevent them from taking the ball calmly.

Fu Zijun kissed the basketball in his hand, then suddenly smiled at Wu Fengtao, took a step back, raised the ball with both hands over the top, and threw the ball hard.

Wu Fengtao was shocked. When he turned his head to look, he saw the basketball riding through the air, whizzing over his head and rushing through the half court. His other two teammates were standing at the center line with a face. I stared blankly at the fast-moving basketball and the Xiang Qingyun flying past them.

"My grass!" Wu Fengtao just glanced at it and saw everything clearly. It was not that his two teammates hadn't noticed, but had simply given up.

Wu Fengtao only felt that his eyes were dark, his knees were weak and he fell to his knees, tears flashed in the corners of his eyes, and his expression was sad and desperate. He muttered: "We lost, we lost..."

After Xiang Qingyun rushed through the half-court, he gently jumped up and took the ball into his arms. He didn't rush to attack the basket, but stood at the bottom of the basket and waited unhurriedly to dribble the ball. He was not waiting for the opposing player to rush. Came to defend, but waited for the moment when the final whistle sounded.

With Wu Fengtao's fall, the 31st Class of High School completely lost the hope of victory. Sun Zhenglei walked over calmly, squatted down to take Wu Fengtao's shoulders and said with a serious face: "We did not lose! You did not lose! Feng Tao, don't do this, as long as we try our best, there will be no regrets!"

"Squad leader, but we are already in the third year of high school, we have no chance..." Wu Fengtao threw himself into Sun Zhenglei's arms with a cry of tears. The hero was not without tears. Before he reached the broken heart, Wu Fengtao couldn't help it anymore. , Lying on Sun Zhenglei's shoulder and whimpered softly.

Sun Zhenglei's expression darkened. Wu Fengtao was right. They were already in their third year of high school. If they missed this time, they would miss it forever, and there would be no chance to recover. After all, not everyone can be like Yan Lingfeng. Reborn once.

"beep!"

A long whistle blew, and the referee made a gesture to end the game. This twists and turns of the final finally came to an end, and the final champion finally paid the surface, that is, the freshman class, high class 18, they rely on The tenacious fighting spirit, the indomitable spirit, and the spirit of unity, finally unexpectedly defeated the well-known basketball class in Shuiyun No. 1-Grade 31!

"The champion belongs to the eighth class! The victory belongs to the eighth class! The honor belongs to the eighth class! We are an invincible force, we are the victors who brave the wind and waves! Let us cheer for our heroes together!"

Xiang Ziyan stood on the chair again, turned around and yelled hoarsely at the students in Class One and Eighth.

"Even! We won!"

"Good job, I love you!"

"So handsome! You are heroes! You will always be the best!"

There was a cry from the heart, the eyes filled with excitement, and the hands were red. At this moment, everyone was crazy, even the one who pulled off the tie and headed forward and threw Fu Zijun into the air. Class teacher Zhu Yao.

On a certain day in November 2004, more than a month has passed since the basketball game, and the atmosphere of basketball has faded a lot.

In the evening, the sun was washing, pure and warm, on the empty basketball court, a lonely shadow stood under a basket, the setting sun stretched his shadow very long, lonely and lonely.

This is a boy wearing a dirty jersey, his hair is messy, his eyes are blank, his shoelaces are loosely tied, and he simply tied a knot, which seems to be loose from his feet at any time. Fall off.He is holding a basketball in his right hand, with blue veins protruding from the back of his hand, as if to squeeze the basketball.

This person is Yan Lingfeng who has just recovered and discharged from hospital.His hollow eyes were full of unwillingness and perplexity. What he puzzled was why his name was not included in the list of twelve people announced by the school team. His unwillingness was also because he couldn't make it into the list.

On the list are Han Dengyun, Fu Zijun, Sun Feiying, Zhao Senming, and Wu Fengtao, but Yan Lingfeng does not exist.His incomprehension was really incomprehensible, so he found the coach of the school team, who was also the referee of the finals, PE teacher Huang Cheng.

Huang Cheng's answer to him is very simple, only three words, that is-"You are hurt."

When Yan Lingfeng just wanted to plead, he saw Huang Cheng waved his hand impatiently, "Go back, don’t talk about it. Since I didn’t choose when I made the list, I still won’t choose you, no matter what you say. All results are the same."

Therefore, Yan Lingfeng said nothing, walked out of Huang Cheng's office in silence, and then came to his beloved basketball court in silence.

"why?"

Yan Lingfeng raised his head to ask the sky, but the sky didn't know.Bowed his head and asked the ground, the ground didn't know.

"Why on earth?"

Yan Lingfeng smashed the basketball in his hand towards the backboard. He didn't know the world, so he could only ask about this backboard.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the backboard made a painful wailing. It seemed to persuade Yan Lingfeng to accept his fate. No matter the past or the present, you are destined to miss the school team!

