When the drum beat sounded in the Tianxing Basketball Stadium, everyone in the stadium fell silent.
Drums are a very niche musical instrument.
But its sound is like a surging heartbeat, like the sound of horse hooves trampling the earth, making the scalp of those who hear the drum feel numb and the hair on the hair standing on end.
The sound of drums is shocking.
Whether it was the members of the Zhenzhong school team who had just entered the venue, or the Hongyuan school team, Zhai Haihua, Dewey and others, no one expected that Han Xiaochen and the others in the stands would do such a trick.
As Han Xiaochen, Qin Huai and the others accelerated their drumsticks falling down, they became more impassioned and the majestic drum sound penetrated the entire Tianxing Basketball Stadium, shocking everyone who was entering the stadium outside.
Dewey's eyes widened, he swallowed hard, and quickly took a picture of this strange and rare scene. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm
There were even some self-media people who had just arrived and a few people who were running live broadcasts and recorded it all!
After playing the song, Han Xiaochen and Qin Huai wiped their sweat and looked at each other with a smile.
They didn't just knock on it haphazardly.
The drum song is called "The Dragon Raises Its Head", which was specially selected and trained by Han Xiaochen for today's competition.
The people in their Class 9, whether they do something or not do it, they will definitely take it seriously and go all out when they do it.
"So drum music can be so inspiring?"
"What the hell are you talking about? Drum music has always been inspiring, but now there are very few people who know how to do it."
"That's right. Ancient war drums are essential on the battlefield and can be considered one of the weapons."
"Swords can kill, and drums can do the same, but they are just two different ways of killing!"
"Awesome!"
"What is the name of this drum song? The dragon raises its head? What a great name, it fits the occasion!"
"My junior high school classmates are in Hongyuan, and they are all waiting to see the jokes of our Zhenzhong school team! Hum hum, I don't know who will laugh at who in the end!"
"Haha, isn't it because in our school team this year, only Wei Xiaotian was the main player last year?"
"Lin Gou, Lao Yue, Brigadier, kill them all!"
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The way the Zhenzhong school team enters the field is quite unique.
"Good guy, what kind of trouble is this in Class 9? But I like it!" Lin Lei walked into the venue with a big smile, feeling extremely happy.
Such a coquettish welcome ceremony suited him very well.
Fan Jun, Wei Xiaotian and others were also extremely surprised.
Lin Weirui, Yue Zhanye, Zhou Lu and the others were extremely excited.
They know their classmates will come to cheer them on.
But they had no idea their classmates would cheer them on in such an amazing way.
The three people who walked into the venue were filled with endless fighting spirit and felt that their whole bodies had endless strength.
The three of them looked at each other and nodded firmly.
Fight well for yourself, for Class 9, and for Zhenzhong!
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People in Zhenzhong were very excited because the welcome ceremony was prepared for them.
But the Hongyuan school team on the other side was very unhappy.
"Damn it! Are you beating the war drum now?"
"Huh, if you can't do it on the court or off the court, the person who is in the middle of the game can only deceive himself."
"That's right. They must know that they can't win, so they can only make up for their losses from other places."
"Stop talking and continue training!"
"Yes, Captain!"
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Xu Jie went to pick up Zhou Yutong on the way, so he arrived a little late.
When the two of them arrived outside the venue, they heard the sound of drums coming from the basketball gym.
"Is there someone playing drums in the basketball gym?"
"Is it a pre-match performance prepared by the organizer?"
Zhou Yutong asked in surprise as he listened to the drum sound.
Xu Jie smiled and shook his head, "I don't know."
"Didn't you hear that there was a pre-game performance?"
Not only Zhou Yutong didn't know, but even Xu Jie didn't know about Han Xiaochen's arrangements.
But when the two entered the basketball hall and saw uniform blue and white jerseys in the stands and two leather drums in the crowd, they realized that it was their treasured students who were responsible for this "war drum beat"!
"Teacher Xu, here!"
"Teacher Zhou!"
The sharp-eyed students saw Xu Jie and Zhou Yutong walking up to the stands and hurriedly waved to them.
When Xu Jie and the others came to the students, Wang Siyuan handed Teacher Xu a jersey.
"Teacher Xu, this is for you."
Xu Jie took the jersey with a smile and said, "Whose idea was this?"
"That's a lot of money, right?"
There was no blame in his tone.
He has also thought about making jerseys.
But today is the first game of the league, so he is not in such a hurry to do it.
When he thinks about it, when Zhenzhong's school team enters the regional finals and national finals, it won't be too late for him to customize the jerseys.
He also didn't expect that the students in Class 9 had quietly customized jerseys for the whole class and the teacher.
"Teacher Xu, I split the work with the monitor, and it didn't cost much."
Wang Siyuan laughed and handed Zhou Yutong a jersey.
It was still March at this time, and the temperature had not yet risen enough to warrant wearing a jersey directly.
Therefore, when Wang Siyuan customizes jerseys, he always customizes jerseys one size larger.
In this case, all it takes is one set outside.
Xu Jie's jersey is No. 0.
As he put it on, he looked at the students' jersey numbers.
Good guy, I did it directly according to my student number!
Seeing this scene, Xu Jie couldn't help laughing.
"Look, you secretly make your own jerseys, and you can only do it according to your student number."
"How good would it be if we calculated everyone's favorite numbers or lucky numbers in advance?"
"Don't do this next time, discuss it with me first."
"Can I disagree with what you do?"
Wang Siyuan grinned, "I know, Teacher Xu."
"Aren't we afraid that you won't let us spend money?"
Xu Jie smiled and patted Wang Siyuan on the shoulder, "Want to spend money? There will be room for you to spend it in the future."
He looked at the jersey number Wang Siyuan was wearing and felt filled with emotion.
This boy from the imperial capital really values love and justice.
What he was wearing was Chu Xiaoran's No. 36, not his own No. 27.
Xu Jie knew that Wang Siyuan and Liu Peng were sad and lost for a while when Chu Xiaoran went abroad.
The reason why they were not allowed to see Chu Xiaoran off at the beginning was not because Xu Jie didn't give them leave, but because Chu Xiaoran insisted on it.
To use what Chu Xiaoran said to Xu Jie, as brothers, in my heart, crying at the airport is so embarrassing.
Xu Jie knew that the relationship between them was very good.
This kind of brotherhood will not change due to changes in time and space.
On the contrary, it will be more mellow.
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After 3:30, the stands in the basketball stadium gradually became lively.
There are students and teachers from other classes in Zhenzhong.
There are teachers and students from Hongyuan High School.
There are school team coaches and players who are direct competitors such as No. 3 Middle School and Beimen.
There are scouts, reporters, and self-media.
There are citizens of Zhongnan City who love basketball.
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At 3:58, players from both teams took the field one after another.