Daydream Me

The speed of the seventh team's attack was very fast, Shen Yan's voice roared out, and the five people on the opposite side had already pressed down to the three-second zone.

Time was too late, Ning Yuan scored the goal beautifully, and there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the stand opposite, and the little mermaids of the seventh class cheering team jumped up and down.

The score was tied as soon as they played in the third quarter, and Class Ten called a timeout.

Shen Jian had already stood up at this time, and there was nothing wrong except that his face was not very good. Wang Yiyang rushed to him first, hunched over and frowned at him: "How is it?"

Shen Lian raised his hand and rubbed his stomach: "It's okay."

Wang Yiyang nodded, stood up straight, and rushed towards the opposite side, looking like he was about to fight.

Shen Juan grabbed his arm: "What are you doing, the ball is not playing?"

Wang Yiyang had a gloomy face and turned his head: "What kind of hand is that No. 13? Who the **** dares to move?"

"Ning Yuan," Song Zhiming said, "I played with him once before, and this guy is very dark. I just told you to pay attention to him. Who knows what you two were listening to."

Wang Yiyang gave a "bah": "Who knows what kind of offal it is."

He looked completely in a state of rage, even more angry than what Lin Yujing had seen before, at the gate of 7-11 before school started.

Song Zhiming was talking to Shen Jian next to him, Lin Yujing hesitated for a while, but instead of going over, he quietly stood beside him and looked at him.

After watching for a few seconds, Shen Lian suddenly turned around.

The eyes of the two met, Lin Yu was stunned for a while, but did not speak. Liu Fujiang had already walked around and put his hand on Shen Lan's shoulder: "How is it? Do you want to change someone?"

"No," Shen Yan looked away, looking at the opposite side.

Ning Yuan was looking at him.

Ning Yuan, as his name suggests, has a very gentle-looking face, but just now, Shen Yan had already realized how ruthless this person was.

In fact, it wasn't completely all right, Shen Wan's stomach was still twitching, and he almost vomited after that elbow.

According to Song Zhiming's words, Ning Yuan is not specifically targeting him, he just likes to play bad hands.

Mentioning Luo Qinghe was probably just to distract him and make him have loopholes.

But the key is why he knows Luo Qinghe.

Shen Wan calmed down and tried to search his memory about Ning Yuan, his appearance, or anyone with the surname Ning, but nothing came of it.

He really didn't know such a person.

Probably noticing his gaze, Ning Yuan also turned his head, looked at him, and smiled gently.

If you ignore the uncomfortable look in his eyes, it is indeed easy to make people think that he is a good person.

After the timeout, Song Zhiming was still beside him when he re-played the game: "Be careful of Ning Yuan, don't let him have another chance to attack, this force will find dead ends."

"No, I really don't understand," Yu Pengfei was puzzled, "Why does he do this, does he want to win?"

"Are you mentally handicapped?" Song Zhiming glanced at him, "You definitely want to win, who doesn't want to win? I **** want to win too, Brother Yang, do you think he is heartless?"

Wang Yiyang walked beside him in silence, without saying a word.

Lin Yu was shocked that something was wrong.

Sure enough, at the beginning of the game, Wang Yiyang was like a grumpy little monster, staring at Ning Yuan with uncontrollable anger from beginning to end. As long as this person was within one meter of Shen Yan, he would definitely rush over.

Shen Jian called him several times in the middle, but Wang Yiyang didn't hear a single one.

This was the first time Lin Yujing saw him ignore Shen Jian.

He was like a little robot that was overwinded. After getting the ball, he leaped over the center line to connect with two people, stepped into the three-point line, and was blocked by Ning Yuan.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance, the fiery red jersey and the blue night sky, Ning Yuan had his back to Lin Yujing, and the big bright yellow Arabic numeral 13 on his back was a bit dazzling.

Lin Yu panicked for no reason. She took two steps to the side, wanting to see Wang Yiyang's expression. The next second she stood still, she saw Wang Yiyang fall to the ground clutching his knees.

Song Zhiming was still dancing face-to-face with Xu Jie. It took about two or three seconds before he realized it, turned his head and roared, "Fuck you!"

Li Lin jumped up from his seat: "No whistle! Is the referee **** blind?! Referee!!"

