Chapter Nine First Battle

  Having received the imperial decree to play ball, Fu Zijun walked towards the office door with a satisfied heart. Subconsciously, he glanced at the place where the laughter had just come from, and it was a very familiar figure, a figure that had been swirling in Fu Zijun's mind all day - Liu Zhiwei.

  Liu Zhiwei saw Fu Zijun's gaze float over to her and smiled silently without saying a word.

  The class teacher asked about the cold and warmth, and Liu Zhiwei, who was tired of it, pushed open the office door with a cute tongue, saw Fu Zijun standing at the door, and asked in a low voice: "Were you punished to stand?"

  Fu Zijun smiled and said: "No, just now my shoelace came loose, I was tying it."

  Liu Zhiwei nodded and walked towards the stairs, Fu Zijun hurried to catch up, this time his shoelaces were tied very securely.

  "A big boy, fawning on the teacher with a flattering tone, how pathetic, how pitiful." Liu Yifei said with a smile.

  "What? I'm telling the truth! If I didn't lower my head to make him look up at me, wouldn't that be rude?"

  Liu Zhiwei's smile continued to grow, saying: "Haha, I was just joking with you, but what you said that all five of your new students can be selected into the school team, is it true?"

  Fu Zijun nodded firmly, his face unutterably solemn at this moment, and replied: "Really! We have confidence, we are the best newcomers, and we will be the best combination!"

  After finishing this sentence, Fu Zijun's face showed a flattering smile and asked: "I know the strength of your class, unless you're extremely lucky, it's hard to get through the first round. If your class gets eliminated, will you come to support me?"

  Liu Zhiwei thought for a moment and replied thoughtfully: "I don't really like basketball, but San Mingyue from your class is my good friend, maybe I'll go with her..."

  Fu Zijun returned to the classroom, sat down in his own chair, and saw that Yan Lingfeng and five others were discussing something in a low voice. He patted Zhao Senming's shoulder and asked, "What's up? Is there any news?"

  "Wang Qun has gone into hiding at home." Zhao Senming said with a cold smile.

  Fu Zijun hesitated for a moment and asked: "Will there be any aftereffects?"

  Yan Ling nodded lightly and said, "It's definitely going to happen, heh heh, tomorrow his old man will probably come to the school, officials protecting each other, teachers will also have special feelings for each other."

  He is not particularly tense now, and this matter should still be safe in the end.

  "What should we do?" Xiang Qingyun asked with some concern.

  "What's there to be afraid of? When the flood comes, we'll block it with earth; when the soldiers come, we'll fight them off. At worst, we can all transfer to No. 2 Middle School together. The principal is my uncle, and for him, it's just a matter of nodding his head. If it really comes down to that, I'll take care of the transfer myself. And when the time comes for the basketball match, we'll make No. 1 Middle School cry. Just thinking about their expressions then makes me want to laugh."

  Han Dengyun burst out laughing, laughed for a while, and saw the five people staring at him with a very strange gaze. He rubbed his head awkwardly and asked strangely: "What are you looking at me for?"

  "Don't worry, I've spoken to the class teacher about the cause of this matter, and he will deal with it leniently."

  Xiangziyun didn't know when he had moved to the last row. It wasn't until Handengyun finished laughing that he spoke up in a soft voice.

  "What? When did you come over here? I... You guys, why didn't you remind me?" Han Dengyun's gentle eyes hid a murderous intent.

  "Sister, how did you bring us out?" Xiang Qingyun asked urgently.

  "How dare you talk to your sister like that!" Han Dengyun shouted from beside her.

  Xiangzi Yan looked at the silly big guy with a bit of helplessness and explained, "Paper can never wrap around fire, don't worry, the class teacher is not an unreasonable person, he has already communicated with the class teacher of Class 5, it's fine."

  "It's really embarrassing, we've made a mistake and now we need your help." Yan Lingfeng and the other three people tacitly handed over the right to speak to Han Dengyun, who didn't hesitate, staring foolishly at Xiang Ziyuan.

  The somewhat eerie Xiangziyan left with a sentence "I should thank you" and fled in a hurry, followed by the loud laughter of five people, of course, excluding Handengyun who was still staring at Xiangziyan's back.

  Time flies like an arrow, years go by like a song.

  September 25, 2004, Saturday, Shuiyun No.1 Middle School basketball court. Yan Lingfeng's first official basketball game after his rebirth finally kicked off!

  Unfortunately, Class 8 of Grade 1 encountered the powerful Class 6 of Grade 3 in their first match.

  Fei Songzi's debut was unquestionable, although Pang Gongliang actively operated to seek a starting position, but everyone's eyes were bright, and his level wasn't even comparable to that of Song Deming, the class monitor who had never touched a ball before. With such a standard on the field, wouldn't it be embarrassing? So, in the vote among the male students in the class, except for his own vote, everyone else chose to forget his name.

  The class uniform of Class 8, Grade 1 is not an NBA team jersey. Sun Feiying generously bought a set of the latest basketball uniforms for all 24 boys in the class from Anta. The uniforms are light yellow with deep blue edges and have "04 Level 8 Class" printed on the front in large black letters. On the back, there are blue numbers.

  Yan Lingfeng chose the number 11, and the reason was very simple. The last character of that person's name happened to have 11 strokes, a habit he had kept since middle school to university.

  Sun Feiying chose the No. 8 jersey, but actually Yan Lingfeng wanted to tell him that Kobe had changed to wear the No. 24 jersey now, however, he who was crazy about worshipping Kobe would definitely not believe Yan Lingfeng's prophecy.

