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It was extremely easy to play a quarter, and it took almost no effort to get a huge advantage of 2:18.

Mu Chen and the others walked to the sidelines, and the cheerleaders immediately handed them mineral water.

Mu Chen took a bottle.

The bottle cap was tightly sealed, and it took him some effort to unscrew it.

Sure enough, not everyone is as careful as him.

He raised his head and took a few sips of water when he heard Liu Wenxuan calling him over.

The members of their team stood there listening to Teacher Yang, so Mu Chen moved closer and listened carefully to what Teacher Yang said.

"The first quarter was a little easier, but we can't take it lightly in the future. We must take the game seriously at all times, do you hear me!"

After the start of the second quarter, the players kept in mind Teacher Yang's reminder that they did not take it lightly, and continued to attack and defend with all their strength. Except for Zhou Pengyu's defensive foul and free throw in the middle, there were no major mistakes.

But the opponent showed amazing offensive power after the substitution in the second quarter, and the opponent obviously adjusted their tactics, making it more difficult to break through.

The first quarter was to deliberately let them take it lightly?

Mu Chen couldn't help being thankful that Teacher Yang reminded them in time, otherwise it would be difficult to reverse the situation in the second quarter without precautions.

A basketball game is not only a contest of physical strength and skill, but also a duel of wisdom and adaptability.

Although Mu Chen's team felt the pressure, they still maintained their lead by relying on the tacit understanding developed through many training sessions.

Although the students in class (1) and class (2) were a little dissatisfied with the difference in scores, they just worked hard to cheer for their teams.

But every time I was overwhelmed by the voice of class (5) and class (6).

Everything seems to be going smoothly.

until the end of the third game.

"Class one, class two, beat class six!"

"What are you guys? Are your grades better than others because you think basketball is better?"

"The fifth class has fallen, and it cooperates so well with an ordinary class, so I want to be downgraded to an ordinary class!"

"Hang them!"

Discordant taunts and cursing were gradually mixed into the cheering sounds from the stands, like a small, inconspicuous flame that did not attract the referee's attention, but ignited a prairie fire in the hearts of the envious.

The fourth quarter begins soon.

Because Mu Chen's team lacked substitute players, and although the opponent didn't have particularly outstanding players, they had a lot of substitute players, and they took turns to save more energy, and they were gradually catching up with the score.

But in the fourth quarter, the opponent seemed to have completely changed their style of play. He rushed towards the ball desperately but controlled his movements. After all, No. [-] High School is a school basketball game. Many rules are not so rigid, and fouls will not be easily called. Several times the referee wanted to blow the whistle to pause but could only give a verbal reminder.

There is nothing wrong with the desire to win, but when the desire to win is swallowed by deformed resentment, it becomes the flame of the devil, an unfair duel.

But no one can guarantee absolute justice.

The score was tied or even overtaken by the opponent, but the players in class (5) and class (6) were about to run out of energy.

Liu Wenxuan was attacking with the ball and was blocked by three opponents. Zhou Pengyu cooperated on the sidelines to respond, but was restrained by another tall player of the opponent and couldn't find a chance to catch the ball.

Mu Chen quickly glanced at the display screen.

46:44, 2 points behind.

There are 30 seconds left in the game.

It must be done.

He ran to the edge of the three-point line on the east side, and gestured to Liu Wenxuan in a blind spot where the opponent's players could not see. Liu Wenxuan made a fake move and passed the ball to Mu Chen.

When Mu Chen received the ball, he didn't try to break through the tight defense in front of him, but took off directly and shot quickly!

A chubby boy on the other side saw Mu Chen take off, and immediately ran towards him.

The ball was released smoothly and flew towards the basket.

The body quickly fell downwards.

Like a moth with broken wings.

A dull pain in the back of the head.

The sight became blurred at the moment of impact, as if a frosted glass wall had been built in front of him.

There seemed to be noisy human voices around, indistinct, like a crowded tide, washing him into an uninhabited sea.

Cold and damp, with no branches to cling to.

Soon, vision and hearing failed in turn, leaving only the last sense of touch.

Feel a warm embrace.

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Recently, because school is about to start, I will update two chapters a day. From tomorrow onwards, there should only be one chapter a day. I hope you all enjoy watching!

27. Guard by side

Mu Chen felt as if he had turned into a feather, light and fluffy, floating up in the warmth.

It seemed that the wind was blowing across the face.

Consciousness appeared for a moment of clarity.

"Did the ball... go in?"

Mu Chen's last sliver of consciousness made him ask.

"Come in."

Mu Chen was unable to identify the identity of this voice, but when he heard it, he felt inexplicably at ease.

So he fell into a coma again.

3 minutes ago.

