Chapter 40

The game has finally arrived.

The whole school was closed on Tuesday, and the playground was full of people. The machines, equipment, tables and chairs had been arranged since the morning. There were only four or five professional referees invited from outside. Lively and nervous also followed.

I heard that the school was preparing for it last night. Every year, the basketball game is full of enthusiasm. There are too many people playing basketball in the south of the city. Basic strength is not a condition for selection. Standing out among hundreds of people, this is a great challenge for every player who participates.

The home court is in use. The players can only prepare on the sub-field. Dozens of teams don’t have to compete with each other, and they don’t have to compete with each other. They only have one fixed opponent. Entering the top 20, top ten, finals, etc., there are already many teams, and a complete game is enough time-consuming.

They just need to beat their opponents, and the rest is left to the leaders of the basketball team, coaches, captains, vice-teams, and even assistants, who have experienced big and small games. Potential player.

Each group is preparing for the game, practicing shooting, and looking for touch.

Cheng Yan squatted on the edge of the venue, holding the phone, staring at the phone interface with all his attention.

"This is not your phone." Zhao Yibai came to him, they were the blue team, and their uniforms were bright.

"Song Yu's." Cheng Yan replied, still looking at the phone, this sound seemed perfunctory.

Zhao Yibai came over and saw the content inside, it was Song Yu's game.

Song Yu has a lot of basketball videos on the Internet, from any angle, the full version, taken by others, blurry, but it is vaguely recognizable as Song Yu himself.

Zhao Yibai didn't say a word and watched with Cheng Yan. He had an opinion on Song Yu, but no one in the entire city would dare to have an opinion on Song Yu's skills.

"The result is out," Qu Tao came from a distance, holding a small note in his hand. As the captain, he went to draw lots. "No. 6, that's right, class three and two."

"High school senior?!" Zhao Yibai frowned.

"Yeah." Qu Taoliang showed them the class name on the note, and the opponent was decided by lottery, and it had to be the last time before the game to ensure its fairness and to prevent some unclean strategies from knowing the opponent in advance. , or some private deal, handicap, etc.

"Are we fighting with this two-character? Why do we always meet the second?" Zhang Zihao walked over, "Also, they are about to graduate from high school, and they are still participating in the audition?"

"I want to be on the school team," Zhao Yibai said, "It's going to be difficult."

Zhang Zihao asked, "I don't know this class, is it amazing?"

"Ding Pu, do you know? He was nominated and praised last year, and he almost joined the school team." Qu Tao has some information, others may not remember it very well. They are still familiar with Ding Pu and have been encouraged by Song Yu. video.

Zhang Zihao said melancholy, "Damn it, how can this be done..."

They all looked at Cheng Yan in unison. This game was to accompany him. They knew their own strength. They entered the ancestral grave and smoked green smoke. If they couldn't enter, they could accept it, but could Cheng Yan? He has done so much preparation for this competition, he has put in so much effort, and he knows how determined he is, if he fails...

Cheng Yan felt the sight from all directions, he turned off the phone, stood up and said, "You can do whatever you want, I almost went in."

"He has been praised by Song Yu, which shows that his strength is second only to the basketball team." Zhang Zihao said.

"So..." Cheng Yan spread out his hands, "Can you defeat the enemy without fighting?"

silence.

They all want to join the school team. Since Ding Pu has participated again, it shows that his goal is still very firm.

"Isn't it possible? Then fight well, and the rest is up to fate."

"Aren't you nervous?"

"It's useless to be nervous," Cheng Yan said, "let's go, it's about to start." He heard the sound of the test microphone, and there was a commotion from the main venue.

Zhao Yibai and the others looked at each other, all stood up, and followed Cheng Yan to the direction of the playground.

It's not that Cheng Yan is not nervous, he just doesn't want to put pressure on them. He knows that they are not determined to join the school team, including Zhao Yibai who also came to accompany him. Too much pressure will lead to a lot of mistakes, and sometimes the easier it is, the better the results will be.

This is his previous experience playing with other classes. When he feels good, most of them are not too nervous.

But the competition is imminent, can he have no pressure?

Cheng Yan stood on the sidelines and looked at the well-equipped machines. The referees were already in place. Many teachers had already arrived, and the players who were preparing had all returned to the arena. There were more than ten minutes before the start of the game.

The crowd suddenly became restless, and Cheng Yan heard the muttering, which contained Song Yu's name. He followed the eyes of most of the people and looked at it. Several leaders of the school team were walking towards the seats that had been prepared.

