Chapter 318 Jiangnan 4

After taking off his training clothes, Su Mo carefully took his backpack and put it in. He has a little cleanliness, which is not serious, but he can't tolerate a little dust on his clothes, just like he can't tolerate others saying that he is a "little white face".

Inadvertently, he saw two familiar faces in the audience, two of which made him hate and eager to fight 300 rounds. Withstood the fierce anger in his heart, Su Mo actually grinned. When he didn't laugh, Su Mo was a typical man, with beautiful eyebrows and jade trees facing the wind. With a cold face, he could kill thousands of girls in an instant, but his smile not only did not have the effect of losing color, but also made the people around him feel a kind of cold, piercing into the bone marrow.

Report it with peaches and cast it with plums. Yan Lingfeng noticed Su Mo's smile, so he also smiled. One was like the frost of three or nine days, and the other was like the prestige of fireworks in March. The difference in the smiles of the two was obvious, but the only thing that was the fighting spirit in their hearts and the fighting spirit for each other.

"Who did you see?" Sumo's teammate, but his best helper on the court, No. 8 Yi Li, the starting forward of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, came over and asked.

"It's just a pair of rubbish." Su Mo replied contemptuously, it is better to meet than to meet each other. This is Su Mo's greatest feeling about Yan Lingfeng now. When he heard that a peer in Shandong had produced unparalleled data, he was still very fascinated and transformed from a god to a divine friendship. However, it is obvious that the first meeting between the two was not so pleasant. At least Su Mo now sees that Yan Lingfeng is as disgusting as eating a dead fly, and even the hatred for Yan Lingfeng in his heart has exceeded that of Sun Feiying. Sun Feiying is very annoying, but everything about him is shown on the surface. Unlike Yan Lingfeng, the smiling tiger with a knife in his smile is also the most annoying. And now Yan Lingfeng has such an unbearable impression in Su Moxin.

Yan Lingfeng doesn't care about Su Mo's impression of him. He never expects that the enemy will have a good impression on him, let alone that men will have a good impression on him, so he will never be polite to those who may become enemies. With a strange expression, he stared at Su Mo, who had turned around, and Yan Lingfeng hung a strange smile on the corners of his mouth.

An hour later.

At the end of the first half of the game, the strength of the two teams was comparable, with a half-time score of 38:34. Nanjing No. 9 took the lead by only a narrow margin of 4 points, which was an unsafe and dangerous lead.

Su Mo's performance in the first half was very average. There was no special performance in the middle of the rules, but Yi Li gave people a bright feeling. At this time, he was more than two meters tall, so more often he was also on the inside line, guarding the penalty area of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School with a pair of long arms and amazing bounces. , but at one end of the attack, he gave full play to the comprehensive characteristics of his technology, including inside singles, emergency stop jump shots, and ball-holding breakthroughs, as if he can do anything to ** the defense line of Jiang Wang Middle School.

If a team is changed, it is likely to have surrendered in the first half of the game, but Jiang Wang Middle School is obviously not an ordinary team. There are Su Mo and Yi Li two big killers in Nanjing. Jiang Wang Middle School also has their Dinghai magic needle in the array. No. 9 power forward Liu Yahui is not as tall as Yi Li and bounces. Yi Li is not as fast as Yi Li, but his medium and long-range shooting is much better than Yi Li. With a fresh move and eating all over the world, Liu Yahui keeps running on the outside line, which is also the most important reason why Jiang Wang Middle School can stay away from Nanjing No. 9 Middle School.

"What do you think?" Sun Feiying took a bag of popcorn and approached Yan Lingfeng and asked in a low voice.

Yan Lingfeng smiled and did not answer, and turned his eyes to Wu Fengtao, who was sitting on his other side.

Wu Fengtao shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "The winner must be Nanjing No. 9 Middle School. I'm afraid that other people can see this except Jiang Wang Middle School himself."