(2) The player in the class saw that Mu Chen wanted to shoot a three-pointer, and immediately rushed towards the jumping Mu Chen, but he was a step late, and the ball in Mu Chen's hand had already been thrown.

So Mu Chen, who had just thrown the ball and landed unsteadily, was hit hard by him on the ground.He fell straight backwards, hit the back of his head on the concrete floor, and fell unconscious on the spot.

There was an uproar.

The students in the stands forgot to cheer, the players on the court forgot to play, the referee forgot to blow the whistle, and the student union members who were in charge of keeping score also forgot to turn over the number cards...

And only Jiang Hao, who watched the whole process silently at the corner of the court, immediately rushed to the unconscious Mu Chen.

There were a lot of people, and he pushed and pushed forward regardless of politeness, and he lost his footsteps in a panic.

He rushed to Mu Chen's side, picked him up from the ground, and rushed straight to the ambulance outside the playground that the school had invited in advance.

There was no time to think, as if it was a conditioned reflex, all instructions went straight to the limbs without passing through the nerve center, driving him to take subconscious actions.

I can't think about it, and I don't dare to think about it.

He sent him messages for five days in a row, asking if he would come to the game.

But he was cruel and didn't answer any of them.

What if something happens to him?

The sound of the ambulance was like a whip, whipping Jiang Hao's thoughts and soul.

I once swore to accompany him and protect him.

But now?

The person in his arms didn't seem to feel his panic, and naively asked him if the ball had been scored.

So want to win?

In fact, Jiang Hao didn't care about whether the three-pointer was scored or not. At the moment of the accident, only Mu Chen was left in his eyes, and everything else became a blurred background.

But he wanted to make Mu Chen happy.

So he swallowed the choked sob in his throat, and replied, "Go in."

During the rest of the journey, Mu Chen didn't speak again, as if he had fallen asleep.

If Jiang Hao hadn't witnessed the thrilling moment just now, he would definitely feel that Mu Chen's sleeping face is obedient and cute.

But now he is full of guilt and worry.

He sent him to the emergency room, trying to follow him in a trance, but was stopped outside the door.

"Jiang Hao, how is it? Is Mu Chen okay?"

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw Duan Xuwen, the homeroom teacher, and Yang Zhouze, the physical education teacher, rushing over.

They should have rushed over after the ambulance, looking anxious, and looking towards the emergency room from time to time.

Jiang Hao couldn't say a word, but shook his head at them.

Don't know, but hope he's okay.

The three of them were relatively speechless and could only stare at the closed door of the emergency room in a daze.

Finally, a doctor in a white coat came out.

"The possibility of a mild concussion has been ruled out. It's just some trauma. It's not serious. You should be able to wake up in a while."

Well, hope came true.

Jiang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, have you told Mu Chen's parents about this?"

Jiang Hao suddenly thought of something and asked Duan Xuwen.

"Not yet, after all, it's an emergency..."

"Don't say it for the time being, it's okay. He will make a decision after he wakes up later."

"Okay, okay."

"Teacher, did Mu Chen score that three-pointer?"

Duan Xuwen and Yang Zhouze looked at Jiang Hao suspiciously, not understanding why he would ask this question now.

"It's a miracle to get in. At the last moment, we got back the game. The classmate who hurt people was also directly disqualified from all sports competitions in the school. But Mu Chen...is still not worth it."

There was a bit of regret in Duan Xuwen's words, and Jiang Hao knew what he meant was that it was not worth Mu Chen's victory this time in exchange for falling into a coma.

"No, teacher, Mu Chen will definitely think it's worth it."

The nurse said that there should not be too many people in the ward, so Jiang Hao asked the two teachers to go back first, take care of Mu Chen by himself, and contact them at any time.They insisted on staying, but seeing Jiang Hao's calm and resolute look, they couldn't resist.

This child's temperament is too much like an adult, except for the moment when he rescued Mu Chen, he has almost never seen him flustered.

There were only two people left in the ward.

One is awake and the other is still unconscious.

Jiang Hao put his hand on the back of Mu Chen's hand, because he was afraid of waking him up, the movement was too light, just like the hug in the alley that day, he just surrounded him gently with his own temperature, even Don't even dare to touch it.

He stared at Mu Chen, his eyes were closed tightly, those eyes that would fall into the stars are now covered, and the eyelashes drooped down slightly, like the fragile wings of a butterfly.

Then, caught off guard, the two wings trembled a few times, as if they were about to fly.

Jiang Hao quickly retracted his hand, then turned his head away as if he had done something wrong, not daring to look into Mu Chen's eyes any longer.

"Jiang, Jiang Hao?"

Jiang Hao turned his head away