basketball craftsman

Chapter 183 T.217: In the Mood for Love ([-])
"Building a basketball team?"

The dean sat at his desk, flipped through the documents in his hand, and repeated Zhang Jinzhong's words. In the small office of the Political and Education Department, several students gathered together to play basketball and proposed to the school the idea of ​​forming a basketball team.

"It doesn't exist." The dean directly rejected the requests of several people, "Our Huangjinshan Middle School is a public literary school, and we don't participate in social cultural and sports activities and competitions. You can just read good books."

"Director!" Zhang Jinzhong slapped the desk and said, "We already have 9 people, why don't we form a team? It is estimated that there is still one month before the start of the winter league, so you just agree!"

"You guys, what are you doing with these things?" The dean slapped the table and said, "Go back to the classroom and study! If you submit such a meaningless application again, I will mark you off!"

A group of people walked out of the Department of Political Affairs and Education with a look of disappointment on their faces. Wu Yuepeng leaned his hands behind his head and said, "Forget it, Lao Zhang, even if we form a team, what can we do to participate in the winter league? Just a few of us That little bit of skill is not the material to be brushed off in one round."

"Aren't we pretty good?" Zhang Jinzhong turned around and looked at several people and said, "Only Li Zi, a first-year freshman, has a very sharp breakthrough. It just so happens that you and I are also good at breakthrough, so you can play wheel battles!"

"Stop talking, Lao Zhang." Wu Yuepeng patted him on the shoulder and said, "You can play in the winter league with a breakthrough in basketball... What are you thinking, do you understand basketball tactics? You are confused about the concept of forward and guard Bar?"

"Hey... why are you mentioning that, I'm just playing wild ball." Zhang Jinzhong patted the basketball in his hand and said, "I just want to play freely on the court. If you ask me, I don't even know what position I play. Anyway, if I don’t know anything else, I’ll break through! If I can’t break through, I’ll vote! Hehe.”

"Senior Zhang really wants to participate in the winter league, doesn't he?" Li Xiaoyun asked as he walked, "I heard that there is an agency nearby that can handle a lot of things on behalf of us. Maybe they have a way to let us play basketball games."

Under Li Xiaoyun's suggestion, Zhang Jinzhong and his group came to an agency near the school called "Huang Jinshan Intermediary Office", which specializes in handling various businesses, such as renting houses, buying tickets, traveling, issuing certificates, etc. This is the first time they came to A group of people in this social department looked left and right, Zhang Jinzhong stepped forward and asked, "Hey, old man, are you here to host a basketball game?"

"Basketball game??" An old man in his early fifties sitting in front of the computer raised his head and stared at a group of sports boy middle school students for a long time, "Yes, yes, you can do anything as long as you pay!"

"How much?" "Three hundred!" "My mother..."

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"I really want to play a game..." Mao Sihan put three 20 yuan bills into Zhang Jinzhong's hand and said hesitantly, "This is my living expenses for this month, so don't waste it..."

"Don't worry, dog!" Zhang Jinzhong held the scattered banknotes and coins that he had finally raised, and after counting twice, it was only 240 yuan. With no more money in his pocket, Zhang Jinzhong walked to the desk with the pile of loose money and spread it on the table, "Old Man, the nine of us can only scrape together this... Can you accommodate me?"

"Not enough money!" The old man counted and put it in the drawer and shouted, "It's still sixty!"

"But we really have no money..." Zhang Jinzhong pressed the table with difficulty, took off the watch from his wrist and put it on the table after thinking hard for a long time, and said, "Old man, can this watch work for you? It must be more than sixty." .”

"Old Zhang, you are crazy!" Wu Yuepeng stepped forward to stop him and said, "This is given to you by the teacher who graduated from our junior high school class! You are crazy if you just do it like this!"

"I understand." Zhang Jinzhong nodded, and the old man took his watch and looked at it for a moment, put it in his pocket and said, "This watch is mine. You guys go to fill out the form later."

A while later, the group filled out a piece of so-called "player information" at the agency. It turned out that in addition to expressly arranging participation in the Phoenix Middle School Basketball Winter League, there were also so-called "not-listed schools to apply for". This application can be downloaded and printed free of charge on the official website of the Municipal Sports Commission General Administration.

"You old liar!!" After Wu Yuepeng knew the truth, he ran to argue with the old man at the agency, but the old man turned his back on him and called the security guards to throw Wu Yuepeng out, "Old Peng, forget it." Zhang Jinzhong Pulling Wu Yuepeng's arm, he said, "Since we have already applied for Huang Jinshan Middle School to participate in the winter league, there is no need to pursue the money."

"But Lao Zhang..." Wu Yuepeng was so angry that he still wanted to argue. Zhang Jinzhong clapped the basketball in his hand and said, "If we care about the money, how about we train hard and have a good time in the winter league?"

"Old Zhang is right." Mao Sihan said with morale, "The money can't be wasted, let's go to practice!"

The tortuous experience strengthened everyone's beliefs. In just one month of training, Huang Jinshan Middle School's basketball team has gradually improved its level of strength. Although there is no support from the school, no decent stadium, no cheerleaders and no one to watch, this group of people can never be changed. The passionate youth of a basketball boy.

"Hey, have you heard? Our Huang Jinshan Middle School also has a basketball team..." "Yes, I saw it on the participating schools in the winter league." "It's strange, but our school doesn't even have a basketball court... ..."

"Zhang Jinzhong!" In the office of the Political and Education Office, the dean slapped the table and scolded the students in front of him, "Who allowed you to sign up for the Phoenix Winter League in the name of the school's basketball team? Immediately cancel it!"

"Teacher!" Zhang Jinzhong stepped forward and said sincerely, "The winter league will start in three days. Our basketball team has been practicing hard for a month. You can let us represent the school to compete!"

"No!" the dean denied, "If you dare to participate in the winter league, you will not come to school next week! Expulsion!"

Several members of the basketball team were kicked out of the Department of Political Affairs and Education after being poured with cold water, feeling very depressed.

"Forget it, Lao Zhang." Wu Yuepeng touched the basketball in his hand and said sadly, "There is no basketball team in our school, and I have been lying to myself this month."

"I don't want it." Zhang Jinzhong stood up silently and said, "I don't want to give up just like this... I think there is nothing wrong with playing on the court. No matter what difficulties there are, I will go to the winter league on Saturday."

"Then go alone!" Wu Yuepeng stood up and turned to leave, "I don't want to be expelled from school."

"Sorry, Senior Zhang..." "Old Zhang, forget it..." "I'm leaving first." "See you next week."

At the gate of the school in the cold wind in October, Zhang Jinzhong stood alone in the same place, with no one around him. At this moment, his inner emotions were speechless, lonely, lost, confused...

The flame of the 17-year-old boy's dream is gradually extinguished, and there is no light.

(End of this chapter)