let loose

It may be due to fate, the opponent in the semi-finals of No. [-] Middle School is the favorite team to win the championship, which includes both Fengnan High School and Ning District No. [-] Middle School.Coincidentally, the legendary Fengnan Curry was among them.

In Song Mian's eyes, the name this person claims to the outside world is quite shameless, so he paid special attention to this little Curry during the group report.

He was a thin man with curly bangs, fair and clean, roughly estimated to be less than 1.8 meters tall, and his school uniform was loosely worn by him, with a gentle bookish look all over his body.

In fact, such a figure basically belongs to the type that everyone dislikes on the court, and the defense is too weak.

Even though the era of small ball is becoming more and more popular nowadays, people are not as obsessed with athletes' body as before, but the traditional deep-rooted big ball style of play is obviously not so easy to be completely replaced, and small players are still criticized.

However, if one's own skills pass the test, and the offensive is stronger than the weak defensively, that's another way of saying it.

"Don't look at him as thin."

Zheng Qiran covered his mouth, and whispered in Song Mian's ear, "It's so damn nimble when you run, it's like a fish, it's so slippery you can't even catch it."

"Did he really shoot five three-pointers last year?" Song Mian was more concerned about this.

In the basketball games of high school students, it is rare for them to stand out from the crowd. Those who can be selected for the school team basically do not have much difference in skills. Three points, really incredible.

"Really, three consecutive hits, and two in the last quarter." Zheng Qiran pulled out his phone and looked at the memo, "I don't have a deep impression on other things, but I just scored three three-pointers in this row. It's solid, it's really awesome forced."

I don't know if he sensed that someone was talking about him behind him, but Xiao Curry suddenly turned his head from the front row, just in time to meet Song Mian's eyes that he had no time to hide.

Song Mian looked at him calmly for a few seconds, then rolled her eyes, and nonchalantly shifted her gaze to the basketball stand next to her.

On the open-air basketball court, the sun seems to peek out from behind the clouds, and the ground is cloudy and sunny.At this time, spectators entered the stands one after another, and most of them were students of the Affiliated High School in black and white school uniforms.

The auditorium was not specially divided into places. The cheerleaders from No. [-] Middle School were only the dozen or so people who came to participate in the competition, and the cheerleaders from other schools were similar. The stands were not full, but they were lively enough.

Song Mian was a little nervous, the zipper of his school uniform was stuck at the top, he tucked his chin into the neckline, and his body was stiff for a long time without daring to move.

Their group of athletes, starters and substitutes, a dozen or so people sat in front of the auditorium of the No. [-] Middle School, separated by a yellow line in the middle, and Jiang Zhou and his father were sitting there no more than two meters away behind him. , of course, there is also that Shang Qinghua.

"Come on, come on! Class 6 is hanging!"

"Second year 6, go for it! No. [-] middle school, go for it!"

"Goofy! When you come back triumphantly, I will treat you to supper! You can eat as much as you want!"

No. 6 Middle School didn’t have class in the afternoon yet, and taking advantage of the last few minutes of lunch break, Chu Qingci seized the time to watch a video with the group of live treasures in Class [-]. The faces of a group of boys and girls quickly scanned the screen, and Lin Pingping even more so. Invite guests on the spot.

Tan Jun and Zheng Qiran couldn't help laughing, and they made a lot of trouble in 2 minutes.

Only Song Mian sat upright, and every time he needed to turn his head, his head barely stayed at a 45-degree angle.

No. [-] Middle School played in the second group. In the first group, the two teams were at different levels. Song Mian lost interest before the first quarter was over.

When this group of competitions came to an end, the auditorium of the No. [-] Middle School became restless.

"Later, Lin Tingxi jumps the ball, you bounce well, grab the ball if you can, the variable is not here." Tan Jun said while taking off his coat: "Lin Yuan and Xu Yihang press the left and right lines, Song Mian presses the left, the point is Find some goals. The opponent is much bigger than us, pay attention to returning to defense."

"Fuck, I didn't feel anything at first, but after you made such an arrangement, I suddenly became a little nervous." Xu Yihang pulled off his coat and threw it on the seat, "My little heart is pounding."

Xu Yihang is the acne brother, he can see that he is really nervous, and two new red dots appeared on his forehead.

"You're dead if your little heart doesn't beat!" Lin Yuan looked very calm, and he moved most diligently when he was warming up on the spot.

"Come on! Come on!"

The cheerleaders in the stands have already started shouting.

More than half of the contestants from the No. [-] Middle School were girls, and a few girls were holding hands. Before it even started, the sound of cheering almost called for splits.

"Song Mian! Turn back!"

Song Mian bent down and just finished tying his shoelaces when he heard someone calling him, and subconsciously raised his head and turned around.

Just a few clicks, several mobile phones were operating at the same time, and several close-up photos were taken.

