Chapter 33 The Girl Under the Rainstorm

Time has passed minute by minute, but the difference between the two sides has never narrowed. Wu Fengtao worked hard. He did his best in every attack and maintained a high hit rate. He did not spare any effort at the end of the defense, and the people he defended would always be at a loss. But even so, he still can't turn the world around on his own. He is the prince of basketball, and the prince is also a man, not a god, so he can't do what only God can do.

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

The game started at 9 o'clock, and it has been nearly 3 hours now. The sun hung high above the clouds, staring at all sentient beings, and looking at the basketball full of despair, as if he couldn't bear it. He sighed gently and blew the basketball into the basket.

Wu Fengtao fell to the ground and saw the basketball board entering the frame from afar. He forgot to jump high in pain and waved his fists and shouted, "We still have hope!" Everyone cheer up and try not to let them send the ball!"

Wu Fengtao did not give up, but his teammates have forgotten the victory. There are less than 20 seconds left in the game, but they are still 6 points behind. In their eyes, this is an insurmountable gap. They also saw clearly just now that the reason why this basketball got into the basket was more thanks to God's blessing. It has little to do with Wu Fengtao himself. They thought a lot, but they didn't think of such a sentence, "People abandon themselves, God ignores it." Even they gave up themselves. Can they still ask God for help?

Wu Fengtao waved his hands and stood in front of Fu Zijun, who served. Zhao Senming and Pang Gongliang were ready to catch the ball left and right. Sun Zhenglei and Liu Yunfei squeezed beside them to prevent them from catching the ball calmly.

Fu Zijun kissed the basketball in his hand, and then suddenly smiled at Wu Fengtao. He stepped back, raised the ball over the top with both hands, and tried to throw the ball out.

Wu Fengtao was shocked and hurriedly turned his head to look. When he saw the basketball break through the wind, roaring over his head and rushing through the half of the game. His other two teammates were standing on the middle line and looking blankly at the basketball moving forward and the fragrant blue clouds flying past them.

"I'm the grass!" Wu Fengtao just glanced at it and understood that his two teammates did not notice, but had given up at all.

Wu Fengtao only felt that his eyes were black, and his knees were weak and he knelt on the ground. Tears flashed in the corners of his eyes, and his expression was sad and desperate. He muttered, "We lost, we lost..."

After rushing through the half, Xiang Qingyun gently jumped up and took the ball into his arms. He was not in a hurry to attack the basket, but stood at the bottom of the basket and dribbled the ball slowly. He was not waiting for the opposing player to come to defend, but at the moment of waiting for the final whistle.

With the fall of Wu Fengtao, Class 31 of High School completely lost the hope of victory. Sun Zhenglei came over calmly, squatted down and took Wu Fengtao's shoulder and said, "We didn't lose! You didn't lose either! Fengtao, don't do this. As long as we try our best, we will have no regrets!"

"Ban, but we are in the third year of high school, and we don't have a chance..." Wu Fengtao rushed into Sun Zhenglei's arms with a crying voice. The hero had no tears and did not reach the broken heart. Wu Fengtao couldn't help lying on Sun Zhenglei's shoulder and sobbed softly at this moment.

Sun Zhenglei's face also faded. 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 never have a chance to save it. After all, not everyone can be reborn like Yan Lingfeng.

"Du!"

With a long whistle, the referee made a gesture of the end of the whole game. The twists and turns of the final finally came to an end, and the final champion finally paid the surface, that is, the freshman class of Class 18 of High School. With their tenacious fighting spirit, indomitable spirit, united momentum, the most Finally, he unexpectedly defeated the famous basketball class of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School - Class 31 of Senior High School!

"The champion belongs to Class 8! Victory belongs to Class 8! Honor belongs to Class 8! We are an invincible force, and we are the winners of the wind and waves! Let's cheer for our heroes together!"

Xiang Ziyan stood on the chair again, turned around and shouted hoarsely at the students in Class 8 of Senior High School.

"I also! We won!"

"Good job, I love you!"

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

A heartfelt shout, full of excited eyes, a pair of red hands, at this moment, everyone went crazy, even including Zhu Yao, the head teacher who pulled off the ribbon and threw Fu Zijun in the air.

One 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 shining, pure and warm. On the empty basketball court, a lonely shadow stood under a basket. The sunset pulled his shadow very long, lonely and lonely.

This is a boy wearing a dirty jersey, with messy hair, confused eyes, loose shoelaces and a simple knot, which seems to fall off his feet at any time. He grabbed a basketball in his right hand, with blue veins protruding on the back of his hand, as if to pinch the basketball.

This person is Yan Lingfeng, who has just been discharged from the hospital. His empty eyes were full of unwillingness and puzzlement. What he wondered was why his name was not included in the list of 12 announced by the school team, and his unwillingness was also because of why he could not enter this list.

The list includes Han Dengyun, Fu Zijun, Sun Feiying, Zhao Senming, and Wu Fengtao, but there is no Yan Lingfeng. His puzzlement was really puzzled, so he found the coach of the school team, that is, the final referee, physical education teacher Huang Cheng.

