Chapter 11 Reasons for Playing Basketball

"We went to practice. Are you going or not? One-armed hero?"

Looking at Fu Zijun with a joking expression, and then looking at his left hand wrapped in thick gauze, Yan Lingfeng gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Go, why don't you go!"

Five people talked and laughed in front, and Yan Lingfeng followed him with tears in his face. Now his heart is full of regret. At the beginning, he was blind. What did he do to dunk? After playing for less than 2 minutes, the team has reached the last 16.

"Yesterday's game was really cool. Tian Hui gave me 38 points! Haha, a shocking and crying score, the country is so beautiful that it attracts countless beautiful girls to bend their waists!" Sun Feiying laughed presumptuously.

In yesterday's game, Sun Feiying drew the king as he wished. In the face of the first round of empty and poor strength, Sun Feiying showed great power and almost blew up the opponent's defense line by his own strength. Yan Lingfeng was eager to try it off the court. Fu Zijun couldn't wait to draw the lot he drew yesterday with Sun Feiying. In another way, Liu Zhiwei stood on the sidelines with a smile...

Han Dengyun looked dissatisfiedly at Sun Feiying and muttered, "When Saturday's game meets Class 5 of senior high school, none of you should fight with me. I have to lay down that Wang Qun on the basketball court."

Fu Zijun muttered, "Should we cancel the lottery system? How good it is for everyone to play freely. Sun Feiying immediately agreed, Zhao Senming sneered and said no, and the two immediately said that they were pure jokes.

As soon as he arrived at the playground, Fu Zijun, who was sharp-eyed, saw the familiar figure in the stands at a glance. He immediately threw down five people and ran there. Han Dengyun shouted, "Why are you going? We still have to practice tactics!" Fu Zijun didn't look back and left a sentence: "Anyway, the main attack point of the next game is you. It doesn't matter whether I practice or not. Don't delay my lifelong event!"

"Damn!" Han Dengyun cursed and asked, "What should we do?"

Sun Feiying glanced at Yan Lingfeng, who was standing on the side of the field with a high battle-free card in his left hand, and thought for a moment, "What else is there to practice with you as the main attack point? Let's pull it away, and then Senming passes the ball to you and watch you squeeze in with your buttocks. Please don't make such a simple thing so grand. Shall we play 2 against 2?

Yan Lingfeng sat on the side of the court and watched four people grabbing around a basketball. He raised the basketball beside him and said, "There is another one here. Don't grab it so fiercely! Everyone has it!"

None of the four people who devoted themselves to the game could look back at the lonely man. Yan Lingfeng slapped the ground twice with the ball in his right hand and muttered, "One person's basketball is lonely with two hands. It's also idle, and it's good to practice his right hand!"

Standing up and slapped the basketball with his right hand. Yan Lingfeng has always been a very persistent person. He knows what he will continue to do. Although he can only barely slap the ball to maintain the basketball from his control, this feeling reminds him of when he first came into contact with basketball. Story.

Yan Lingfeng's mother used to be a member of the Shuiyun basketball team. Although she did not achieve much, she gave Yan Lingfeng a good sports talent. When he was a child, Yan Lingfeng was very short. In elementary school, there were 15 boys in the class. He stood in line for 14th, and the fifteenth was a two-level jump. Smart child.

When I was in primary school, the football storm in French summer swept through every corner of China, and the town where Yan Lingfeng was located was not spared. It was also a coincidence. At that time, there was an article about a football player in the primary school text, so every child, including Yan Lingfeng They are crazy about playing football.

There is no football field in the town, not even a large open space. The playground of the school where Yan Lingfeng is studying is almost 100 meters away, and the next basketball court is right in the middle. At that time, famous stars such as Ronaldo, Owen, Borgkamp, including the left-footed Suk, who could play the violin, were all forwards. Children's defenders were too lazy to play, let alone put themselves in front of the goal to guard the goal. This basketball court happened to be a unique small football field, with two railings supporting an old-fashioned basketball with a rebound. The frame was used as a goal, and a group of children ran wildly here after school every day. They scored the goal and cheered. They were so depressed that they came home and couldn't eat well.

One day, a tall man in the village who was studying in a municipal sports school was at home on vacation. For a moment, he came to the basketball court, which had been occupied by primary school students for a long time.