Song Yu, who couldn't ignore the aura, stood inside.

"Wori, I'm so nervous..."

"Song Yu looks so serious."

"Han Cang is also scary, help, I wasn't so scared in the high school entrance examination."

Han Cang is the captain of the school team, sitting in the middle.

Song Yu didn't sit down, but stood at the table, looking down at something.

Cheng Yan retracted his gaze and exhaled.

At this time, the captain Han Cang also stood up, held the microphone and said "hello" twice. After the test, he said to the competition team standing on the sidelines: "The teams who have drawn 1 to 10 stand up."

The number Qu Tao drew was 6, and among them, ten teams stepped into the middle of the arena.

"There is no pattern, whichever number is called will come up directly, starting with the 6th."

Cheng Yan and others raised their heads one after another, never expecting that they would be the first team to play.

Even Song Yu was a little surprised. He raised his head and looked at one of the people in the crowd.

The school team's games never play cards according to the routine, which catches many people off guard. You must be prepared to appear at all times, but even if they are mentally prepared, they are still surprised by the result.

Except for the No. 6 team, the other players breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to do the opening game. Plenty of attention, too much attention, any details will be magnified, and expectations will be lowered, because no matter how well you perform, the wonderful performance of the team that played later will erase the memory points you brought. And at the back, because of exhaustion, reduced attention, and too wonderful performance in front, your highlight performance will become unworthy of mention.

A compromise is better.

Qu Tao and the others thought that No. 6 would have to go to the back row anyway. Someone in front of them started, and they pressed back again.

"Get to know each other," Han Cang said, "then go down and prepare, it will officially start in ten minutes."

The school team didn't even prepare for the cheerleading team. They just went straight to the school. The rules of the school team have always been simple and rude, but no one has any objection. They are indeed strong and unique. Any one's skills can bloody abuse other people, but this year there are The cheerleaders were arranged by the school leaders. The teachers felt that the direct competition was too "dry". This competition was still a big competition, and it attracted a lot of attention.

So the players stepped down, and the cheerleaders warmed up first. They were all young and beautiful female classmates. They also put in time and energy for the game, which can be seen from the uniform dance steps.

Everyone present was very happy and applauded, only the two teams that were about to debut applauded absently, with serious expressions on their faces.

The machine that recorded the whole game in real time was activated when Han Cang delivered his speech. It recorded the beautiful figures of the cheerleaders, as well as the cheers of the crowd and the nervousness of the players.

"I've never participated in such a big game," Zhang Zihao folded his arms and tiptoed back and forth, "If only there were no cameras, this thing scares people to death."

"Cheng Yan, water." Shen Yun was standing on the sidelines, with several girls in their class beside her, all shouting to cheer.

Cheng Yan shook his head: "No need now, thank you."

Shen Yun stared at his pupils, "What's wrong? Are you nervous? Relax and squeeze his shoulders for Yibai!"

Zhao Yibai's face darkened: "Can you squeeze my shoulders for me?"

Shen Yun held up the water bottle: "I'll squeeze it for you when you're done."

Zhao Yibai squeezed Cheng Yan's shoulder unwillingly, Cheng Yan let him die, Zhao Yibai's hand was so bad that he almost crushed his bones.

Li Xiaoxiao was not idle over there, he said to Cheng Yan, come on, Zhang Zihao wanted it, Li Xiaoxiao was good at talking, and also said a few words to him, Zhang Zihao's state changed immediately, and he was confident.

The power of love is so great.

Ten minutes later, a whistle sounded in the middle of the arena. The referee waved to the players to enter the arena. The two teams walked towards the camera and were surrounded by crowds. The atmosphere of the competition was heightened.

"come on!"

"Come on Dump!"

"Come on, class two!"

"Come on, Master Tao! Class 3 is the best!"

This shout, don't know if it was a sports meeting. The referee asked if the two sides were ready. Several people nodded and came to the moment to decide the ball.

They use the most basic method of fighting the ball. The referee holds the ball, and each side sends one person to grab the ball. The referee throws the ball high, and the two sides jump over the ball. Which side the ball belongs to is the success of grabbing the ball. .

Qu Tao's school is Cheng Yan. This kind of work must be done by Cheng Yan. Cheng Yan is tall and his bouncing ability is his strong point.

The other party sent a person of medium height, not as tall as Cheng Yan, so he should have good jumping ability or quick reaction.

The two came to the referee's left and right sides and prepared for the position.

The referee put the whistle on his lips and looked at both sides: "ready?"

The two nodded.

