waste heat

Chapter 40

The game is finally here.

The whole school was closed on Tuesday, and the playground was full of people. Machines, equipment, tables and chairs had been arranged since the morning, and only four or five professional referees were invited from outside. The cameras were aimed at the field and swept every corner, except Lively, tension also ensues.

I heard that the school was preparing for it last night. The basketball game is full of enthusiasm every year. There are too many people playing basketball in the south of the city. Basic strength is not the condition for being selected. Standing out from hundreds of people is a great challenge for every participating player.

The home field is being used, and 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 go through the checkpoint system. They only have one fixed opponent. Compared with each other, you don’t need to win. Entering the top twenty, top ten, finals, etc., there are already many teams, and a complete game is enough time-consuming. In this form, I don’t know that it will take a long time to play.

They only need to beat their opponents, and the rest is handed over to the leaders, coaches, captains, deputy teams, and even assistants of the basketball team. Potential players.

All groups are preparing for the game, practicing shooting, and finding the touch is enough. The big game is coming, so they can't waste their energy.

Cheng Yan squatted on the side of the field, holding the mobile phone, staring at the mobile phone interface with all his attention.

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

"Song Yu's." Cheng Yan replied, still looking at the phone, which seemed to be perfunctory.

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

Song Yu has a lot of basketball videos left on the Internet, from all angles. The full version was shot by someone else, which is blurry, but it can be discerned that it is Song Yu himself.

Zhao Yibai didn't say a word, and watched it with Cheng Yan. He had a problem with Song Yu, but no one in the south of the city dared to have a problem with Song Yu's golf 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, yes, Class [-], Senior Three."

"Senior year?!" Zhao Yibai frowned.

"Hmm." Qu Taoliang showed them that there was a class name on the slip of paper, and the opponent was determined by lottery, and it had to be at the last time before the game to ensure its fairness and prevent them from making dirty strategies by knowing the opponent in advance. , or some private transactions, handicap and so on.

"Are we going against this two-word offender? Why do we keep running into two?" Zhang Zihao walked over from the side, "Also, you are about to graduate from high school, and you are still participating in the trials?"

"I want to join the school team," Zhao Yibai said, "This is going to be difficult."

Zhang Zihao asked: "I haven't known this class before, is it good?"

"Ding Pu, do you know? Last year, he was nominated and praised, and almost entered the school team." Qu Tao has some information, and they may not remember the others clearly. They are still familiar with Ding Pu, who was encouraged by Song Yu, and there are other information on the Internet. video.

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

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

Cheng Yan felt the eyes from all directions, he turned off his cell phone, stood up and said, "Call as you want, I almost got in."

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

"So..." Cheng Yan spread his hands, "Can you defeat others without fighting?"

silence.

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

"I can't, can't I? Then fight hard, and leave the rest 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 microphone being tested, and commotion came from the main venue.

Zhao Yibai and the others looked at each other, stood up, and walked towards the playground with Cheng Yan.

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. Everyone's skills are not considered good. Too much pressure will lead to many mistakes, sometimes the easier it is, the better the results.

This is his previous experience in playing with other classes. When the hand feels good, most of the mood is not too nervous.

But the big game is coming, can he not be under pressure?

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

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

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

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

"Song Yu looks so serious."

"Han Cang is also scary, help me, I'm not so scared even in the high school entrance examination."

Han Cang is the captain of the school team and sits in the middle.

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

Cheng Yan withdrew his gaze and let out a breath.

At this time, the captain Han Cang also stood up and said "Hello" twice with the microphone. After the trial, he said to the teams standing on the sidelines: "Teams drawn from 1 to 10 stand up."

The number Qu Tao drew was 6, among them, and ten teams entered the middle of the field.

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

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

Even Song Yu was a little surprised, he raised his head and looked at a person in the crowd.

The games set by the school team never follow routines, which caught many people off guard. You must be prepared to appear on the stage at all times, but even if they were mentally prepared, they were still surprised by the result.

Except for the two teams of No. 6, the other players were all relieved. No one wanted to do the opening, which is the same reason as not wanting to do the finale. Plenty, too much attention, any details will be magnified, and expectations will be lowered, because no matter how good you perform, the wonderful performance of the team that will play later will obliterate the memory points you brought.On the other hand, due to exhaustion, reduced attention, and an overly exciting performance in the front, your highlight performance will become worthless.