"It's boring!" Sun Feiying curled his lips and said, "That little white face is nothing more than that. What qualifications does he have to rank among the seven weapons?"

"Are you a pig brain? Such obvious preservation strength can't be seen. Han Dengyun, sitting behind Sun Feiying, said grinly, "He must know that we have come here. He knows that his weight is not enough for us to see, so he simply won't make a fool of us."

For a long time, almost the whole team has been used to ignoring Han Dengyun's words. Of course, except for his good follower He Qing, the so-called smell is similar. The two of them not only live in a hotel and sleep in the same room, but also come out to watch the ball seats are also close to each other.

"The first half of the sentence is still human. He is indeed deliberately hiding his strength!" Xu Jianye frowned and said, "This Su Mo is not simple. It is the general who pays attention to the battle of one city and one pool. It is the marshal who looks far away to coordinate the overall situation. It's a little interesting to leave Su Mo."

Is it interesting? The smile on the corners of Yan Lingfeng's mouth is even stronger. In his memory of his previous life, there are Yi Li and Liu Yahui, but he has never heard of the name Su Mo. If only from Su Mo's performance in the first half, he is indeed not qualified to enter Yan Lingfeng's memory. Is this all Su Mo's strength?

Yan Lingfeng naturally doesn't believe it. He believes in Mr. Su's eyes and believes that he will not mistakenly regard stubborn stones as jade. Several of the seven weapons do have names that will become new stars in China's basketball in the future, such as "Fist" Han Dejun, such as "Longsheng Sword" Liu Xiaoyu, such as "Overlord Gun" Yang Chao. In a few years, they will all grow into new forces in Chinese basketball. In this case, why did Su Mo's performance in the first half be mediocre? Is he really hiding his strength?

At halftime, the head coach of Nanjing Jiuzhong was furious in the locker room. It is true that they are the leading side, but the coach is obviously not satisfied with only 4 points ahead of their opponents. You should know that Nanjing No. 9 Middle School is the "cradle" of Jiangsu basketball, and almost 80% of the players of the Jiangsu men's basketball youth team are provided by Nanjing No. 9 Middle School. Like the "joint force" with nuclear weapons only tied with the People's Liberation Army with fried noodles and rifles next to the Yalu River. May he be satisfied?

If you are invincible, a small victory is also a defeat! You should know that since the first game, the coach's eyes have "went out of Jiangsu and face the whole country". Driven by such ambition, his goal will naturally not be limited to the champion in Jiangsu Province. The national champion is their ultimate goal.

"Su Mo, give me a reason!" After venting, the coach who calmed down a little stared at Su Mo and said slowly.

"There is no reason." Su Mo smiled lazily, "Coach, you don't have to be angry or ask me why. I promise you that we will win the game!"

"Guarantee? What guarantee do you have? Do you guarantee your shit-like performance in the first half?" The coach is obviously not a good-tempered master, and the number one general under the account did not get any privileges from him. When it was time to scold, he still scolded a bloody head.

Su Mo is not angry. Obviously, he has been used to the coach's roar. The old god picked up the headphones and stuffed them in his ears...

Su Mo's careless attitude made the coach even more angry, but Su Mo was too important to him and the team, so he couldn't fan it with a big mouth, although he really wanted to do so. He can't fly shoes to hurt people like Lord Fert, because he doesn't have such a good footwork. Su Mo doesn't mean that he has to put up with this anger, because the team is a team of 12 people. Su Mo has only one, but there are many punching barrels.

Others did not have the courage of Su Mo and could only endure the coach's saliva with grievances. Fortunately, the halftime was still short, so before the coach had finished his breath, the players who heard the staff of the organizing committee outside the door rushed out.

Soon, there were only two people left in the box. Su Mo took off his headphones, stood up and looked at the coach with a smile and said, "Coach, my goal is the same as you, but the approach we take may be different. But please believe me. I promise that when I feel that I should stand up, I will definitely stand up!"

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