Liu Fujiang hurriedly called for a time-out, everyone in Class 10 jumped up, and there was scolding in the stands.

Yu Pengfei came over with Wang Yiyang on his back, and everyone was sullen, suppressing their anger to varying degrees.

Shen Lian walked at the end, his eyelashes drooping, his jawline taut.

Wang Yiyang sat down next to him, Liu Fujiang squatted down, and checked his knees. Song Zhiming turned around and swept around the substitutes. Before he could speak, Li Lin jumped up: "I'm going up."

Liu Fujiang pressed his fingers on the side of his knee, Wang Yiyang grinned and probed over: "I can still—"

"You can, you can!" Song Zhiming slapped him on the head, "What the **** did I tell you just now? What did you and Ning Yuan just do? Are you able to attack him or what? Hurry up. Go to the school doctor's office!"

Song Zhiming turned his head and glanced at the few crooked melons and cracked dates on the bench with difficulty, and finally looked at Li Lin with a painful expression: "Brother..."

Li Lin stood there shivering, with the look of a heroic warrior on his face, patted his chest, so nervous that he started to stutter: "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Song Zhiming: "..."

Lin Yu exclaimed: "Captain, let me come."

Song Zhiming nodded: "Okay, come here, we can lose the game, we don't need the certificate, don't fight for the steamed bun—" He paused and turned to look at her, "What are you here for?"

"Substitute." Lin Yu was startled and concise.

Everyone looked at her, Wen Zihui's mouth was wide open, and Yu Pengfei's face was sluggish, as if he was wandering in the sky.

Song Zhiming came back to his senses: "Boss Lin, do you play? Can you play??"

Lin Yu turned around in shock: "Do you have anyone else? With Li Lin's snail speed, it takes three minutes to rush all the way from the three-point line to the basket, right?"

Li Lin didn't care that Lin Yu was stunned and humiliated him, he said politely, "But you are a girl..."

"This is a men's basketball game? Women can't participate?" Lin Yu asked in shock.

"No..." Li Lin said dully, "I am... I am amazing..."

Lin Yu was shocked and ignored him. He threw the small colorful flag with the carefully designed team logo of the tenth class on the ground, raised his hand and pulled the loose rubber band, bit it in his mouth, scratched his hair, and tied it up again: "The seventh class center defense is very strong. He looks like an optimist when he goes there, but he is not very good at offense. He moves slowly and looks stupid. That No. 8, the one with the jump ball, what's your name? Xu Jie? He It's just a monkey, except for jumping high, he only knows how to scream, and he has no use for farts, the low-profile version of Wang Yiyang."

Lin Yu swept the crowd in shock and continued, "They're great point guards, they've changed a few times, and he's never been on top of them. Although he doesn't seem to have any presence, but how many times are they in the squad? He organized all the goals that boosted morale." She turned her head and looked at Song Zhiming, "Look at the defenders, then look at you, can you play with your brain? Calm down, there is a captain. look."

"I didn't play the guard at all, okay? Isn't that because no one plays the guard!" Song Zhiming couldn't come back completely, "Sister Lin, no, Sister Xiaolin, I'll make sure for the last time, you want to play. ?"

Lin Yu looked at him in shock: "Do I look like I'm joking with you?"

Song Zhiming said, "It's not like that."

Lin Yujing nodded and said calmly, "You may not have noticed, but I'm still quite angry now. I've always had a bad temper."

The girl's eyelashes are long, the fox's eyes are slightly warped, the big eyes are blinking, and the voice is soft and gentle.

Song Zhiming thought to himself that I really didn't see much.

Shen Wan laughed.

Wang Yiyang was the first to react. She grabbed Lin Yujing's wrist and handed her the wristband on her wrist: "Lin Mei, inheritance."

Lin Yujing actually disliked it a bit, but now she can't care whether she dislikes it or not. She took it over and thanked her. Before she could put it on, she was carried away by Shen Juan.

Shen Juan took off his wristband and threw it to her, put it on Wang Yiyang's, and looked down at her while wearing it: "Student Lin, No. 4 member?"

Lin Yu was shocked to remember that they were both No. 4.

She made an "eh" and walked around him: "Then you can change it and go to the referee to explain it later. Say something?"