A compromise is better.

Qu Tao and the others originally thought that No. 6 would have to sit in the back row anyway, and someone in front of them would start, and they would push back, who knows how good luck will play tricks on people.

"Get to know each other," Han Cang said, "then go down and get ready. It will start in 10 minutes."

The school team didn't even prepare for the cheerleaders, so they went directly. The rules of the school team have always been simple and rude, but no one has any objections. Joining the cheerleading team was arranged by the school leaders. The teachers felt that the direct and forced competition was too "dry". This competition is still a big competition with a high degree of attention, and it is more or less a routine ceremony.

So the players stepped off the stage, and the cheerleaders warmed up first. They were all young and beautiful female students who put in their time and energy for the competition, which could be seen from the uniform dance steps.

Everyone present was very happy and applauded. Only the two teams who were about to appear on the stage applauded absent-mindedly, with serious expressions on their faces.

The machine that recorded the whole game in real time was started when Han Cang gave a speech, recording the beautiful figures of the cheerleading girls, as well as the cheers of the crowd and the nervousness of the players.

"I've never participated in such a big competition." Zhang Zihao folded his arms and tiptoed back and forth. "It would be great if there were no cameras. This thing is scary."

"Cheng Yan, water." Shen Yun stood on the sidelines, surrounded by a few girls from his class, all shouting for support.

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

Shen Yun stared at his pupils, "What's wrong? Nervous? Take it easy, give him a shoulder squeeze!"

Zhao Yibai's face darkened: "Come give me a shoulder squeeze?"

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

Zhao Yibai pinched Cheng Yan's shoulder reluctantly, Cheng Yan told him to die, Zhao Yibai's tricks almost crushed his bones.

Over there, Li Xiaoxiao was not idle either. He told Cheng Yan to come on, and Zhang Zihao also wanted it. Li Xiaoxiao was easy to talk to, and he also said a few words to him. Zhang Zihao's state immediately changed, and he was confident.

The power of love is really great.

After 10 minutes passed, a whistle sounded in the middle of the arena, and the referee waved for the players to enter the arena. The two teams walked towards the camera, surrounded by crowds of people, and the atmosphere of the competition was heightened.

"come on!"

"Come on, Ding Pu!"

"Come on, Class Two!"

"Come on, Master Tao! The third class is the best!"

This shout, I don’t know, I thought it was a sports meeting, the referee asked if the two sides were ready, several people nodded, and it was time to decide the ball.

They use the most basic scrimmage method. The referee holds the ball, and each side sends one person to scramble for the ball. The referee throws the ball high. .

Qu Tao sent Cheng Yan, this kind of job must be Cheng Yan's, Cheng Yan is tall, his jumping ability is his strong point, it is best to use it to grab the ball.

The opponent sent a person of medium height, not as tall as Cheng Yan, who should have good jumping ability or quick reaction.

The two came to the left and right of the referee and got ready.

The referee put his whistle on his mouth and looked at both sides: "Ready?"

The two nodded.

Then a whistle sounded!

Cheng Yan reacted quickly and immediately made corresponding actions, and the opponent was not weak. When the high-throwed basketball landed in the right position, a slapping sound immediately determined the ownership of the ball.

"Nice!" Zhang Zihao clenched his fists hard.

"I'm awesome!" Shen Yun didn't hold back at all, and screamed from the sidelines.

The ball was snatched away by Cheng Yan, and instead of landing, it landed firmly in Cheng Yan's hands.

"Forget it." The opponent player waved to the player who didn't grab it, and comforted him: "It doesn't matter."

The game then begins.

Qu Tao held the ball, and the opponent's five immediately intercepted it.

The man who came to defend Qu Tao was tall and full of oppression. Qu Tao probed left and right, but the opponent reacted quickly and couldn't break through at all. He glanced at Zhang Zihao's position from the corner of his eye, Qu Tao passed the ball, and the chaotic figure immediately ran.

Zhang Zihao ran a few steps and encountered an obstacle. The opponent's defense was tight and he couldn't make an inside shot. Zhang Zihao gave up decisively and passed the ball to Cheng Yan who was not far away. Cheng Yan was about to catch the ball when one of them suddenly rushed out and intercepted from one side. After taking possession of the ball, Cheng Yan turned around, and it was Ding Pu who almost made it to the school team.

"Return to defense!" Zhao Yibai yelled.

