Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The wind was brisk, and the afternoon sun was blazing white, shining directly on the tall buildings made of stone and bricks. It fell on the red faces of the excited students who raised their arms in cheers, and covered the young girls with a layer of sunflower yellow. of tulle.

A light red banner hangs above the building, with a few lines written in artistic calligraphy.

【Shilan goes on an expedition, not a blade of grass grows】

If you saw the indescribable banner title from a distance, you would probably know that what was going on at the Olympic Sports Center was a competitive competition between schools.

The content is basketball games and city finals. The winning team can go further. For Shilan Middle School, a private aristocratic college, pampered young men rarely win corresponding honors in sports.

This year is a rare bumper harvest, because this school has welcomed two outstanding heroes.

"Chu Zihang!!! Mommy loves you (colored words)————"

"Hangbao, my treasure!!"

"Ritsuka!!! Look at me!!——"

"Japanese me!!"

All that could be seen was the colorful smoke remaining from the salute, and the deafening sound was the high-pitched cheers of the students, and even the shouts were broadcast on the radio.

Square-distributed basketball courts are now extremely polarizing.

On one side is a front line of young and beautiful girls, their fair or wheat-colored skin shining in the sun, joking with each other while holding basketballs between their waists and arms.

On one side is the men's lineup. They are fully focused and still indifferent. The two teams are tense with each other. King vs. king, general and general. Each other is warming up with the goal of the basket closer to them, secretly improving their state.

As for the auditorium - it's even more distinct.

On one side, there were all young girls. Their eyes were glowing red, their palms were clasped together, their legs were folded and they were jumping. There was nothing in their eyes except the handsome young man with broken black hair on the basketball court.

Chu Zihang was warming up and used a casual double-cross dribble. The girls felt as if they had been kicked by the opponent and their bodies went weak, almost causing a stampede.

On one side, there were all enthusiastic and excited teenagers. Their taut forearm muscles were the embodiment of their innermost emotions. Every time they raised their arms and shouted, they were cheering for another orange-haired girl to take off.

The girl jumped up and caught her teammate's dribble in mid-air. She deliberately made a big windmill hook and threw it into the basket. The ball drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and penetrated the strong wind. At the last moment, it appeared almost vertical. The situation passed to the Nets.

People roared hysterically again.

If we want to interpret the idiom of "huge crowd", then there is no more suitable place than the Olympic Sports Center at this moment, and there is no more suitable crowd than the boys and girls of Shilan Middle School at this moment.

Shilan Middle School has five classes in each grade, and there are fifteen classes in total in the third grade. Five people are selected from each class, and there are nearly a hundred supporters, including the classmates on Chuzi's flight and the classmates in Fujimaru Ritsuka's class. When everyone arrived, in addition to school funding, there were also quite a few individuals acting like Little Heavenly Girl. It would be better to say that they accounted for the majority.

The auditorium of a basketball court cannot be compared with that of a football stadium. Even for a professional event like the NBA, the auditorium is a little over 10,000. The auditorium at Shilan Middle School is only close to 1,000 people. How can it fill up this basketball court? Woolen cloth?

But these few thousand people seemed to have the momentum of tens of thousands.

Lu Mingfei, who was thinking about this kind of thing, was sitting in the front row, mainly because he took advantage of Fujimaru Ritsuka's reputation as the monitor of the first class of high school. The front row area was also surrounded by his class, and next to him was where Chu Zihang was. Class 1, sophomore year.

Unlike the cheering people around him, although Lu Mingfei also thought the squad leader scored a beautiful goal, he still had time to think about other things, such as the clear male-female ratio.

The purpose of the first class of high school was to cheer for Fujimaru Ritsuka, so the prepared position was naturally closer to the women's team's court. However, during the warm-up period, many little girls in the class couldn't help it. They and the high school students next to them The boys in Class 21 exchanged glances and immediately saw the desire in each other's eyes.

Both parties showed just the right smiles, just like modest gentlemen in ancient times.

Then everyone stood up and moved their positions one after another.

There was no way, very few people could refuse Chu Zihang. Didn't you see that the talented piano girl Liu Miaomiao ran over there silently, her voice broke when she called "Chu Zihang——" , no one can tell that she has learned some vocal music.

Of course, little means nothing. Lu Mingfei saw that Chen Wenwen still chose to sit in her original position and cheer for Lixiang after a while. Although her voice was not loud, she worked hard.