"Okay," Shen Yan said, and went to grab the jersey and undress, "Bring me a No. 3."

Wen Zihui hurriedly responded, dragging a large bag and rummaging inside: "No. 3... I'm looking for it, will No. 2 work?"

"No." Shen Yan said.

"Why does it have to be number 3?" Old Gao asked earnestly. "Is this an auspicious number?"

Song Zhiming looked at him speechlessly: "How did you grow so big? Because Allen Iverson is No. 3."

"Oh..." Li Lin deliberately made a sudden realization, and said cheaply, "Who is Allen Iverson?"

Song Zhiming said: "It's the star in the NBA, the one who plays shooting guard."

Li Lindao: "Ah, he, hey, I remember which young lady in our class was his little fan girl?"

Song Zhiming said: "Hey, I also forgot, what is it called, I seem to have said it just now."

Lin Yu was startled: "..."

The two of them sang and sang for a long time there, until the game resumed, Wen Zihui finally found the No. 3 jersey, Shen Yan put it on, and a few people played.

At the beginning, everyone didn't react until they saw a long-haired man standing on the field.

long hair.

And braids! ! !

The basketball hall seemed to be stuffed with a kettle full of boiling water, the lid of the kettle was covered with bubbles, and there was a lot of noise in the stands.

I don't know which class next to the tenth class laughed loudly: "What's the situation, why did the tenth class find a woman to go up, their class is really empty."

"They should give up."

"I took it, girl, girl can play a fart ball."

Wen Zihui turned her head, took an empty mineral water bottle and threw it at random, flew over Liu Fujiang's head, and scolded aggressively with one hand on his hips, "Men are all tongue-tied now, why can't women be able to play basketball? what!"

Liu Fujiang was taken aback.

Wen Zihui turned her head angrily and said to him, "Mr. Liu, don't listen to them, we have to trust Lin Yujing."

Even though she said that, she didn't really have any confidence in her heart. Lin Yu looked at the thin one in shock. Standing on top, his legs were not as thick as the big and tall arm on the opposite side...

Liu Fujiang was extremely proud: "Of course, no one believes in my classmates more than me."

"..."

Wen Zihui thinks that's okay, optimism is a good thing.

The seventh class sent off a Wang Yiyang, and now it seems to be full of passion. Xu Jie is very worthy of his nickname, and he almost jumped into the sky: "Hey, your class has no substitute? Do you want to lend you one from our class? ."

"He really looks like a monkey." Song Zhiming said as he ran past Shen Wan.

Shen Lian hooked his lips.

Wang Yiyang played small forward, and Lin Yu was surprised to fill his position. At the beginning of the game, Ning Yuan got the ball and passed it to Xu Jie.

He probably also saw a **** the striker here and rushed over with a dribble.

The tenth class returned to defense, Shen Juan was stuck by two people, Yu Pengfei and Song Zhiming were divided into one, Song Zhiming didn't turn his head back: "Old Gao!"

The Heavenly Monkey looked confident and graceful in his walking position. He went straight to the basket from the center line. When he stepped into the restricted area, he glanced sideways, looking for the figure of the beautiful small forward from the tenth class.

The next second, Lin Yujing rubbed his shoulder and flashed over, and said in a low voice, "Don't look at me, watch the ball."

Xu Jie was stunned for half a second, but his hands were empty.

Lin Yujing had already run past the three-point line with the ball.

Xu Jie: "Fuck!"

Song Zhiming: "Fuck!"

Xu Jie didn't realize when the ball was broken. He didn't even see when the man ran over. No one thought the ball would be broken. Even Song Zhiming pinned his only hope on Lao Gao. body.

The seventh class was stunned for a second, Ning Yuan shouted, then reacted and started to return to defense, the seventh class center threw himself in front of Lin Yujing.

There is a huge difference in the shape of the two people, one looks like a mountain, the other looks like a small sapling planted at the foot of the mountain, which seems to be powerless to resist.

But Song Zhiming suddenly remembered what Lin Yu had just said.

what did she say?

The center in Class 7 was slow and stupid.

He turned around and ran over there, and saw that the little sapling had passed the center, and in front of her was Ning Yuan.

Song Zhiming felt nervous in his heart and roared, "Sister Lin!"