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

Hitting a three-pointer at the start?

The audience was nervous, and Cheng Yan and others were even more nervous. They all stared at the basket, but miraculously, the opening three-pointer hit the basket steadily and impartially.

"Wow!"

"Awesome!"

This three-pointer directly blew up the field, and the teachers nodded in approval, and Han Cang and several school team members in the position also became more energetic.

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

In less than 1 minute, the scoreboard was already 3:0.

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

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

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

"We have to focus on defending him," Qu Tao said, "The position should be tighter, and he can't play outside. That Ding Pu is too good. Let's try to go inside and don't lose the ball."

Zhao Yibai patted Cheng Yan's shoulder and said in a low voice that it's okay.

Cheng Yan was completely dumbfounded just now, he lost the ball so quickly that he couldn't believe it.

Staring at Ding Pu closely, Cheng Yan returned to his position. At the beginning of the second game, he adjusted himself and became cautious, guarding against Ding Pu who started the game with three points.

After Ding Pu 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, and he read the eyes of the other party staring at him. Gu Long immediately went down after getting the ball, and two figures surrounded him, Zhang Zihao and Zhang Teng, Gu Long couldn't hold this The ball was passed to another person, so Cheng Yan, who was passive, immediately rushed to the person holding the ball.

It was the two of them again, opponents who competed for the ball with Cheng Yan. The two of them seemed to have a festival. The boy glanced at Cheng Yan with cold eyes, and threw the ball out again.

There is no defense under the basket. When everyone returns to the basket immediately, the opponent's player with the ball has successfully laid up.

2 points.

The anxious atmosphere was temporarily relieved because of the goal.

"What's going on?" Zhang Zihao walked over and looked at Liao Yang: "Shouldn't you be under the basket?"

Liao Yang said helplessly: "I'm at the basket, he's rushing too fast, I can't stop him, if I try hard to block, I might foul, why? Send them 2+1?"

2+1 means that the opponent has successfully made a layup, which is 2 points, and at the same time got a free throw opportunity, if the free throw is successful, it is [-] points.

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

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

The opponent's start was too smooth, which is their advantage. As opponents, what they can do is to block it as much as possible. Blocking this advantage is already at a disadvantage. If there is further infighting, the game will not have to continue.

Compared with winning or losing, Cheng Yan hates team members quarreling more.

Lost points will not come back because of quarrels, but morale will be lowered because of quarrels, and more importantly, mentality will be affected, resulting in many abnormal performances.

Ding Pu's team was in joy and in a light state. Gu Long warned: "Lao Jia, pass the ball directly to Brother Pu. If Brother Pu has a chance, he will make three points. If he has no chance, it depends on my position."

Lao Jia nodded, raised his hand, and gestured a number, "We hit 2!"

When Cheng Yan heard their voices, he didn't control the decibels at first. When they roared, 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 sounded, Lao Jia took the ball and passed it to Ding Pu as agreed. Once Ding Pu touched the ball, he made people nervous. The audience waited for him to perform miracles, and the opponents feared that he would perform beyond his normal limits.

Cheng Yan looked left and right, there were people on Ding Pu's right side, and there were people on his left side, he immediately understood what was going on, and shouted: "Rebound!"

Everyone rushed to the basket immediately. Ding Pu passed the ball to his teammate on the right. The teammate moved a few positions and then passed it to the person in front. It was an obvious layup momentum. However, when everyone was nervous about this basketball, they chased and intercepted When there was a player under the basket, the person closest to the basket suddenly turned around and threw 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, found the distance in a few steps, and scored 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 stomped their feet and raised their hands, shouting "Niu Cha".

Even the school team seats were bustling, Han Cang smiled slightly, "This tactic is good, very smart."

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 head of the school team took notes to record this wonderful moment.

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

Song Yu stared at the middle of the arena seriously, but Han Cang turned back without responding.

No matter how hot the field is, Cheng Yan's mood will be as depressed. He is completely confused. It is he who guessed the wrong motive, and it is he who caused the mistake of this goal.

"They have tactics that are difficult to play," Zhang Teng said in a low voice, "What should I do? They are very passive."

"Cheng Yan, why did you call for a rebound just now?" Liao Yang said, "I thought they were going to layup, and Ding Pu had no one to defend."

Cheng Yan whispered, "Sorry."

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

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

Except for the beginning, they never touched the ball again. The students in class three were also worried. Shen Yun was more sad than herself when she was on the court.