Then a whistle sounded!

Cheng Yan reacted quickly and made corresponding actions immediately. The opponent was not weak. When the high-throw basketball landed in a suitable position, the sound of a slap shot instantly determined the ownership of the ball.

"Nice!" Zhang Zihao clenched his fist fiercely.

"My Cheng Niu!" Shen Yun did not restrain herself at all, exclaiming from the sidelines.

The ball was snatched by Cheng Yan and did not land, but landed firmly in Cheng Yan's hand.

"Forget it, forget it." The opposing player waved to the player who didn't grab it and reassured him, "It's okay."

The game begins.

Qu Tao held the ball, and the five opponents immediately intercepted.

The one who came to defend Qu Tao was tall and full of oppression. Qu Tao tried left and right, but the opponent was very responsive and could not break through at all. Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at Zhang Zihao's position, Qu Tao passed the ball out, and the chaotic figure immediately ran.

Zhang Zihao ran a few steps and encountered an obstacle. The opponent's defense was tight and the inside line could not be played. Zhang Zihao resolutely gave up and passed the ball to Cheng Yan not far away. Cheng Yan was about to catch the ball. After leaving the ball, Cheng Yan turned around. It was Ding Pu, who almost entered the school team.

"Back to defense!" Zhao Yibai shouted.

The situation on the field changed instantly. Ding Pu held the ball and went straight to the opponent's basket. Qu Tao and others returned to the defense, but they still did not stop it. The opponent was aggressive and did not pass the ball. thrown out.

A three-pointer at the start?

The audience was nervous, Cheng Yan and others were even more nervous, all staring at the basket, but like a miracle, the opening three-pointer smashed into the basket steadily and impartially.

"Wow!"

"Awesome!"

This three-pointer directly blew up the arena, and the teachers nodded in approval. Han Cang, who was in the position, and the members of several school teams also became more energetic.

Song Yu didn't show any expression, there was no wave on his face, and he quietly stared at the arena.

In less than a minute, the scoreboard was already 3:0.

Zhang Teng frowned and said, "I don't have a chance at all."

"It's not your problem, his technique is too heaven-defying." Zhao Yibai looked solemn.

Zhang Zihao didn't want to say anything, the cheers from the sidelines had already been expressed for him.

"We have to focus on guarding him," Qu Tao said. "The position is tight, and the outside line can't be played. That Dump is too good. Let's try to play inside and don't lose the ball."

Zhao Yibai patted Cheng Yan on the shoulder and whispered that it was okay.

Cheng Yan was completely stunned just now. He lost the ball so fast that he couldn't believe it himself.

Staring closely at Ding Pu, Cheng Yan returned to his position. At the beginning of the second game, he adjusted himself, became cautious, and was on guard for Ding Pu, who started the three-pointer.

After Dump scored, the morale was boosted, the haze of the failure of the scrimmage disappeared, and a three-pointer established their confidence.

After the whistle blew, Ding Pu passed the ball to Gu Long. He read out the eyes of the other side who were looking at him. After Gu Long got the ball, he immediately went down. Two figures surrounded Zhang Zihao and Zhang Teng. Gu Long couldn't take this. The ball was passed to another person, so the passive Cheng Yan immediately ran to the ball holder.

It was the two of them, who were competing with Cheng Yan for the ball. The two of them seemed to be having a holiday. The boy glanced at Cheng Yan, his eyes were cold, and he threw the ball out again.

There was no defense at the basket, and when everyone returned to the basket immediately, the opposing team player had already made a layup.

2 minutes.

The anxious atmosphere was briefly relieved by the goal.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Zihao came over and looked at Liao Yang, "Aren't you supposed to be in the basket?"

Liao Yang said helplessly: "I'm in the basket, he's rushing too fast, I can't stop it, if I try to stop it, it's probably a foul, why? Send them 2+1?"

2+1 means that the opponent succeeds in a layup, which is 2 points, and at the same time gets a free throw opportunity. If the free throw is successful, it is three points.

"Then you have to stop it too, his layup is too smooth..."

"Stop talking," Cheng Yan interrupted Zhang Zihao, "Go back to your place."

The opponent's start is too smooth, which is their advantage, and what they can do as opponents is to try their best to block and block this advantage, and they are already at a disadvantage.

Compared to winning or losing, Cheng Yan hated teammates quarreling more.

Lost points will not come back because of quarrels, but morale will be lowered due to quarrels, and more importantly, it will affect the mentality, resulting in a lot of abnormal performance.