There is one person among the four major campus beauties who is willing to sacrifice for his colleagues, which is enough to prove the gold content of Fujimaru Ritsuka——

"Come on Ritsuka!!——"

A loud voice different from Chen Wenwen's came from Lu Mingfei's head, exploding like a cloud bomb. Lu Mingfei actually didn't know what a cloud bomb was, but it felt very vivid. The clouds were shaken away by this voice, just like two sea overlords with white beard and red hair were fighting each other on the ship, and the ladder to the sky suddenly appeared. .

The boy subconsciously covered his ears and looked embarrassed, then slowly turned his head.

"I'm going, Miss, why are you staying here?!"

"Um?"

Su Xiaoqiang, who was inexplicably cueed, lowered his head and looked down at Lu Mingfei, raising his eyebrows inexplicably.

"Any questions?"

Looking at the girl's unperplexed eyes, Lu Mingfei felt inexplicably guilty and muttered.

"Aren't you here to help Chu Zihang cheer up?"

"Huh? Have I ever said such a thing?" Su Xiaoqiang frowned.

"Then it doesn't count now."

"?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head. Although he was once curious about what happened to Su Xiaoqiang, when he thought about it carefully, it was actually nothing strange. The audience at Chu Zihang's side was also sparsely populated with a few boys.

There is no way, these two people are too good.

Just as Lu Mingfei glanced around, he could even see a few men in suits and sunglasses holding pens to record something.

At first, Lu Mingfei thought that the Fuzhou finals had attracted professionals to come and taste it. They must have been professional team scouts!

Feeling very proud, the boy pretended to move over there casually and took a look——

Swish, swish, swish.

The man in a suit with small glasses immediately performed a professional-level sketch in front of Lu Mingfei. He drew out the portraits of Chu Zihang and Fujimaru Ritsuka, then placed them under the sun and looked at them under the light. He nodded with satisfaction. The call was made.

"Boss, let's order a basketball album for the idol we want to support in the next issue, right?"

?

In addition to these young people, Lu Mingfei even saw a white-haired old man with a well-groomed beard holding a camera and admiring the scenery on the basketball court with the corners of his mouth raised.

Why is the old disrespectful?

Magical reality appeared on the face of the young man named Lu again and again. He did not want to think too much, but simply sat down and enjoyed the game——

Then he yelled when he scored a goal in the next warm-up

"The monitor is awesome!"

Su Xiaoqiang:?

The girl behind him looked at her like, "What's going on?" Lu Mingfei had no choice but to pretend not to notice, and secretly waved his empty mineral water bottle as a glow stick.

He said he wanted to help the monitor.

And at this moment, with the referee's prolonged sound, the game is about to begin.

The so-called jump ball at the start of the game is usually the responsibility of the team's center, but there are also cases where the power forward jumps the ball due to his relatively good jumping ability or timing.

Fujimaru Ritsuka plays point guard. This choice has no special meaning, just because point guard sounds cool. She thinks that the four words sound more exciting than forward or power forward, so she chose this position.

But coincidentally, this position is indeed more suitable for her.

First, being extraordinarily flashy on the outside, making fake swings, and accurate long-range and mid-range shots are all stereotypes left to the world as a defender, and these moves are generally practiced by players who are relatively short in stature. weapons.

Ritsuka is not short, but she still pales in comparison to the basketball players who are as tall as the iron tower.

second

boom.

With a muffled sound in the air, the ball flew towards him. When Ritsuka reached out to touch the ball with one hand, he pulled his arm back to release the force. When his body leaned back half an inch, the soles of his shoes made a long series of friction sounds with the ground of the basketball court.

"call"

The ball was still as quiet and obedient as a sleeping baby in the girl's not-so-huge palm. The orange hair was swaying in the air. The girl's short ponytail was even more restrained than usual, and her delicate swan neck was also exposed to the sun. Extremely dazzling.

"Eh~ As usual, should I talk trash?"

The girl smiled under the gaze of her enemy, feeling relaxed and disrespectful.

She said:

"Sister, I'm going to start spanking you from behind~"

The point guard connects the entire team's offensive responsibilities, has a broad vision, and controls the overall situation. He is also the player with the most chances to touch the ball in the team and controls the team's offensive rhythm.

The coach has only one requirement for the weak teams in this sport, the same as the men's team.

Leave it to Fujimaru Ritsuka (Chu Zihang).

ps: The author doesn’t understand basketball, so I won’t write too much about it. I just wrote this paragraph to write down a famous scene that I imagined in the next chapter.