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

Tactics again.

This time, Ding Pu held the ball and the whole court was on alert. Zhang Teng and Zhao Yibai were in similar positions. Qu Tao was responsible for intercepting Ding Pu.

Cheng Yan glanced at everyone's position from the corner of his eye, the basket was empty, he realized the loophole, and at the same time the opponent also caught this loophole, each round will be affected by the result of the previous round, fearing that the opponent will repeat the old trick, and surround the opponent , then the vulnerability will also 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 old trick. He made another fake pass to create a chance for a three-pointer. Cheng Yan chose to shut up, but the opponent passed the ball straight away. Rushing to the basket, jumping high beyond the two-point line, Liao Yang failed to intercept 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. When they came to the free throw line, they played steadily and contributed another point for 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 no longer raging enough. Everyone has realized the fact in a short period of time that these are two teams with very different levels.

It's like a seasoned player who can abuse a new rookie as he wants.

"Too weak chicken."

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

"Anyway, it's a trial competition. It's so big, why don't you be ashamed to surrender hastily?"

"No embarrassment now?"

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

However, the opponent didn't give them a chance to rest. The next round started immediately, and they couldn't wait to end this suspenseless round.

"Master Tao, Cheng Yan, come on!"

Come on from the second class who had brutally abused them, Gao Ming also stood on the sidelines to watch, and gave him a fist to encourage them.

As a member of the school team, Gao Ming also led the team to brutally abuse the third class. However, Cheng Yan and the others had never had their heads shaved. I don't know what happened in this game, and they played the whole game very confused.

After the start, Cheng Yan defended Ding Pu.

Ding Pu didn't pass the ball immediately, but dribbled the ball by himself, looking at the nervous Cheng Yan in front of him.

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

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

"This time we're going to play No. 4 tactics." Ding Pu said bluntly, his purpose was not pure, Cheng Yan couldn't tell his truth from lies, so he could only focus on defense.

"Do you believe it or not?" Ding Pu asked, "Let me be honest, you can't stop me."

After the words fell, Ding Pu passed the ball, and the No. 3 tactic of false passing was staged again. The players ran around, but the opponent's style of play was fierce and could not be intercepted at all.

Another 2 points.

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

Red's scoreboard keeps flipping.

"Which game do you think we will play?" Before the game started, Ding Pu asked Cheng Yan in front of him.

Cheng Yan didn't respond.

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

Cheng Yan clenched his fists. He had already formed the habit of being beaten, and he felt powerless even to fight back. The whole score was greatly pulled away, and the ending seemed to have been set.

Is this the difference between training and practice?

There was nothing he could do to fight back.

"You are indeed very powerful." Cheng Yan said.

"Huh? Admit defeat?"

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

Back on the court, 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, and Zhang Teng was in a low morale while passing the ball quickly. A successful layup.

Class three finally became a little more active.

Ding Pu smiled at Cheng Yan.

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

How could Cheng Yan be proud?Morale picked up a bit, but it didn't boost up, and the score was still far behind. This goal only changed the passive situation.

However, in the next game, Ding Pu was completely serious. Two three-pointers raised the score to a new level again, and the little confidence that the opponent had just regained disappeared.

When everyone was stunned and completely succumbed to Ding Pu's skills, Ding Pu walked up to Cheng Yan who was dazed, stretched out his hand to rub his head, and said coolly: "I still have to practice."

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

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

The assistant and coach next to him talked in a low voice, and the wonderful moments were recorded, and Ding Pu's name was written on Han Cang's notes.

"It's getting stronger and stronger." Han Cang turned his head and looked at Song Yu: "As expected of the person you were looking for back then."

Song Yu's eyes were deep, his eyes were sharp, and he nailed a person directly, with a low voice: "Who is number 7 on the red square?"

It doesn't look like a question sentence, because the tone is too aggressive.

"He's Ding Pu, did you forget?" Han Cang said, "I almost came in last year. You said he has potential, and he is indeed capable. Several tactics are very beautiful, and the three-pointer is also very accurate."

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

He finally jotted down something on the blank paper, which was a "D" written vigorously.

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

"Not bad, a good target."

Han Cang looked up at him, didn't quite understand, his eyes were blank.

Song Yu threw the pen on the table, the first half ended, and during the intermission, he picked up a bottle of water and left from his seat.