Although Yan Lingfeng is not tall, he has been a monitor for several years because of his good academic performance and has a certain prestige among the children. He stepped forward domineeringly and said to this tall man, "I'm sorry, you're late. Come back tomorrow before we leave school!"

Yan Lingfeng, like a little adult, amused the tall man and waited for his cunning eyes to ask Yan Lingfeng, "Do you want to grow taller?"

The height problem troubled Yan Lingfeng's entire primary school career. Hearing this, he immediately nodded and replied, "Of course, they will listen to me more when I grow taller, and I can shoot with a header like Zidane when I grow up."

The tall one threw the basketball in his hand to Yan Lingfeng and said, "Am I tall? If you want to grow tall, you can't play football. You must play more basketball. Look at me, I used to be as short as you. I can grow so tall because I play basketball.

"Really?" Yan Lingfeng asked doubtfully.

The tall man immediately nodded and said, "Really, what did a man of my age lie to you as a child?"

Yan Lingfeng held the ball and kicked the students away and shouted arrogantly, "If you want to play football, find another place to play. In the future, you can only play basketball here!"

When Yan Lingfeng was a child, he was the most trusted monitor of the head teacher. Sometimes he made a small report, which was more useful than being caught by the head teacher for violating discipline. Think about it, the children in elementary school were most afraid of the head teacher. Who dared not listen to Yan Lingfeng's words?

That afternoon, the tall man carefully taught Yan Lingfeng to play basketball, including dribbling and shooting posture. This tall man was a born left-handed man. He used his left hand to eat and write, and played basketball was no exception, but Yan Lingfeng was not. His left hand to play basketball was completely influenced by the tall man, and later formed a habit. I'm used to it, so I'm too lazy to correct it. Anyway, the left-hand shot is as accurate, and it's difficult to defend when breaking through. When I see the defender watching Yan Lingfeng break through from his right with a stunned face, Yan Lingfeng often thanked the tall man for his misinformation.

Yan Lingfeng dribbled the ball strangely with his right hand, but he didn't realize that the basketball had become more and more obedient under the command of his right hand. Until Sun Feiying's four people came to him with sweat and woke him up. Yan Lingfeng still habitually patted the ball and asked, "Is it over?"

Sun Feiying nodded lazily and said, "I'm sweating. I'll take a hot bath and sleep comfortably. Such a life is so beautiful!

"Beautiful you!" Han Dengyun ruthlessly attacked and said, "The pig demon just allowed us to come out and play in this self-study class, but he didn't say that we were not allowed to go to self-study late?"

"Can't I sleep in the classroom?" Sun Feiying disdained.

"I called Zijun and went back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes to eat." Zhao Senming said.

"He won't go back with us if you call him. He is chatting with the beautiful woman. Let's go first." Yan Lingfeng threw the ball to Sun Feiying and said.

"Alas, by the way, how is the development of Sen Ming and that Qin Xuedan?" Sun Feiying asked curiously.

Zhao Senming stared at him, didn't say anything, and left the basketball court first.

In the first class the next morning, the pig demon walked into the classroom with a pile of test papers. He felt a little inexplicably look at the last row and walked to the podium and said, "Yesterday, the results of our first English mock test came out. Generally speaking, I am quite satisfied with everyone's results. I will first ten of this exam class. The famous paper was sent down, and the classmate who read the name came up to get the test paper, 98 points for fragrant purple smoke!"

Yan Lingfeng is holding a book of Slam Dunk and watching it with relish. Carter's dunk really has nothing to say. There is a sense of elegance in the domineering, especially this leaping Weis dunk, which is really worthy of being UFO!

"Liu Zhuofan 96 points!"

Maddie is also good. He is my favorite star. In fact, what they don't know is that I chose No. 11 to hope to be the next McGrady. Unfortunately, he and his cousin participated in a dunk contest. God gave him an elegant and unrestrained shot, and he will no longer give him such a perfect dunk. He Shengliang! Yan Lingfeng whispered to himself.

"Yan Lingfeng, 96 points!"

"Gha? What?" Yan Lingfeng seems to have heard his own voice. How can it be? Although I have more than 10 years of experience, I have forgotten what I learned in high school. I must have heard it wrong. Yan Lingfeng shook his head slightly and continued to bury himself in Slam Dunk.