The basketball rolled all the way to the middle circle, Yan Lingfeng walked over with his head down, and took the basketball in his hand with a fingertip. He stared at the basket which was swaying slightly in the breeze with blood-red eyes, and suddenly shouted. Holding the ball in both hands, he threw it hard in the direction of the basket.

The basketball drew a wonderful arc in the air, and then fell helplessly at a distance of about one meter from the basket.

Yan Lingfeng grinned with chapped lips and walked over to pick up the ball. He stood on the free throw line, bent his legs slightly, held the ball with his right hand, and gently pushed with his left hand, spitting out a breath at the same time as the basketball Cast out.

After the basketball turned around the hoop, it fell helplessly to the ground again.

Yan Lingfeng walked over, picked up the ball, went back to the free throw line, and then continued to free throws.

"Two in zero, three in one... thirty-seven in ninety-eight, thirty-seven in ninety-nine, thirty-eight in one hundred!" Yan Lingfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, regardless of past life or current life, shooting has been They are his biggest shortcomings. He can hit the ball with one step beyond the three-point line, but more often he misses the ball from the open position, so he rarely chooses to shoot. If this shortboard is not strengthened If he is in the school team, I am afraid he will not do much.

Thinking of the school team, Yan Lingfeng thought of the final that day, the three non-sticks, the autobiographical self-smashing windmill dunk, the sinful black hand, and the crisp sound of brushing the net, and then pushed forward. , The bad news of Grandpa's death, the injury in the first game...

Yan Lingfeng screamed in agony while clutching his head, and screamed up to the sky. His tears were majestic, and his twisted face proved his inner pain at this moment.Suddenly, he stopped yelling, shook his head, and shook out all the severe remaining tears.

Since Huang Cheng's reason for rejecting him was "injury", Yan Lingfeng planned to completely hurt himself, so maybe his heart would not be as painful as it is now.And dunking is undoubtedly the best way to hurt yourself.

He hugged the ball and walked to the middle circle. After a loud roar, he ran in stride, but after a few steps, he tripped on the loose shoelaces and fell to the ground. Regardless, Yan Ling The wind got up and continued to rush out.A step inside the free throw line, he gritted his teeth and jumped up, dunking the ball with both hands.But obviously, his bounce and his stagnation were not enough for him to complete this dunk. At a distance of 20 centimeters from the basket, he couldn't hold on anymore, his chest was loosened and his body was lost. Lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

As the sunset was about to get off work, it seemed that he couldn't bear to see Yan Lingfeng continue to torture him, hiding in the clouds without seeing and worrying.The thick clouds were baked uncomfortably, tears could not stop streaming down...

Dou Da’s raindrops ruthlessly hit Yan Lingfeng, who was still lying on the concrete floor, and the rain dripped down his hair, fascinated his eyes, everything became blurred and not so. It's important.

In a moment, Yan Lingfeng's whole body was soaked, his shoes and socks were soaked in the water, but Yan Lingfeng ignored it, took a deep breath, got up again, and went to the basket again. Initiated a shock.Time and time again, Yan Lingfeng couldn't remember how many times he had failed, nor did he remember how many times he had fallen. He only knew that he hadn't been injured yet, and his injured heart had not healed yet.

He has no physical pain anymore, and numbness is his best relief now.The most painful things in the world happened one after another in just one month. He didn't want to face it but had to face it. Although he hasn't collapsed yet, his fate seems to have shut him down again. The door of the road.

Yan Lingfeng was unwilling to give up or give up, but he had no other choice.He likes basketball and the feeling of fighting side by side with his brothers, but all of this seems to have said goodbye to him. Basketball without brothers will only be lonely, and basketball without passion is just basketball.Yan Lingfeng knew that at least for the next three years, he could only torture himself in the sea of ​​books and questions. He could only watch Zhao Senming and others gallop in the stands, and then hide in a corner alone, sad... …

Finally, without knowing how many failures and falls, Yan Lingfeng finally slid the ball into the basket from the free-throw line.

"Success!"

Yan Lingfeng shouted hysterically: "I made it!"

However, he lost his mind when he was proud. His attention was focused on the rolling basketball on the ground, but he forgot that he was still hanging on the rim, his hands were loosened unconsciously, and then he fell off again.

"Ling Feng! Yan Lingfeng!"

Yan Lingfeng vaguely heard someone calling his name, he shook his head blankly, got up slowly, laughed at himself, and said, "I must have heard it wrong. Whose head is burning in such a heavy rain? Come out and find me if it's broken? My damn thing is now a lone star!"

"Yan Lingfeng!!"

The voice was very pleasant, and seemed to be a little familiar. Yan Lingfeng was sure that he had not heard it wrong this time, and quickly turned around. Under the merciless rainstorm, a girl was standing opposite him, without an umbrella. , And didn't wear a raincoat, like a lotus flower, it was like a lotus, and it might be overwhelmed and broken at any time in the wind and rain.