live up to the morning light

Comparing to watching the game on the field, being a teammate of Hongguang and fighting with him on the field is a completely different experience.

Mingchen finally got to the point where he could play as a substitute, fought side by side with Hongguang for 5 minutes, and immediately understood why Hongguang raised his arms, and most of the boys in the class were willing to join the basketball team——Hongguang played the same style of play as himself, positive and correct , has a wide field of vision, and takes care of every little detail on the court. Although he plays a power forward, he doesn't stick to the ball, and his ability to distribute the ball is better than the average point guard.

They played the practice match against another key class in this year's school team. After all, Hongguang is strong, and against other classes, as long as Hongguang is off, they will basically win.

Wei Ya, the monitor of the key class, was the MVP of the city in junior high school, known as the three-pointer.The only strongman in the whole grade who can single-handedly beat Hongguang.He is different from Hongguang, the desire to survive is written on his face.Before the scrimmage started, he said, "This time the champion must be from the key class." As soon as the ball was kicked off, he immediately organized an attack, and his moves were fatal, and he hit the weak link on the court.

——The beginner who played the whole game for the first time in the morning is the weakest link on the field. He has been stared at from the beginning, and the opponent has found breakthroughs from him for five or six consecutive goals.

Hongguang couldn't stand it anymore, called a timeout, and shouted at Wei Ya: "Something is coming at me, what's the point of bullying newcomers?"

Wei Ya smiled at him, revealing two sharp little canine teeth: "I won't. Hit a snake and hit seven inches, that's the style - don't you accept another contract?"

"You are..."

"What?" Wei Ya raised his eyebrows, "When you need to break down, you call him 'Ayaya', and when you get the final kill, you praise him for finding a good opportunity, and in a blink of an eye, you call me 'bullying a newcomer', shameless. Double standard, right?"

"I didn't say 'shameless', okay..."

"It's all written on your face, needless to say?" Wei Ya snorted coldly, "Whoever develops will protect and whoever pollutes will treat it, and whoever brings newcomers will be responsible--" He hooked Hongguang's shoulders and leaned towards his ear to lower his voice Said, "I told you not to turn on the water last time."

"So vengeful?"

"My goddess is watching football outside the court!"

Hong Guang and Wei Ya, as the only first-year main players of the basketball school team, have a particularly good relationship, and Ming Chen knows about it.

But seeing this kind of scene is still... especially when it is called "Ayaya" or something...

Immediately stepped forward and pulled Hongguang back: "It's the same for everyone on the court. It's better to be targeted in the training match than not to be able to react in the official match. I don't need special care. Just play like this."

"Can it work?" Hong Guang was a little worried.

Wei Ya folded his arms and watched with interest: "Don't be brave, monitor Ming, I'm very fierce."

"When it comes to playing games, you should be fierce." Ming Chen didn't flinch. "Our Hongguang has always praised the clean style of the squad leader Wei, and we are not afraid of being fierce."

Hong Guang didn't know why the smell of gunpowder suddenly became so strong tomorrow morning.

However, it is always good to have fighting spirit, and it is indeed the right way to suffer more losses in training matches. Generally, teams have no chance to find Wei Ya to suffer losses, so they continue.

The result was of course that it was repaired miserably by Wei Ya.

Mingchen perfectly demonstrated what is meant by "repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles" - after playing the whole game, the two sides scored almost the same, and Wei Ya's side won a little bit. Counting everyone's technical statistics, Mingchen's is the worst.

Hong Guang comforted him: "For the first time on the court, A Ya Ya... Well, Wei Ya is so targeted, it's not bad to have such a result. People from other school teams are like this when they face him."

In the morning, with the collar of his sportswear dangling from his mouth, he gasped for breath and did not dare to sit down. He let the sweat slip from his neck into the sharp collarbone, and only said one sentence:

"Saints won't be hit twice by the same move."