"Why have you come to train with me these two days?" Lao Xiong asked curiously. They were on the basketball court at the moment.
Of course she didn’t want to be caught singing by Gu Caiwei.
"Of course I'm afraid that you'll be too lonely being abused by Xu Lei alone, but there's no need to be too moved, I'm not interested in men." Lin Yi said casually.
Lao Xiong believes that he is a ghost, he just has more people and more companions.
"Hey, hey, what are you talking about? Lin Yi, please don't affect his training." Coach Xu Lei not far away was very strict, and the scolding was coming soon.
The old bear was in so much pain that he could only shut up and hide away.
On the day of the summer solstice last year, they felt particularly comfortable playing ball in the rain because it was a self-study class, which gave them the pleasure of skipping class.
Now if he is asked to complete playing golf as a homework, of course it will be boring.
Lin Yi saw how pitiful he looked and had to say something to him: "Xu Lei, it's not good to practice like this. It's boring to let him practice these basic skills alone. He won't have to play for the school team in the future, and after playing
It may not be possible to perform well.”
There is a basis for what he said.
Last year there was a so-called sharpshooter in Class 6 who could hit 30 empty baskets from beyond the three-point line without being defended. The scene was shocking.
As a result, as soon as he came on the field during the game, he didn't touch for three consecutive games. He didn't score a point for half the game, so he had no choice but to be replaced.
"Let's train for the competition." Lin Yi suggested.
Xu Lei followed the good example and immediately started organizing.
In fact, he had long wanted to bring the entire team of Class 14 out for practice, and now he just got the word out through Lin Yi's mouth.
This time Lao Xiong had to say sincerely: "Brother Lin, you are so righteous."
It's the same training. It's much more interesting for a group of people to play blackmail online than to be tortured alone.
The basketball game is coming soon, and all other classes in the grade are competitors. Of course, it is impossible to provide them with training, so Class 14 can only play among themselves.
There are ten players in total. The starting lineup is Xu Lei, Qian Jiahao, Lao Xiong, and Chen Yang. The remaining one is also an acquaintance, the foul-mouthed brother Li Wuchao, who is their main force.
The remaining five are substitutes, including Lin Yi.
The intramural basketball game is not long and there are basically no tactics to speak of, so there is not much need for substitutions. It is quite common for the starting players to play the entire game. Lin Yi did not get a chance to play last year.
In the case of substitutions, unless someone is injured or feels bad, it is usually just to give the main player a rest period to recover his strength.
Xu Lei roughly balanced his strength and divided everyone into two groups. He led Lao Xiong and three substitutes in one group.
There are three main players and two substitutes left, and Lin Yi is in this group.
They played half court today. After stealing the ball, they had to go out of the circle first. In the official game, there would be a full court and the running distance would be longer.
In this group, the person Lin Yi knew best was his roommate Chen Yang, and they could occasionally cooperate for a while. But after few balls came down, Lin Yi felt that this group was about to fall apart.
Everyone frowned.
The problem lies with Qian Jiahao. He is a black hole in the whole game. Once the ball is in his hand, it will never come out again.
"A dog is like a lone wolf, it's stupid."
Li Wuchao never spoiled anyone, and would always scold him: "Are you fucking blind? You can't pass the ball, right?"
Mr. Qian prides himself on being a civilized man. Although he is tall and strong, he does not have the same level of knowledge as this rough guy and just ignores him.
Lin Yi also felt that this was not possible. He could feel Mr. Qian's pulse better: "Today is an intra-class competition. There is not a single audience. No matter how much you score by yourself, who will you show?"
Mr. Qian thought it was reasonable, and indeed he spent a lot less time holding the ball.
Of course, another important reason is that the players in this group are not willing to pass the ball to him, and would rather leave four people to back and forth.
This is not possible. Lin Yi knew that Mr. Qian was already terminally ill due to his symptoms of "if you don't show off, you will die".
Why can Rukawa Kaede be alone?
That’s because he is Rukawa Kaede!
Can Mr. Qian carry the entire audience by himself?
If something like this happened during the competition, it didn't matter that he had no friends in the first place, so as not to hinder Class 14's revenge mission.
Lin Yi turned around and looked at Xu Lei and found that he still couldn't find time to pay attention to the problems here and was concentrating on training Lao Xiong.
"What are you afraid of? With your height and weight, you are walking sideways in your grade. Besides, if someone bumps into you, it will be a foul for them."
Xu Lei has discovered that Lao Xiong's biggest problem is not his poor basic skills, but his fear of physical contact and habitual retreat.
He kind of hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
"I... can't control this." Old Xiong was a little embarrassed.
Xu Lei was also helpless and could only let him adapt more. Compared with this, he felt that whether the shot was accurate or not was secondary.
What a grassroots team, Xu Lei and Lin Yi thought at the same time.
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Despite the worries, the preparations before the game have not fallen behind, and the momentum must be maintained.
Class 14 chose the red Houston Rockets as their game uniform this year.
Bought on Taobao, everyone has one.
Xu Lei very solemnly handed over the meaningful No. 11 jersey to Lao Xiong. The look in his eyes filled with expectation made Lao Xiong very stressed.
Yao Ming has not retired, and the Rockets are still the "home team" in the hearts of domestic fans. I hope this jersey and this number can bring good luck.
Although in two months' time, this recognized domestic men's basketball GOAT will announce the end of his playing career.
Lin Yi just picked a number at random, and as a substitute, he was not qualified to pick it.
Under such unoptimistic circumstances, Class 14 finally ushered in the draw for this year’s basketball game.
The class leader Jiang Zixuan was sent this time. Before she set off, other students had high hopes for her.
"Squad leader, draw a good fortune!"
"Two liberal arts classes, one-third chance, you can do it!"
Classmate Jiang Zixuan rolled her eyes. Do the students in the liberal arts class know that they are treated as free experience packages by you guys?
It's so rude to tell the truth.
After a while, she walked back to class with a solemn expression. From her expression, everyone knew that her dream was broken.
Extending your head is also a knife, and shrinking your head is also a knife.
"Tell me, monitor, which class is so unlucky to meet us?"
She looked a little weird: "It's Class 9."
After hesitating for a moment, he added: "The person who came to draw lots just now is Qi Yiming, who came to cause trouble in the class last year."
The road between enemies is narrow, isn't it?
She still had nothing to say. After seeing the results of the grouping, Qi Yiming smiled maliciously at her and made a "slit throat" gesture.
Everyone was a little surprised and looked at Lin Yi who was standing behind making soy sauce.
Lin Yi was also surprised, because their opponent last time was not Class 9. It seemed that his little butterfly was already flapping its wings.
"Look what I'm doing, it just so happened that I didn't have time to teach him a lesson last time. Don't talk nonsense, just do it!"
If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to support it. Anyway, he is just a small substitute.
Xu Lei is really a competent captain. He stood up in time to boost morale: "The remaining nine classes are considered weak, and there is not even a school team. We can win!"
At this time, no one would give in, and everyone else would shout: "Do it!"