The answer Huang Cheng gave him was very simple. There were only three words, that is, "You are hurt."

When Yan Lingfeng just wanted to defend, he saw Huang Cheng wave his hand impatiently, "Go back and stop talking. Since I didn't have a choice when I made the list, I still won't choose you now. No matter what you say, the result will be the same."

So, Yan Lingfeng really didn't say anything, silently walked out of Huang Cheng's office, and then silently came to his beloved basketball court.

"Why?"

Yan Lingfeng looked up and asked the sky, but the sky didn't know. He bowed his head and asked the ground, but he didn't know.

"Why on earth?"

Yan Lingfeng hit the basketball in his hand on the rebound. He didn't know that he could only ask about this rebound.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the rebound made a painful cry, as if persuading Yan Lingfeng to accept his fate. No matter your previous life or this life, you are doomed to have no chance with the school team!

The basketball rolled near the middle circle. Yan Lingfeng lowered his head and took the basketball in his hand with his fingertips. His blood-red eyes stared at the basket swaying slightly in the breeze. Suddenly, he shouted, held the ball in both hands and threw it 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 opened his dry lips and smiled, walked over and picked up the ball, stood on the free throw line, bent his legs slightly, held the ball with his right hand, gently pushed it with his left hand, and spit out a breath and threw the basketball out at the same time.

After turning around the basket, the basketball fell to the ground helplessly again.

Yan Lingfeng walked over, picked up the ball, continued to return to the free throw line, and then continued to take a free throw.

"Two zero, three one... ninety-eight three thirty-seven, ninety-nine thirty-seven, one hundred thirty-eight!" Yan Lingfeng shook his head with a wry smile. Whether in his previous life or this life, shooting has always been his biggest short board. He can hit the ball one step outside the three-point line, but most of the time he loses the ball in the empty space, so he rarely chooses to shoot. If this short board is not strengthened, even if he enters the school team, I'm afraid he will not It will do a lot.

Thinking of the school team, Yan Lingfeng thought of the final that day, the three-free, the autobiographical dunk windmill dunk, the evil 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 covered his head and shouted in pain. He looked up to the sky and roared with tears, and his twisted face proved his inner pain at this moment. Suddenly, he stopped shouting, shook his head, and threw out all the serious tears.

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

He walked to the middle circle with the ball in his arms. After roaring, he strode up, but after a few steps, he tripped over the loose shoelaces. Regardless, Yan Lingfeng got up and continued to rush forward. Taking a step inside the free throw line, he gritted his teeth and jumped up, holding the ball in both hands to dunk. However, it was obvious that his bounce was not enough for him to complete the dunk. 20 centimeters away from the basket, he could not hold on. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his body lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground.

The sunset, which was about to get off work, seemed to be unbearable to see Yan Lingfeng continue to torture himself and hid in the clouds. The thick clouds were roasted uncommally, and tears couldn't stop flowing down...

The bean-sized raindrops ruthlessly hit Yan Lingfeng, who was still lying on the cement floor. The rain flowed down his hair and fascinated his eyes. Everything became blurred and less important.

For a moment, Yan Lingfeng's whole body was soaked, and his shoes and socks were soaked in water, but Yan Lingfeng ignored it. After taking a deep breath, he got up again and hit the basket again. Again and again, Yan Lingfeng couldn't remember how many times he had failed or how many times he fell. He only knew that he had not been injured and his injured heart had not healed.

He can no longer feel physical pain, and numbness is his best relief now. Several of the most painful things in the world happened one after another in just a month. He didn't want to face it but had to face it. Although he has not collapsed yet, fate seems to have closed the door to his basketball road again.

Yan Lingfeng didn't want to give in and didn't want to give up, but he had no other choice. He likes basketball and the feeling of fighting side by side with his brothers, but it seems that he has said goodbye to him. Basketball without brothers will only be lonely, and basketball without ** is just basketball. Yan Lingfeng knew that at least in the next three years, he could only torture himself in the sea of books, and could only watch Zhao Senming and others gallop in the stands, and then hide alone in the corner...

Finally, I don't know how many failures he had experienced and how many times he fell down. Yan Lingfeng finally stuffed the ball into the basket in the position of taking off in the free throw line.

"It worked!"

Yan Lingfeng roared hysterically: "I succeeded!"

But he forgot it proudly. His attention was focused on the rolling basketball on the ground, but he forgot that his whole body was still hanging on the basket, his hands unconsciously loosened, and then fell down again.

"Ling Feng! Yan Lingfeng!"

Yan Lingfeng vaguely heard someone calling his name. He shook his head blankly, slowly got up, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I must have heard it wrong. Who came out to find me after such a heavy rain?" I'm a solitary star now!"

"Yan Lingfeng!!"

The voice was very beautiful and seemed to be a little familiar. This time, Yan Lingfeng was sure that he heard it correctly and quickly turned around. Under the ruthless rainstorm, a girl stood opposite him, without an umbrella or a raincoat. She was as lovely as a lotus, and there was always in the wind and rain. It may be overwhelmed and broken.