Ding Pu's team was in joy and was in a light state. Gu Long urged: "Lao Jia, you will pass the ball directly to Brother Pu. Brother Pu will make three points if he has a chance. If there is no chance, look at my position."

Lao Jia nodded, raised his hand, and gestured a number, "Let's hit 2!"

When Cheng Yan heard their voices, he didn't control the decibel at first. When he shouted, he had an ominous premonition. He knew it was a tactic, but he didn't know which one it was.

"Pay attention, they have tactics." Cheng Yan whispered, and the faces of several people became serious.

After the whistle blew, Lao Jia held the ball and passed it to Ding Pu as promised. Once Ding Pu touched the ball, it made people nervous. The audience waited for him to perform miracles, and the opponent was afraid of his extraordinary performance.

Cheng Yan looked left and right, there were people on the right side of Ding Pu, and there were people on the left side, he suddenly understood something, and shouted: "Backboard!"

Everyone rushed to the basket immediately, Ding Pu passed the ball to the teammates on the right side, the teammates took a few positions, and then passed them to the people in front, with an obvious layup momentum, but when everyone was nervous about going to the basketball, they chased after them. When a player is under the basket, the person closest to the basket suddenly turns around and throws the ball back high!

Cheng Yan, Zhao Yibai and Qu Tao all looked back. The position was empty. Ding Pu, who was unguarded, received the ball smoothly. After a few steps to find the distance, it was another three-pointer!

"boom!"

Goal.

"Wow!!"

The bottom was completely blown up, and this tacit cooperation pushed the atmosphere to the hottest again. Some people jumped up from their seats excitedly, and some people stomped their feet and raised their hands, shouting Niu Cha.

Even the school team seats were lively, Han Cang smiled slightly, "This tactic is not bad, very clever."

The people next to him also agreed: "The opponent was caught off guard."

"It's really not easy to break, this position must have lost the ball." The scoreboard flipped, and the talking school team leader wrote down this wonderful moment.

"What do you think?" Han Cang turned to look at Song Yu, who was silent.

Song Yu stared solemnly at the middle of the arena, but did not respond, Han Cang turned back.

It was so hot off the field that Cheng Yan felt so frustrated. He was completely dumbfounded. It was he who guessed the wrong motive, and it was his mistake that caused the goal.

"They have tactics that are hard to fight," Zhang Teng whispered, "What should I do? It's very passive."

"Cheng Yan, why did you call for a rebound just now?" Liao Yang said, "I thought they were going to lay up, and Dingpu was not defended."

Cheng Yan said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

The atmosphere is too sluggish, the camera has been forgotten, no one can take care of their own image, everyone's face is very bad, their scoreboard has not been flipped, this is the most unsuccessful opening.

"Don't blame yourself, you haven't lost yet." Zhao Yibai said, pushing Cheng Yan, and several people returned to the middle.

Except for the beginning, they never touched the ball again, and the classmates in Class 3 looked worried. Shen Yun was even sadder than she was when she played. The old class was there, and the audience area of ​​Class 3 was dead silent.

Back in the middle of the arena, the opponent shouted again: "4!"

Another tactic.

This time Ding Pu was holding the ball and the whole court was on alert. Zhang Teng and Zhao Yibai were in similar positions. Qu Tao was in charge of intercepting Ding Pu. Ding Pu passed the ball quickly, and the pressure was placed on Cheng Yan, who was on the opposite side of the ball.

Cheng Yan Yuguang glanced at everyone's positions. The basket was very empty. He realized the loophole. At the same time, the opponent also caught the loophole. Every round will be affected by the result of the previous round. , then the loopholes will appear at the same time.

It's a layup.

Cheng Yan didn't shout this time. He didn't know if the opponent was repeating the same trick, and another fake pass to create a chance for a three-pointer. Cheng Yan chose to shut up, but the opponent passed the ball directly, and the player after catching the ball. Rush to the basket, jumped high from beyond the two-point line, Liao Yang failed to intercept the ball successfully, and also caused a free throw due to a mistake in blocking the ball.

The referee's whistle blew.

"It's done!" The opponent gave a high-five, and this tactic was successfully implemented again. He came to the free throw line, played stably and contributed one more point to the team.

The scoreboard has come to 11.

This time it was a real layup.

Because the frequency of winning is too high, the cheers of the audience are not turbulent enough. Everyone has realized the fact in a short period of time that these are two teams with greatly different levels.

It's like an old and hot player, dealing with a new rookie, he can abuse as much as he wants.

"It's too weak."

