The next day, Sunday, at six o'clock in the morning, it was dawn. The dormitory was quiet except for the slight snoring of the roommates. Radar got up quietly.

At this point, it was the weekend again, and there was no one in the playground or the stadium. There was only a figure, passing by in the wind on half of the track.

Radar held a stopwatch in one hand and timed his 100-meter run, which was 11.8 seconds. For a high school student, this speed was already considered as taking off.

Shaking his head and not satisfied with his results, Radar started sprinting practice again. But pure sprinting didn't mean much to Radar. What he needed was to run with the ball.

On the court, Radar dribbled the ball from the left basket to the right basket, then dribbled the ball from the right back to the left, constantly going back and forth, and then added obstacles.

He practiced shooting when he was tired from running. Radar knew not to go as crazy as last night, otherwise he would be so tired on the court that he would become famous again in school tomorrow.

Radar couldn't see the appearance of Xincheng Middle School at 4:30 in the morning. No, it wasn't that he couldn't do it, but the school didn't allow it. After entering winter time, the school's morning class time was changed to 8:10, and the collective of the Mamba team

The training time was also changed to 6:30, but on Monday the radar still went downstairs at 6:00.

As soon as I arrived at the court and dribbled the ball back and forth, my radar saw a figure running towards me in a hurry.

"Isn't it boring to train alone?"

Radar smiled and said, "Together?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I go downstairs so early?"

From that day on, Radar and Mouse got up half an hour earlier than the rest of the Mamba team to train every day. Since it was raining and they couldn't train, they went to the teaching building and ran the stairs from the first floor to the fifth floor, and from the fifth floor to the first floor.

Building, the two of them went rain or shine. After self-study in the evening, the two of them would practice speed or strength on the playground, half an hour longer than the others. Although it was an extra hour a day, over time, Radar and Wu Hao would improve their own

The gap with others is getting wider and wider.

On Monday, the two came to the court. Lida was still practicing his dribbling, while Wu Hao was practicing shooting. He just started training and lost more than an hour of rest every day. Naturally, he was not as energetic as before during class during the day.

In math class, the two of them dozed off, and the math teacher asked them if they had been a thief last night. As for math, in this second-rate school, only a few people can understand it, so it is easy to get sleepy.

Being punished to stand outside the classroom, Radar secretly took a peek inside and saw that Fang Lu was staring at him. Radar smiled and signaled that it was okay.

"Do you regret it?" Radar asked the mouse.

"What are you regretting? Let's continue tomorrow."

"good."

After class was over, Fang Lu came over and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, math class is so boring, I fell asleep just listening to it." Radar replied with a smile.

"Hehe, I feel bored too."

Radar did not tell Fang Lu the truth, because with Fang Lu's temperament, Radar estimated that she would probably get up early to accompany him. Although the relationship between the two was like a layer of window paper that had not been pierced, they knew each other well.

, the school also explicitly prohibits puppy love, so the situation is quite good.

After a few days, I got used to getting up early, no longer felt drowsy during the day, and everything returned to normal.

The weekend is quickly approaching, and on Friday afternoon the Mamba team received a letter of challenge. Of course, it was their opponent on Saturday afternoon, the Grade 1 and 5 students known as the Balance Sect.

The challenge was written by Qian Feng, the opponent's small forward. This Qian Feng fell in love with Zhou Wen in the radar class, but Zhou Wen never looked at him. He also knew that Wu Hao and Zhou Wen were interested in that, so he wanted to

He and Wu Hao decide who is stronger, and even threatens Wu Hao not to be with Zhou Wenyi if he loses.

Later, he also said that Liu Yong was going to blow up Radar, and threatened that Radar would not score more than ten points in this game. Finally, there were the signatures of each member of the Kinkou Sect, but the characters were written in a variety of ways, but few could read them.

Regarding this immature performance, Wu Hao laughed it off and shook off the challenge. It was just a quick talk. Basketball requires skills and the cooperation of a team. It is not about who has the loudest mouth.

Wu Hao has confidence in himself. Whether it is physical fitness or technical aspects, he will not lose to Qian Feng. If it were two months ago, it would be hard to say who would win. Since joining the Mamba team, when Qian Feng was still

While he was soundly asleep and dreaming of erotic dreams, Mouse had already started training with the Mamba team.

In terms of burst speed, no one in the first year of high school can be faster than him except Radar. In terms of strength, just look at Wu Hao's strong muscles. Technical aspects have been his main training event for the past two months. In Radar's

Under the training plan, he is no longer what he was two months ago.

In addition, he also has a group of teammates on the Mamba team who work well together and are united, why should Qian Feng?

When Mamba team member Wu Jie and others learned about the opponent's challenge, they all felt insulted and resentful.

Wu Jie even cursed and wanted to draft a letter of challenge: "Damn it, if the Kinkou sect dares to challenge us, his grandma won't even recognize him if he is beaten tomorrow."

Of course, Radar will not let them act recklessly. How the other party behaves is their business. The Mamba team only needs to win tomorrow's game with a normal heart, and they will naturally shut up. Before the game, you can provoke them in any way. If you lose the game, you will still

If you have the nerve to continue, then welcome the clown's performance.

After class on Friday, Radar gathered everyone together to make arrangements for tomorrow's game.

"Everyone remember in tomorrow's game, you can play how you want. No matter how provocative they are, they are all classmates after all. We don't have to argue with them verbally. The Mamba team only speaks based on their strength. Especially you Wu Jie and Hu Yue,

You must keep your mouth shut, the more ferocious they provoke, the more embarrassing they will be if they lose, you know."

Wu Jie smiled and said: "I know, you are still ruthless. I'm looking forward to seeing Liu Yong and Qian Feng being beaten up tomorrow."

Radar continued to arrange: "Starting Radar, Wu Jie, Wu Hao, Hu Feifei, Wang Dawei. The opponent Liu Yong has a characteristic that he likes to break through from the right. No matter who switches to defend against him, he must block his right. Wu Jie, you

My task is to keep an eye on Fang Tao's fixed-point shooting. Ah Fei, I believe you can withstand the bulldozer's offensive inside. You just need to defend him with all your strength, don't worry about physical fitness."

Ah Fei smiled honestly and said: "Don't worry, it's just a bulldozer. I am a copper wall and an iron wall. He can't break it."

After the radar arrangements were completed, Wu Hao alone did not have clear instructions. He asked: "What about me?"

Radar made a half fist with his right hand, hammered Mouse's shoulder, and said: "Tomorrow, you are waiting to be the most handsome guy in the entire stadium."

Mouse understands what Radar means, and the implication is that he will feed himself the ball. Not only him, but the entire Mamba team will feed him the ball, and all he needs to do is to catch the ball and shoot. It's that simple!
Chapter completed!