"I didn't expect it to win Jiangning No.1 Middle School."

"I did not expect that there was a double tower, and the ace player Yang Yi, the excellent sixth person Xu Haidong's Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School, actually lost to Jiangning No. 1 Middle School."

"Starting from the third quarter, Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School actually lost in the third quarter, and lost in the middle of the middle of the middle of the middle of the middle. Unfortunately, if they did not fight against Jiang Ning No. 1 Middle School, they were firmly in control.

Rhythm, I am afraid it is Jiang Ning Yizhong. "

"How can there be so many if the court is like a battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly, and everything may happen. This is basketball."

"Too......"

The dust of the game is settled, and the fans on the audience are calm. They can objectively comment on this game today.

Many people think that Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School has lost, but they have to admit that Jiang Ning No.1 Middle School is very strong. The coach is very courageous and brave.

"Let's go." Zhou Zhiming stood up and asked the nephew: "When is the next game of Jiangning No. 1 Middle School? Forget it, wait for the knockout match."

"Ah, uncle, do you still have to come?" Zhou An was surprised.

This time I drew my uncle by myself, mainly because I wanted the uncle to give it to a free driver, and just at school, so that the uncle was convenient.

Zhou Zhiming laughed: "This Jiangning No.1 Middle School is very interesting. It is rarely seen in domestic high school teams. I want to see how far they can go."

Zhou An responded and grinned: "I also want to know if they can break into the quarterfinals, even semi -finals, finals?"

The two left the stadium.

Come to the parking lot Zhou Zhiming drove in the car and return to Dongyuan City.

Speaking of them, they and Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School are from Dongyuan City, but they are not fans of Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School. In fact, I do n’t know much about Dongyuan No. 3 Middle School.

... ...

Two hours later.

The uncle and nephew returned to Dongyuan City, the car came to the gate of a school, and the school's door wrote a few words "Dongyuan Basketball School".

"Didi ..."

Zhang Zhiming pressed the horn and greeted the door outside the window. The gatekeeper was an old man. He pushed the brim and saw the person who laughed immediately.

The teaching assistant is back. "

"Um." Zhang Zhiming nodded with a smile, drove the car into the school, stopped at the parking space near the teaching building, and said to Zhou An: "Get off the car, hurry back to class."

"Oh." Zhou Anli jumped out of the car and ran away.

Looking at the back of the nephew, Zhou Zhiming showed a smile, walked to the other side, and came to the teacher's office building.

I saw a lot of people along the way and greeted him.

"Assistant Zhou is back."

"Where did I go to the instructor Zhou in the afternoon? Coach Aike was still looking for you."

I heard that coach Aike was looking for himself, Zhou Zhiming raised his eyebrow: "Oh, what's the matter with coach Aike looking for me? Uh, he was still there, I went to find him."

One person rushed to the office and made a mouthful: "Here. It seems to be a training plan. I heard that I want to adjust the training plan, and I don't know the specific ones."

Zhou Zhiming nodded.

This school is a teaching mode that combines professional training and cultural learning. The school aims to cultivate outstanding youth basketball players. It performs semi -military management. The school is not large, but it is very professional.

Because it is the first basketball training center in NBA and a "pilot project" of the NBA. In order to highlight the importance of this "project", the NBA company even brought the basketball technical director and the well-known coach Ronfie.

As the chief coach of this school.

Zhou Zhiming is an assistant and translation of coach Aike. There have been managers who have stayed in the United States.

Before coming to coach Aike's office, Zhou Zhiming knocked on the door.

The voice came from the inside: "Please enter."

Zhou Zhiming pushed open the door and entered, and saw a white old man who was more than half of his hair and his hair was already bald at the desk. What was writing.

He was coach Ron-Aike.

"Coach Aike." Zhou Zhiming shouted.

Coach Aike raised his head, waved Zhou Zhiming, motioned him to sit down, and asked with a smile: "I heard you go to watch the game, is the CBA game?"

"No." Zhou Zhiming was a little surprised. He didn't expect that coach Aike didn't talk about the business, but asked him what the game was to watch, but he replied: "It is a high school basketball game.

. ""

"Oh, is the high school basketball league?" Coach Aike seemed to be interested. "So it should also be a teenager, almost the same as the students in our school. Come, tell me about this game, I feel very much

interest."

Zhou Zhiming suddenly understood.

Because the participating groups are also a group of teenagers, they are similar to the students of Dongyuan Basketball School, so coach Aike is so interested.

Immediately, he said the game again, and couldn't help commented: "This is a wonderful game, especially Jiang Ning No.1 Middle School, which gives me a deep impression. Their style and most domestic high school teams are

Different, I don’t know if they were originally such a play, or forced to do so due to the height of the opponent's inside. "

"But they are really great, they are a group of very good guys."

After listening, Coach Aike nodded: "It sounds good. If you have a chance, I may go to see it. Okay, let's talk about work now."

Zhou Zhiming nodded, he didn't take it seriously about coach Aike, coach Aike was very busy, most of them had no time to see.

What's more, it's just a high school league, not the national competition, it's just the provincial league.

... ...

A bus form is on the highway, and the car is the basketball team of Jiangning No. 1 Middle School.

Everyone did not speak, set off in the morning, returned at night, and played in the middle. This arrangement is too tired.

A group of players were resting their eyes, Zhuang Yu was sleeping, but it felt itchy from the nose. He subconsciously rubbed his nose and opened his eyes to see, but An Ye's hair. An Yan leaned on his shoulders.

It seems that I fell asleep, and the hair was blown into Zhuang Yu's game by the air of the air conditioner.

Seeing that An Yan was asleep, Zhuang Yu didn't wake her. He glanced at teammates, everyone was sleeping, but ... the coach did not.

Coach Yang Guohui was sitting in front, and a laptop was placed on his legs, which seemed to be writing.

I can't see what I write, but Zhuang Yu can't help but respect, the players are hard, and the coach is also hard.

During the competition, the coach needs to line up. After the game, the coach needs to analyze and summarize the competition. Even everyone is resting in the car, and the coach is still working.

"Coach." Zhuang Yu whispered.

"Huh?" Coach Yang Guohui turned.

Zhuang Yudao: "Coach, are you still busy? Take a while, you have to pay attention to your body."

Yang Guohui smiled relieved, and said, "It's okay, that is, today this game brought me some inspiration, and soon it would be fine."

Inspiration?
Chapter completed!