The circle of Jiao Bai and Sun Jintao can be called a basketball circle, the circle of top sports students in the class.
Wang Yifan was originally a figure on the fringe of the circle, but after a game and the reputation of a master tactician, he successfully squeezed into the core of the circle.
However, this is temporary. If he loses the next game against Grade 14, he believes that he will soon return to his original position, even more marginalized.
Just like the cat standing next to him obediently at the moment, he is the kind of person who wants to squeeze into this circle, but has never been accepted.
This guy had his hands behind his back, his feet slightly spread apart, and his expression was serious, just like a player being lectured by the coach on the basketball court.
If you look closely, you can see that this guy's eyes are slightly red and he is sniffing cautiously.
"No, I don't agree!"
As soon as Jiao Bai heard Wang Yifan's proposal, he immediately rejected it loudly.
All the team members also looked at each other in confusion, wondering why Wang Yifan, who had previously been so confident about the upcoming game, suddenly changed his attitude and became very cautious.
Is he afraid of overturning his freshman year in high school?
"Jiao Bai, Lao Mao is not here. We have to consider the playing style of our class. We still need to have a pitcher with a certain accuracy and a person with a certain height who can pull the inside."
Wang Yifan explained patiently, although he also felt that this was a bit of a fuss.
Sun Jintao answered: "Yifan, are you being too cautious? If Lao Mao is not here, there are many substitutes in our class. Besides, there is no need to replace you!"
"I had a hunch that this class of Grade 14 might change their usual playing style, so I thought about preparing an extra hand. Moreover, my scoring ability is really poor, and my height is also slightly insufficient. Originally, Lao Mao was involved, and our inside line
It will be easier to play, but if Mao is not here now, we still have to improve our height on the court."
"Premonition?" Xu Min scratched his head, "Yifan, just because of this, he made such a big change. He only has one and a half days. Will he care about one thing and lose the other?"
"No hindrance, two lineups, two ways to run in."
"You're too careful!" Zi Bai muttered.
"But we have just defeated the school's favorite to win the championship. Anyone who knows something about us must know that we changed our tactics on the spot, so why don't they use the same tactics to deal with us? Comrades
, when we defeated Class 6, you should have thought that we are well-deserved as the strongest dark horse!"
Wang Yifan finally found the most critical point, the mentality of everyone in the class.
It's all gone!
Although Xu Min, Zou Hao, and Yu Lei didn't say anything, they grinned like giant monkeys all day long, and they always liked to show off during class or when playing on the basketball court at noon.
Skills, all kinds of bells and whistles, don’t look at people seriously anymore.
Even Sun Jintao, who is as steady as Sun Jintao, still holds a basketball and spins it around all day long. He gets excited when talking about basketball games. Even if he deliberately suppresses his inner joy from time to time, it is also very funny.
He was indeed high-spirited and defeated the Zhengyin center of the second class, which had the school's two main centers. Many students who were not watching the game at the time asked about him in various ways.
"It seems to be true, we are the strongest now!" Ziao Bai muttered again, and then laughed stupidly, and the others also laughed together.
"Arrogant soldiers will be defeated, comrades!"
"Okay, stop laughing, listen to Yifan, who made him the master tactician of our class now!" Jiao Bai stopped everyone from laughing, and finally listened to some of it, "Let's see, both lineups are the same.
Practicing, Song Chen will follow us to train and coach shooting and screening. However, when playing games, let him be Yu Lei's substitute. Depending on the situation in the first half, you will still have to play. With you here, we
Feel more at ease."
"It depends on the playing style of Class 14, Grade 1. We have studied them and we can tell at a glance!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you." As the class basketball captain, Jiao Bai set the tone.
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"Yifan, I was so moved that I burst into tears."
Mao'er still followed Wang Yifan step by step, lagging behind by about half a body.
"Then you should cry for me!"
Wang Yifan said without looking back.
Mao'er squeezed out two tears and wiped them on Wang Yifan's school uniform.
"Are you disgusting?"
"Isn't this how I express my gratitude? In order to give me a chance to play, you would rather give instructions off the court. I, Song Chen, have recorded this feeling."
After saying that, he started wiping tears again.
"Okay, just remember. When you get married, just arrange for me to have a beautiful bridesmaid!" Wang Yifan suddenly remembered the tragic fact that the brother was 33 and didn't have a girlfriend, so he decided to do it regardless of whether he had a date or not.
Principle, he mentioned it casually.
"marry?"
The cat stared with bubbly eyes, puzzled.
For high school students like them, marriage seems to be a very, very far away thing.
"Are you feeling springy?"
Look, look, these are words that a good young man of the new era can use casually?
"You've just turned into spring. I'm casting a wide net. Hey, I'm really worried. You don't understand anyway. Why are you little donkey nagging me here? Hurry up and ride over!"
"Go right now, go right now!"
The cat stumbled towards the school parking lot, and soon a bright red small stove stopped in front of him.
"Is the electricity enough?" Wang Yifan asked.
"Where are you going?"
“Just wander around the city!”
"That's enough, but can you ride?" Looking at Wang Yifan who didn't even know where the acceleration handle was, Mao'er suddenly started to feel a little worried.
Wang Yifan gently turned the handle, and the small stove swooped out, almost hitting the school wall by just twenty centimeters.
The cat's face turned green.
"What, are you afraid that I will break your little donkey?"
"What do you think?" Mao'er gestured to the distance between the donkey and the wall, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and rolled his eyes at him.
"Forget it, I won't ride anymore!" Wang Yifan handed the little donkey back into Mao'er's hands.
"Don't, don't, borrow, borrow, definitely borrow, you've worked hard, am I worried about your safety? How about I take you on a ride?"
Cat asked tentatively.
"Then forget it!" Wang Yifan's attitude almost threw the little donkey to the ground.
"Okay, okay, I don't ask anything. Just go and ride!" Mao'er muttered, then added, "Then you practice here first and get familiar with it. I just saw you doing this."