Basketball Myth: Super Guard

The players were quiet on the way back to St. Joseph's High School from the road.

Although we have long known that this game cannot be won, although everyone understands that it is good enough to be able to get to this point this season and reach the semi-finals.

It's just, who can be happy when they lose the game?

Qin Hao looked out the window and was talking to Jiang Xue. He didn't tell Jiang Xue about his injury. He didn't tell any of his relatives and friends in China, and it wasn't a serious injury. It's just that Qin Hao didn't make it to the semifinals, and Qin Hao still felt a little unwilling.

"It doesn't matter, I lost this time, just win next time." Jiang Xue's voice came from the phone, comforting Qin Hao.

She could feel that Qin Hao was in a bad mood, but she didn't know that Qin Hao was not in a bad mood because he lost the game, but because he failed to play.

Of course, Qin Hao wouldn't blame Frank either. If Frank didn't really consider him family, why would he be like this?

After chatting with Jiang Xue for a while, Qin Hao's mood improved. He asked with a smile, "By the way, you should be in the provincial capital now, right? Tomorrow is the provincial final?"

"Yeah." On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xue replied: "Tomorrow is the provincial league final, and the opponent is Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School. It is said that this year's Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School has been further strengthened and its strength is stronger than last year. But we are confident to win. Next game, win the provincial championship.”

"That's good." Qin Hao couldn't help thinking of his days in Yuyang No. 7 Middle School.

Although it's only been less than a year, it's memorable.

Half an hour later, Qin Hao hung up the phone. There was an endless green outside the car window, and it looked a bit vast in the distance. The scene was magnificent, interpreting the beauty of nature.

......

What moved the players at St. Joseph's was that, even though they lost the semifinals, when they returned to St. Joseph's, they were still greeted by their classmates in a heroic way.

This time, even the principal and many teachers were there, and there were hundreds of people waiting for them at the school gate, including some fans outside the school.

Like the people around South Bend, the parents of St. Joseph's High School students, etc...

In an instant, the depression of losing the game and the feeling of being greeted by so many fans mixed together, churning in the hearts of the players.

Douglas, the two-meter man, wiped away his tears and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, we were not able to win the semifinals."

"It doesn't matter." Principal Johnson patted Douglas on the arm and said, "Even if you don't win the semifinals, you are still our heroes at St. Joseph's High School. You have done well enough, and even exceeded our expectations. Children, don't Blame yourself."

"Yes, in our hearts, you are not losers, you are heroes!"

"Hero, hero..."

The crowd shouted loudly, and the sound resounded throughout the campus.

Qin Hao couldn't help but feel agitated, and thought of Yuyang No. 7 Middle School. Although he changed places and teams, he still felt familiar. He trained hard and put in so much sweat, besides his love for basketball, for his own In addition to the dream, but also for these fans.

The season is over and Frank has given the players a day off. No training is required for the next week, and the players can rest for a full week.

However, Qin Hao did not stop. Although the knee injury is not yet healed, he still insists on training every day, but he does not do high-intensity training, but only practices dribbling, free throws, and passing.

After some training, Qin Hao stopped.

He was the only one in the huge arena, which seemed empty and lonely, but Qin Hao didn't think that he had already gotten used to it.

Many people like to play, but they don't like to practice. For example, in many community golf courses, when no one is playing in a team, everyone is lazy, lacking energy and feeling boring.

This is because training is very boring. Repeating the same action a thousand times, 10,000 times, will make anyone feel bored.

Especially when alone.

But once you get used to it, it will feel good.

Qin Hao is like this, he is used to training by himself, no one disturbs, no loud noises, immersed in his own basketball world, he does not feel boring and boring at all, on the contrary, he enjoys this feeling very much, which will make him feel comfortable.

"Shh!"

The ball goes in.

Qin Hao picked up the basketball, mixed his breath, sat down on the sidelines, took out his mobile phone to log in to Penguin, and sent a message to Peng Jun, the little fat man.

There was a quick reply and the phone kept ringing.

Little Fatty is broadcasting the finals of the Southern Province High School Basketball League to Qin Hao by means of live text, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School vs. Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School.

The reason why it was Little Fatty and not Jiang Xue was because Jiang Xue was the team leader. At this time, the phone had to be turned off. Coach Jiang Fangping had regulations.

"It's already the second quarter, Jiang Feng's singles. Huh, it's too late to say that, I saw Jiang Feng pass the defender with a change of direction, and after rushing into the inside line, he jumped up, it was like a magic weapon falling from the sky, a terrifying feeling. The momentum burst... I went, he dunked!"

"Come here, Wang Lei is playing in the low post, let's see his ultimate move..."

Looking at the constantly refreshed information on the Penguin, Qin Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, regretting letting the little fat man live text for him.

Just live it live, can you please bring some private goods with you, this is a text live broadcast, not a stand-up comic, the whole taste is wrong.

Qin Hao replied, but unfortunately it was useless and only kept three sentences.

......

Domestic, Southern Province.

In the provincial gymnasium, a game is really going on.

Last year, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School also played against Ningchuan No. 1 High School. In the end, Yuyang No. 7 High School won. This season, Ningchuan No. 1 High School did not know what to do. Not only did they recruit two good high school players, but also A good player was dug from Tianshui Middle School.

In addition to the ace players Gao Yueran, Zhang Yong and Zhang Hong, the strength of Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School has not weakened compared to last season, but has become stronger.

The game has reached the second quarter, the score between the two sides is anxious, and Yu Yang Qizhong leads by 2 points.

"Shh!"

With a soft sound, Zhang Hong made a three-pointer, helping Ningchuan No. 1 to overtake the score.

Yu Yang No. 7 counterattacked.

After Zhao Xuebing came to the frontcourt, he asked for a pick-and-roll, and then distributed the ball to Jiang Feng. Gao Yueran stood in front of Jiang Feng, raised one hand, his expression was solemn, and he was ready to fight.

"laugh!"

Jiang Feng started, accelerated suddenly, and broke through from the left side. The extremely fast first step made Gao Yueran suffer more than one loss. He was prepared and quickly retreated.

But at this moment, Jiang Feng suddenly stopped and pulled out.

This time, Gao Yueran had no choice. He just took a step back. Jiang Feng's pull was too sudden. He didn't have time to jump. He could only turn his head to look at the basket. A white wave...