"Ding Pu is amazing, the tactics are so beautiful, you don't have to look at it, the opponent just surrenders."

"Anyway, it's a tryout, it's so big, it's not shameful to surrender hastily?"

"Aren't you ashamed now?"

Cheng Yan and the others didn't hear the discussions off the court, but he knew what they would say. The morale of their team as a whole was down, and they even lost their desire to win.

However, the opponent did not give them a chance to rest, and the next game started immediately, and they couldn't wait to end this unsuspenseful game.

"Master Tao, Cheng Yan, come on!"

Cheers from the second class students who had abused them, Gao Ming also stood on the sidelines watching, gave him a fist, and encouraged them.

As a member of the school team, Gao Ming has also led the team to brutally abuse three classes, but Cheng Yan and the others have never had their heads shaved.

After the start, Cheng Yan defended Ding Pu.

Ding Pu did not pass the ball out immediately, but dribbled the ball himself and looked at Cheng Yan who was nervous in front of him.

"You can see that we want to make a layup. It's not easy," Dimp said. "It's a pity that your cooperation is not enough."

Cheng Yan suddenly listened to him. He was a little surprised. He didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He didn't know what Ding Pu wanted to do. He stared at the ball in Ding Pu's hand.

"This time, we are also playing No. 4 tactic." Ding Pu said directly, the purpose was not pure, Cheng Yan could not tell the truth from his lies, and could only use his mind on defense.

"Do you believe it or not?" Ding Pu asked, "If I say it straight, you can't stop it."

When the words fell, Ding Pu passed the ball out, and the false pass No. 3 tactic was staged again. The players ran around, but the opponent's ball was fierce and could not steal at all.

Another 2 points.

In the next quarter, Ding Pu held the ball and repeated Tactic No. 3. He missed a three-pointer and fell under the rebound, but Gu Long succeeded in making up the ball.

The red side's scoreboard kept flipping.

"Guess which one we will play in this game?" Before the start, Ding Pu asked Cheng Yan in front of him.

Cheng Yan did not respond.

Ding Pu said: "I won't tell you this time. It doesn't matter if you guess or not, you can't stop it anyway."

Cheng Yan clenched his fists. He had formed a habit of being beaten, and even felt powerless to counterattack.

Is this the difference between training and practice?

He was powerless to fight back.

"You are indeed amazing." Cheng Yan said.

"Huh? Admit defeat?"

Cheng Yan shook his head, "We can lose, but if it's too easy for you to win, definitely not."

Back on the field, Ding Pu exerted his strength again and played a tactic that he had never used before. This time, there was a little accident. The ball was intercepted by Zhao Yibai. During the fast pass, Zhang Teng was in the low morale. The layup was successful.

The third class was finally a little more active.

Ding Pu smiled at Cheng Yan.

"Miss." Ding Pu said: "It's only two points, don't be complacent."

How could Cheng Yan be proud? The morale has picked up a little, but it is not a big boost. The score is still far behind. This goal just changed the passive situation.

However, in the next game, Dump was completely serious, two three-pointers pulled the score to a new height again, and the confidence that the opponent had just regained disappeared.

When everyone was stunned and completely surrendered to Ding Pu's skills, Ding Pu walked over to Cheng Yan, who was stunned, stretched out his hand to rub his head, and said casually, "I have to practice."

Cheng Yan clenched his fists tightly, not knowing what to say, he was powerless to change the situation.

In the school team position, Han Cang shook his head.

The assistant next to him and the coach talked in a low voice, and the wonderful moment was recorded, and Han Cang's note had Ding Pu's name on it.

"It's getting more and more powerful." Han Cang turned his head and looked at Song Yu: "As expected of the person you liked back then."

Song Yu's eyes were deep, his eyes were sharp, and he was pinned to a person, and his voice was low: "Who is the number 7 in the red side."

It's not like a question sentence, because the tone is too fierce.

"He's just Ding Pu, have you forgotten?" Han Cang said, "I almost came in last year. You said he has potential, but he can. Several tactics are very beautiful, and his three-pointers are also very accurate."

Song Yu's eyes darkened, his face still serious, and he said without emotion: "Then come in."

He finally wrote down something on the blank piece of paper, and it was a "D" character written vigorously.

Han Cang said, "Have you passed this test? Exactly, I think he can really be cultivated, not bad."

"It's not bad, a good player at being a target."

Han Cang looked up at him, didn't quite understand, and stared blankly.

Song Yu threw the pen on the table. After the first half of the game, he picked up a bottle of water and left his position at halftime.