Song Mian: "..."

Song Mian took the opportunity to glance in the direction of Jiang Zhou when he turned his head, and then this was so fast that he didn't see clearly, and he really didn't have the courage to look back again, but at this time, no one wanted to shoot him.

The warm-up was over and the athletes started to play. As soon as Song Mian got up, someone called him from behind: "Hey! Little brother Song Mian! Turn back, turn back!"

Hold.Who the fuck is the little brother?

Song Mian frowned, and turned her head to look over.I saw Shang Qinghua pointing a mobile phone at him, wondering if he was taking pictures of him.

Jiang Zhou was sitting next to Shang Qinghua, with an indifferent expression.Song Mian didn't dare to look at Jiang Zhou's father's face, but felt that this Shang Qinghua...

Is it a provocation?

It's a provocation!

The second group of matches officially started, and the two sides organized players to enter the field.

"Safety first, competition second." Xu Chenglin led the athletes into the field and told them before leaving.

On the other side of the stands, there was only a cheerleading team of seven or eight girls shouting and screaming excitedly, but they couldn't make out what they were yelling.

The opponent's cheerleaders were naturally not to be outdone, cheering one after another.

Before the game, the two sides shook hands friendly, and the referee raised his hand to signal.

Maybe it's Nie Yuan, the one standing across from Song Mian is that little Curry, who looks even more fucking creamy from a closer look.

When they met for the first time, there seemed to be some kind of magnetic field that they couldn't get used to. They smiled at each other and shook hands symbolically.

Lin Tingxi grabbed the ball, and the opponent's representative was taller than him. The two jumped almost simultaneously when the whistle sounded. The basketball was thrown in the air, and Lin Tingxi jumped higher and reacted faster.

With a sudden slap of the palm, the ball flew to the left line, and Xu Yihang touched the ball.

After running on the field, the audience roared and shouted.

Blood sports are like this, once the game starts, sweat, running, that kind of hormones, strong collision and fighting, the students from other schools who were still holding their hands and refused to make a sound before could not hold back their roars.

The opponent's players are obviously experienced, and Xu Yihang can't break through with the ball.

Song Mian hadn't even reached the center line when two big, tall men from the other side entangled him tightly.

He stretched out his hand in a semi-circular arc, yelled "Hey" in the direction of Lin Tingxi, made a buttonhole gesture with two fingers, and ran towards Xu Yihang.

He can actually feel that his condition is not particularly good.His head hurts like it's about to explode, and he's always thinking about Jiang Zhou and Jiang Zhou's father, and he can't concentrate.

Lin Tingxi understood, dodged, and rushed into the frontcourt from the middle, and followed Song Mian one by one. Xu Yihang made a fake gesture of waving his hands, and changed direction the next second when the ball was thrown to Lin Tingxi.

Song Mian leaped to catch the ball, and there were two double-teams behind him, one of whom was Curry.Without hesitation, he threw the ball directly from beyond the three-point line.

In fact, this was a bad ball that he thought was crooked and he was going to die. The second he threw it, he even wanted to chop himself to death with his palm.

He was so restless.

Surprisingly—the ball went in and landed firmly in the basket.

The stands suddenly erupted into shouts, bursts of sound.

"Ahhh! Song Mian! Song Mian! Ahhh!"

The girls of No. [-] Middle School were busier than the athletes on the field. Not only did they have to cheer, but they also had to keep clicking on their mobile phones.

"Wow! My brother Song!!! Awesome!!!"

Zheng Qiran was ecstatic, couldn't help getting up and patting his chest vigorously a few times, surprise and excitement were written all over his face.

Although scoring is all about luck, scoring is considered scoring.After clapping hands with Lin Tingxi and Tan Jun one after another, Song Mian subconsciously glanced in the direction of Jiang Zhou outside the arena, and the sweat from the corner of his forehead slid down the peak of his eyebrows to the end of his eyes.

Yizhong and Shengguang team scored three points at the beginning. Song Mian's unintentional luck added to the show, which stimulated the morale of both sides that had not yet fully opened up, and also made the opponent further increase their defense against him.

The game continued, and Curry quickly responded with a three-pointer. The start was a 3:3 tie, and the game was extremely anxious from the beginning.

"The kid is not bad."

Shang Qinghua held his mobile phone in his right hand to record the video, and patted Jiang Zhou's shoulder with his left hand, and said with a smile: "He played the ball well. Alas, I saw him look at you several times. His eyes are lingering. , I don't believe you didn't find out, and you didn't give people any reaction, so why pretend to be cold. What if it affects the children's performance and loses? Smile."

Jiang Zhou couldn't bear the disturbance, so he pulled out the headset and hung it around his neck in exchange for quietness.

Song Mian took the opportunity to take a quick look outside the field when he was running halfway, and happened to see this scene, and his legs immediately went limp.