Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

Jian Ze'an fell into confusion.

The prophetic dream at the beginning was because he could dream of Xia Heran, whom he had never seen or heard the name of, which convinced him that this was the future.

But with the differences between reality and dreams again and again, he also gradually felt that maybe the dream is just a possibility, and the future can be changed.

But now...

He thought of the stories he had read before, in which the reborn was so busy trying to steal other people's chances, but in the end he found that the destined result still belonged to the original protagonist...

Jian Ze'an scratched her hair in distress.

So, even if the various plots have changed, the final general direction remains the same?Or will it return to the road that Xia Heran and Cheng Zichen became familiar with?

He felt that he had walked into a maze that he couldn't figure out the direction of.

Also because of this distress, he was a little distracted during class, and it was not until Lao Liang called his name harshly that he woke up with a jolt.

After all, fate may deceive you, plot may deceive you, but knowledge does not.

At noon, it was the semi-finals two-two pk, class 9 vs. class 8, class 11 vs. class 18.

比起9班和8班的你死我活，11班又算是抽到了“上上签”——18班是从一个很弱的小组中，在三个班菜鸡互啄积分1：1：1的情况下，凭借小分突围进入四强的。

This made Class 11 have a 12-point difference in the semi-finals.

The semi-finals are at noon on Monday, and the finals are after school in the afternoon, so there is no preparation time.

After all, a major event that will be ushered in at the same time this week is called the monthly exam.

It's on Thursday and Friday.

The time of the basketball game was compressed as much as possible, and it lasted more than a week, but at least two days had to be left before the monthly exam, so that the teachers could tighten the strings for the students.

In fact, the teacher complained to the school many times about the basketball game, but the school couldn’t do anything about it—the basketball game is a tradition of No. [-] Middle School, and the students must be given some breathing time and cannot be cancelled.And the monthly exam - the monthly exam, the monthly exam, every month.The monthly exam is close to the basketball game in any month, what can I do?

Doing it in the first month of school is better than distracting students at the end of the middle term, right?

In short, in order to compress the time, after finishing class 18 at noon, the students in class 11 who easily entered the finals ushered in the opponent class 8.

Class 8's ability to enter the finals is naturally a difficult nut to crack.

Even if Lin Xiao led the players to discuss tactics at every turn this afternoon, and actually went on the field, he still played hard, and even appeared to be suppressed for the first time since a basketball game.Lin Xiao was watched closely by two people from Class 8 all the time, and Jian Ze'an did not underestimate him. Another person from Class 8 was responsible for cutting off the passing route between Jian Ze'an and Lin Xiao.

Baihuo, Hong Chuanglei, and Chen Bin received less "care" and were weakly marked. They seemed to be liberated, but their offensive ability was relatively insufficient, and they failed to convert this advantage into goals.

Although their excellent defensive ability also greatly hindered Class 8's attack, Class 8 still had the upper hand.

Jian Ze'an stared irritably at the member of Class 8 who had stuck to him to death, feeling really anxious.This is the final.

After finally making it to the final, who wouldn't want that championship?

And, no next year, it's the last basketball game in high school.

He wants to win!

Especially think about it!

It wasn't just him, he could feel the anxiety emanating from several of his teammates.Even if they are already behind at this moment, everyone is fighting desperately.

Jian Ze'an glanced at the scene in front of him.

White Fire is shooting again.

——Even if he had wasted 6 opportunities before, all of them failed to enter because of the destruction of the first class or the 8th class.

Bai Huo is actually the one who cares about face-saving. Jian Ze'an has long discovered that he has a bad habit of studying, that is, he simply doesn't do the questions that are likely to be wrong, and feels that it is "shameful" to rack his brains and make mistakes.

But at this moment, he missed shots again and again, and the students from other classes watching the finals even started to boo him, and he continued to fight for shots as if he didn't hear it.

The students in Class 11 on the sidelines were all working hard, and even Jian Ze'an could hear several familiar voices and his voice became hoarse.Many usually quiet girls clenched their fists and jumped, as if they wanted to rush to the stage to help.

...want to win.

However, at the end of the first half, Class 11 trailed by 5 points.

The score looked ugly. 19:14.

Looking at the score, I feel that both sides scored few goals. Those who don't know think it's just pecking at each other.But it is actually the result of the two sides using the defensive players to nail the offensive players to each other.

It's just that class 11 was severely suppressed.The cooperation between Lin Xiao and Jian Ze'an has always been the key weapon in class 11's offense. The two were desperately separated and the fight was tied.

"It won't work like this."

At halftime, Lin Xiao kicked the basketball hoop hard.

"Fuck, the number 14 on the opposite side is like my personal nanny." Jian Ze'an told himself ten thousand times to calm down, but he was still caught off guard.He tore the tissue in his hand into a ball.

"The opponent's strategy is obvious, which is to restrict you two." Chen Bin said with a depressed expression.

"Simple and rude, but the effect... Fuck. I'm sorry Brother Xiao An, I'm not capable." Hong Chuanglei seemed to have lost his usual activity and lowered his head.