"Yan Lingfeng!"

I heard it right now. I really called my name! Yan Lingfeng looked straight at the smiling pig demon on the podium, mechanically left his seat, took the paper, and looked at the bright red score. Yan Lingfeng first looked at the name. It was indeed his own. The pig demon was right, but how could it be possible?

In fact, this is also normal. It is said that he is familiar with 300 Tang poems and can recite poems. Yan Lingfeng has been immersed in English teaching in high school and college for seven years. Although he has not studied seriously, he also recited words crazily in CET-4 and CET-6. English in the first year of high school is relatively simple, so he took the exam like this. The score is not surprising.

"I'm going to, okay, brother, I won't miss it!" Fu Zijun whispered with a thumb.

"I'm confused, I'm just stepping on shit." Yan Lingfeng sweated in a waterfall, and he didn't know what was going on.

Pang Gongliang in the front row turned around and looked at Yan Lingfeng with a very strange look and whispered, "Hey, you don't usually work hard? Why did you do so well in the exam? There is a desire and jealousy in the tone of inquiry.

"I don't know, it's confusing, I didn't expect it at all." Yan Lingfeng looked at the test paper and couldn't believe it.

"We are all classmates, and the friendship is good, right? Do you have any good learning methods to reveal it? Pang Gongliang asked unquestioningly.

"What methods can I learn? I don't learn how to do it. I don't have to hide it. Yan Lingfeng shook his head and said in a slightly angry tone.

"It's because you haven't studied so well that you can still take the exam so well. There must be a reason. Think about it." Pang Gongliang tried to guide Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng is still laughing, but it's worse than crying. "How can you believe it? By the way, Liu Zhufan's score is higher than mine. You can ask him!"

"Cut, he is naturally smart and willing to work hard. Can I compare with him? If you don't say it, don't say it. There are so many excuses. Leaving such a sentence, Pang Gongliang turned his head angrily.

"Damn it, who is it? Do you think you are smarter than me or something? Yan Lingfeng muttered in his heart, hesitated or didn't say it. We are already 26 years old mature young people. What do we care about with this little child?

A confused class passed. Yan Lingfeng put the paper aside. A "Slam Dunk" accompanied him through a class. Seeing the pig demon walking out of the classroom, Yan Lingfeng reluctantly closed the book. The next class is a more boring physics class, but he can't finish it all at once, otherwise he can only count the stars and think about the sun in the next class. !

"Hey, Ling Feng, now the only five of us don't have a girlfriend. Why don't you want to develop one?" Han Dengyun's huge body lay on Yan Lingfeng's shoulder and whispered.

"Do you have it?" Yan Lingfeng attacked ruthlessly.

"That's a must. I'm only one last step away from chasing Ziyan, hehe." Han Dengyun said foolishly.

"Cut, I don't know you yet. What are you bragging about? Just like you, it will take at least a month of hard work to see something. Yan Lingfeng was familiar with Han Dengyun's difficult marathon journey in pursuit of fragrant purple smoke when he was in high school. Although the two finally got together, only Han Dengyun in his previous life knew the joys and sorrows.

"Then I'm better than you. At least I have a goal. Do you have any? How about it? Who do you like? Can I help you?" Han Dengyun in this life obviously doesn't know the hard journey he is going to face, and he is still in the mood to help others talk about the matchmaking.

Yan Lingfeng thought of something and shook his head faintly and said, "I won't let her pass by me anymore. During the winter vacation or the National Day holiday, I must find her to tell her a 10-year-long lie!"

"Who do you mean? 10 years? Oh, my God, Ling Feng, you are so bad. It turns out that what was played on TV is true. The children in kindergarten have begun to talk about marriage. It's not that I'm too pure, but that the world is too messy!" Han Dengyun looked at Yan Lingfeng with a serious expression and shouted exaggeratedly.

Yan Lingfeng shook his head slightly. Who would believe the love across the world?

Soon, a week passed, and the Shuiyun No.1 Middle School basketball game officially entered the ** stage.

Class 8 of senior high school VS Class 5 of senior high school, two freshmen compete for a top eight seat. Is it Han Dengyun who split up his opponent? Or is it Wang Qun's bloody revenge? Yan Lingfeng still sat on the sidelines and took his place on time in the comment table, opened his voice and made bold pre-match predictions.

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