Lin Yu dribbled the ball in shock, licked his lips, and shifted his center of gravity.

Ning Yuan stared at her intently.

She's fast, dribbles well, and looks like she can play.

But after all, a girl, how far will she be.

If she is very good, will this now be a fake.

If it wasn't for feinting, she wasn't so good at it, so what about going this way?

Even if it's a fake, can she react?

For half a second, Ning Yuan didn't have time to think about it so much, and his body quickly leaned to the left.

The next second, Lin Yujing rushed out from the right with the ball.

It's a **** fake!

Ning Yuan scolded, then turned around and ran back in response. Lin Yujing rushed to the basket very much, Ning Yuan didn't dare to take it lightly, he quickly put it on, and then he saw her turn back and glanced at Shen tired.

Everyone quickly understood what Lin Yujing meant. She wanted to pass the ball to Shen Wan in the old way in the opening game, get a three-pointer, and boost everyone's morale.

Shen Lian cooperated with her, and the man had quickly withdrawn from the three-point line, raised his hand, and put a big 3 on the fiery red jersey.

In the first half of this set, he has cooperated with Wang Yiyang countless times.

Now it seems that there is no problem in changing another object to match.

no fart!

The problem is that there is more than a little difference in height between you and Wang Yiyang, sister!

Look at the mountain-like center behind you!

The ball will be snapped off within three centimeters when it is passed out.

The moment Lin Yu's eyes swept over, Ning Yuan and the opposite center raised their hands at the same time, and the two mountains cut off her pass.

Song Zhiming was in despair. He turned sideways to wait for the opponent to get the ball and then steal it or return to defense. He glanced at the timer out of the corner of his eye, and the third quarter was over with a few seconds left.

Even if this pass is broken, the opponent will not have time to organize an attack.

As a result, in the next second, Lin Yujing suddenly jumped up and made a jumper without warning.

No one thought that she would shoot directly. She pressed her hand down in the air, and then slammed forward with a hook. The ball was thrown at a very tricky angle and fell into the basket with a bang.

At the same time, the referee's whistle sounded.

The entire basketball hall was quiet, and then the next second, the atmosphere was ignited again.

Song Zhiming's scalp exploded.

To be honest, Song Zhiming didn't have much expectations for Lin Yujing, he basically acquiesced that the game was lost.

Originally, Lin Yujing's beautiful steals and fake moves made him ecstatic and surprised, but he didn't expect more surprises to come.

This pass turned out to be a **** fake!

And it even got in!

buzzer!

Lin Yu was shocked to hear screams and cheers that seemed to be even more enthusiastic than when Shen Wan's arrogant three-pointer made.

Wen Zihui's voice seemed to be able to penetrate the universe, and she screamed and shouted something with a crying voice and couldn't hear it clearly.

Liu Fujiang's voice was clearer than ever before. Lin Yujing never knew that Teacher Liu, who was gentle even in class, could burst into such an astonishingly loud voice: "What a good boy!" Liu Fujiang said, "I see. Oh! Teacher Wang! That's Lin Yujing from our class! Our class! Lin Yujing!"

She turned around, her ponytail flung on Ning Yuan's chin next to her.

Ning Yuan turned his head.

Lin Yu looked at him with a startled smile: "Let's make a bet."

Over there, Song Zhiming and the others rushed towards her excitedly, and Yu Pengfei shouted "Ahhhh" all the way: "Sister Lin! Her Lady Queen!!"

Ning Yuan asked, "What are you betting on?"

"It's up to you if you win, if you lose, run around the basketball court streaking ten times, and then slap yourself twice in front of everyone, oh, you have to add one more to your words," Lin Yu was startled, and said that to Wang Yi. Bian raised his chin, "Our great crippled and injured small forward, just call him Dad and wait until he is alive and kicking."

Ning Yuan was silent for a few seconds, suddenly smiled, and looked sideways at Shen Jian: "What's going on with your tenth class, a bunch of men are standing here, but no one came forward, so let a girl come to bet with me?"

Shen Wan raised his chin slightly, looked at him indifferently, and smiled with his lips hooked: "Our girl is in charge, and everything is obeyed by Her Lady Queen."

The author has something to say:

Lin Yu was shocked: I haven't acted compulsive for a long time, my hands are a little raw.