"And me. They don't care much about me in defense. I didn't make a goal either. The chances I wasted were enough for Brother Xiao An to make a dozen shots." Bai Huo looked at his hands, not knowing what to think. What.

"I also……"

"Okay, okay, is this a self-criticism meeting? We don't have time for this." Lin Xiao took a deep breath, and lightly tapped Hong Chuanglei's shoulder with a drink that was not ice-cold, "Discuss how to solve it. The strategy of class 8 is effective, and it should continue in the second half. What do you think?"

Bai Huo shook his head, he couldn't think of it.In the first half he also tried to create a goal, there was no chance at all.

Hong Chuanglei and Chen Bin were also puzzled.

"Ze'an?" Lin Xiao looked at Jian Ze'an.

The latter racked his brains desperately, trying to find a glimmer of hope from the impenetrable blockade of Class 8.com.

But I can't seem to see it.

Lin Xiao didn't get an answer, and his eyes dimmed.But as the captain, he straightened up immediately, and even showed a slight smile: "It's okay, at most, I'll be reckless in the second half. Isn't it just two defensive players, I haven't played 1-vs-many before? What are you afraid of? Just fight hard."

He patted his teammates on the shoulder in turn.

The students on the sidelines could see what he was doing, and the Sports Committee of Class 11 suddenly shouted: "Class 11——"

"come on--!!!"

The voices of all Class 11 students exploded and gathered together, like the Yellow River or a waterfall, slamming into the boulder, triggering a huge echo.

For a moment, Jian Ze'an felt his ears buzzing.

All five players could not help but look to the sidelines.

When the students saw them turning their heads back, their voices became more majestic.

"Class 11—"

"come on!"

"Brother Xiao—"

"come on!"

"Brother An—"

"come on!"

The students chanted, from class 11 to every team member on the field, as if they wanted to add all the energy in their bodies to the five people on the field through the roar.

"...Damn." Hong Chuanglei rubbed his face, "I have a sore nose."

"What are you afraid of? I'll fight. I will fight for the grandchildren in my class." Bai Huo glared viciously at Class 8, who was on the half-time break.

Jian Ze'an felt that countless thoughts and emotions were churning, converging, and colliding in his heart at this moment. He looked at the familiar face and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"—Wait. I seem to have an idea."

After thinking for a while, he tapped his chin with his finger: "I actually have an idea, I don't know if it will work."

"Idea? Tell me."

Lin Xiao looked back at him abruptly, his eyes gleaming.

"The strategy of Class 8 is to abolish our two scoring points. Leizi's offensive ability is weak and the scoring efficiency is low, so we are overwhelmed by Class 8."

The rest time passed by second by second. Jian Ze'an quickly described the situation in the first half, and the others kept nodding.

"I think this is a bit like Tian Ji's horse race - I mean if it is measured by offensive ability. Class 8 uses the three weakest offensive players to hold back the two strongest offensive players on our side. But I have a crooked My idea, can we use interference to sacrifice our two offensive points to hold more of them?"

"Tell me specifically?"

"In the second half, Lin Xiao, we don't want the ball anymore."

Bai Huo took a deep breath and said anxiously, "No, it's hard for the three of us to score..."

"Then let Class 8 score less than us. Isn't it relative to have low scoring efficiency? I mean, Lin Xiao, if we don't get rid of those three defenses, we will make trouble and be responsible for destroying the remaining two people in Class 8." For example, if we pretend we are going to grab the ball, then the three people watching us will definitely think that we are trying to score and hang on to us. But in fact, we don't need to really attack, we just need to involve the three 'personal nannies' 'At the same time, block the two offensive players of class 8, attract firepower, and create opportunities for Baihuo and them. No matter how low their scoring efficiency is, they can always score if they have more opportunities."

Jian Ze'an spoke his mind and looked at Lin Xiao.

The opponent's fingers kept pulling the wristband on the other hand, which was an unconscious movement when he was thinking when he was nervous.

For a moment, Lin Xiao raised his head and looked at his teammates one by one.Everyone is waiting for his judgment.

He gritted his teeth: "Done it! Anyway, there is no better way. Huozi, Leizi, Binzi, you three should seize the opportunity to fight hard, and it doesn't matter if you fail, understand?"

"Success! Understood!"

The other three roared in unison.

Lin Xiao took a deep breath, a little smile appeared on his face.

He held out his palm and spread it out.

Jian Ze'an's hand fell on it, only to feel that the other party's palm was wet.

He glanced at Lin Xiao, who smiled firmly, as if shining brightly, no one could see that he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

Hong Chuanglei's hand was attached to the back of Jian Ze'an's, followed by Bai Huo, and then Chen Bin.

"come on!"

The five big boys yelled at the same time, and the yelling soon merged with the cheers of all the students in Class 11 on the sidelines.

The referee blows his whistle and the second half begins.

The author has something to say: I can't help but write about the basketball finals.

I really love boys who are doing their best to shine.

I hope my supporting characters are also shining.