In the arena, players from No. 1 Middle School are training.

Xiao Qingyang and Zhang Yong were injured and did not participate in the confrontation training. The remaining ten players were divided into two teams. One team was the white team, which were Yuan Feng, Han Hui, Zhou Lei, Gao Xiaoguang, and Zhuang Yu. The first team was the red team, respectively.

They are Yang Fei, Zhao Hao, Zhao Huai, Jiang Xuezhou, and Mo Fan.

This division of personnel is obviously unreasonable. Both the red and white teams have three inside players, which seems extremely crowded.

But without Xiao Qingyang and Zhang Yong, we can only make do with it.

Anyway, it’s just a tactical exercise.

"Run, show the tactics..." Yuan Feng shouted on the court, reminding his teammates to move. He himself was also moving, mentioning the line to pick and roll for Zhuang Yu.

With the help of this pick-and-roll, Zhuang Yu shook off the defense and moved to the right, staring at Yuan Feng. When he saw Yuan Feng passing down, Zhao Hao from the red team immediately rushed to cover up the defense, but missed Han Hui. Only Zhuang Yu could be seen.

Looking at Yuan Feng, he hit the ground and passed the ball to Han Hui.

After receiving the pass, Han Hui jumped up and dunked with both hands.

"I missed someone."

"There's nothing I can do."

Yang Fei and Zhao Hao looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

A moment later, Zhuang Yu broke through to score the ball, then ran by himself, moving close to the baseline, and came to the outside to get the ball. He first faked a shot, then accelerated to break through, took a step forward, and then made an emergency stop for a jumper. Three insiders crowded in

Inside, rushing inside is not a good option.

Whoosh!

There was a soft sound and the ball was scored.

"Good shot." An Xin cheered and said to Yang Guohui: "Coach, have you noticed that Zhuang Yu seems to be more calm on the court."

"Well, that's right." Yang Guohui nodded, "We should thank Yunan Middle School, they taught our players a lesson. After a game, everyone has improved, how could this kid Zhuang Yu not improve?

"

As he said this, he couldn't help but think of the upcoming competition. Humph, let alone last year's runner-up, even the defending champion would be destroyed.

...

At the end of the day's training, Zhuang Yu returned to the classroom.

Fatty Zhao came up and asked: "I heard that the semi-finals have been played. Are we sure we will face last year's runner-up No. 7 Middle School?"

"yes."

"Are you sure how Xiao Qingyang's injury is?"

Wu Xi, Li Guangmao, and several other classmates also gathered around, including two girls, all staring at Zhuang Yu.

After scanning the crowd, he didn't see Zhang Yuan coming. Zhuang Yu was a little surprised, but he didn't care. He smiled and said: "Xiao Qingyang is fine. As for whether he is sure, I can't say. Anyway, our goal has not changed, we still want to win the championship."

The students immediately felt relieved and expressed their determination to cheer for the basketball team.

After the students dispersed, Zhuang Yu sat down on his seat, turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yuan, and found that when she saw him looking at her, she immediately lowered her head, avoiding Zhuang Yu's eyes.

"Fat man." Zhuang Yu asked curiously: "Do you think Zhang Yuan has been a little strange these past two days? She doesn't come close to me and doesn't say anything. She seems to be avoiding me all the time."

"Ha, you just noticed it?" Fatty Zhao said with a smile: "I noticed it a long time ago." Then, he leaned close to Zhuang Yu's ear and lowered his voice: "I heard Zhang Qin in the class say, Zhang Yuan told them,

She doesn't like you now."

"Oh." Zhuang Yu wanted to ask why, but after thinking about it he decided not to.

Isn't this better?

However, I feel a little uncomfortable.

...

weekend.

At the entrance of No. 1 Lieutenant Colonel.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the players gathered at the school gate, preparing to rush to Jiangning No. 3 Middle School for the semifinals.

The venue of this game is Jiangning No. 3 Middle School, which is not far from No. 1 Middle School. The reason why it is at three o'clock in the afternoon, earlier than usual, is because it is the weekend.

In fact, many students have already rushed to No. 3 Middle School, such as Zhao Yuanhao, Li Guangmao, Wu Xi and others from Class 8.

Many students from other classes also rushed to No. 3 Middle School early, hoping to find a good seat in advance to cheer for the No. 1 Middle School basketball team.

"Is everyone here?" Yang Guohui glanced at everyone and shouted: "Let's go."

Everyone boarded the bus.

...

Half an hour later, the bus arrived at No. 3 Middle School.

Although the sports performance of No. 3 Middle School is average, it is one of the best high schools in Jiangning City and has the best infrastructure, including the basketball hall.

As soon as he arrived at the basketball hall, Zhuang Yu heard the loud noise from a distance.

"Good guy, how many people are here?"

"We haven't even entered yet, but the sound is already loud."

Yang Fei, Zhang Yong, Zhou Lei and other first-year high school players were also surprised. The previous three rounds of competition were not so lively.

Han Hui explained with a smile: "This is because it is the semi-finals and it is the weekend. In the previous three rounds, people from both schools of the participating teams will be present, as well as students from the schools where the competition is held. Today is different,

People from other unrelated schools also come to watch the game, so there are a lot of people."

Several old players looked calm, obviously they had known about it for a long time.

Although No. 1 Middle School didn't even make it into the top eight last year, Yuan Feng, Han Hui, and Jiang Xuezhou all went to watch the semifinals and finals.

"Oh." Yang Fei scratched his head, a little nervous.

"Don't be nervous, that is, there are more people." Yuan Feng comforted Yang Fei, Zhang Yong and Zhou Lei, then pointed at Zhuang Yu and Xiao Qingyang with a smile, "Look, Zhuang Yu and Xiao Qingyang are not nervous."

When the three of them took a look, it turned out that Zhuang Yu and Xiao Qingyang didn't look nervous at all on their faces, and the three of them felt a little embarrassed. But when they thought about it again, Zhuang Yu and Xiao Qingyang were strong and confident, so they weren't nervous. How could they compete with them?

A group of people walked into the arena.

Suddenly, a huge noise came.

There were cheers and boos, and the auditorium was almost full. After all, the auditorium in a high school basketball gym is actually not too spacious.

Some are students from No. 1 Middle School, some are students from No. 7 Middle School, there are also students from No. 3 Middle School, and students from other schools...it's very lively.

"The people from No. 7 Middle School are already here." Yuan Feng rushed onto the field and pouted.

Zhuang Yu looked around and saw a group of people warming up on the court, wearing blue jerseys with the words "Jiangning No. 7 Middle School" printed on them.

He scanned a group of players from No. 7 Middle School and matched their names with the information about the players from No. 7 Middle School that he had learned before.

At the same time, people from No. 7 Middle School also looked this way.

"That No. 15 is Xiao Qingyang. I heard he was injured. I wonder if he will fight today?"

"It doesn't matter. He's just a rookie. He gets a lot of praise outside, but I think it's just like that."

"The one standing next to Yuan Feng is Zhuang Yu. In the last game No.1 Middle School played against Yunan Middle School, he scored 28 points alone and helped No.1 Middle School win. It is said that he is also very powerful, with sharp breakthroughs and good passing skills.

Inferior to Xiao Qingyang."

"Oh? That's it. He's only 1.8 meters tall and doesn't look very good. But he can score 27 points in a game. Let's pay more attention to him later."

The players from the No. 7 Middle School were looking at Zhuang Yu and others while also talking. The two sides had not met before, and they could only match their numbers by comparing their jerseys at this moment.
Chapter completed!