  Fu Zijun chose No 9 because he was born on September 9, 1989, and using this number has a lot of commemorative significance.

  Zhao Senming chose No. 5, and Yan Lingfeng didn't know the reason, but one thing is for sure, it has nothing to do with the national team's No. 5.

  Han Dengyun, as the backbone of a team's center position, strongly requested Yao's number, but Yan Lingfeng had already taken it, so he had to settle for the second choice and chose No. 13.

  The pig demon waved his hand at the five of them and beckoned them to come over, saying in a low voice: "My luck is really too bad, I should have let someone else draw lots, and now we're up against the third-year team in the first round. You guys just do your best, Zijun, our agreement is cancelled, you just need to live up to the expectations of our classmates who came to cheer us on without exception."

  Yan Lingfeng glanced at the other side of the field, where the members of Class 6 of Grade 3 were showing off their skills, and smiled: "Teacher, don't worry, if we can't take them down today, then the five of us will have let you down."

  Yan Lingfeng's words about "taking care" were understood by himself, Zhu Yao, Zhao Senming and Sun Feiyang to some extent, but as for Han Dengyun, he had a completely bewildered expression, sneaking glances at Xiang Ziyuan on the sidelines.

  The pig demon nodded and said, "I've seen you guys play basketball. Honestly, you're all not bad. Although they are third-year high school students, we don't lose out in terms of height. Senming, give Denglun a few more passes later. Lingfeng's bounce is good, go help out on the inside line more often. Zijun's shooting is accurate, find opportunities to pull him to the outside line, and when you get the ball in an empty position, shoot without hesitation."

  As for the arrangement of Zhu Yeo, the five people did not comment, seeing that the referee had already indicated, they patted each other's hands and walked onto the field.

  The basketball uniforms of Class 6, Grade 3 opposite are the NBA 04-05 season Minnesota Timberwolves jerseys. The starting lineup is similar to that of the Timberwolves, with numbers 8, 10, 19, 21 and 99.

  Wearing the No. 21 jersey is Li Yi, who often plays basketball with everyone on the same court and has many opportunities to meet each other. Although Li Yi wears Garnett's jersey, his playing style is more like Tim Duncan's. His jumping ability is average, but he has a strong physique and is good at mid-range shooting.

  "This guy, I can't guard against him." Forward Fu Zijun shook his head repeatedly as he looked at Li Yi's sturdy build.

  "Then let him shoot, our offense will be fine as long as we play well." Sun Feiyang said confidently.

  Yan Lingfeng thought carefully about the playing styles of the people in front of him, but unfortunately, except for Li Yi, no one else had left a deep impression on him in his previous life. He nodded slightly to show that he agreed with Sun Feiyang's point of view.

  Standing at the center line and jumping for the ball with Handengyun was the opponent's No. 99 player, not particularly tall, only about 1 meter 85, but with a pair of long arms. After the referee threw the ball, although Handengyun's giant palm touched the basketball first, No. 99 relied on his powerful arm to forcibly take the ball from Handengyun's hand and push it towards his own half-court.

  The opponent's No. 19 was a defender at the back, and when he saw the basketball flying towards him, just as he was about to take a step forward to receive the ball, a shallow yellow figure flashed past him quickly, snatching the ball into his own hands, and then quickly disappeared from his line of sight.

  Yan Lingfeng palmed the ball, his feet a blur as he accelerated, getting closer and closer to the hoop. Suddenly, he let out a fierce roar, his body exploding upwards, left hand grasping the ball, arm cocked back, slamming it heavily into the basket!

  The cheerleading squad of Class 8, Grade 1, momentarily stunned, let out an earth-shaking roar, and the sports teacher, who was acting as a referee, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, staring at Yan Lingfeng, who was rubbing his left hand and running towards his own half of the court.

  "Damn it! This guy is too arrogant, doesn't he know how to respect his seniors?" Han Dengyun muttered discontentedly.

  "It's not like you lost because of your jump shot, if you had won, he wouldn't have the chance to be arrogant!" Fu Zijun, standing beside him, was even more dissatisfied.

  It really hurts! Yan Lingfeng's last dunk used all his strength, and now his left hand is numb, as if it has swollen a little. But he doesn't regret it, this is his first game, the first battle, and he wants to start his reborn life with a dunk! Back in his own half court, standing beside Sun Feiying, he said in a low voice: "It's over, I won't be able to shoot anymore, leave the rest to you guys."

  Sun Feiying couldn't help but cheer loudly, suppressing a smile as she patted Yan Lingfeng's shoulder and said, "Mm, just watch me, you just focus on defending."

  At this time, the members of Class 6 of Grade 3 who woke up from shock had already attacked with the ball and were capped by a freshman in their own basket. Everyone's face looked very ugly.

  Li Yi leaned on Fu Zijun's outstretched hand to ask for the ball from No. 19, who dodged Zhao Senming's defense and threw a half-high pass over. Li Yi caught the ball, first leaning his shoulder back slightly to confirm Fu Zijun's position, then using the ball to squeeze Fu Zijun towards the free throw line with his broad shoulders. Fu Zijun was pushed back by Li Yi, and finally retreated several steps voluntarily, stretching out both hands to make a symbolic defensive gesture.

  Li Yi easily scored a half-court shot without any defensive pressure and walked back to his own half court silently.

  Fu Zijun furrowed his brow and looked gloomy as he went to serve, feeling that his own strength was truly at a disadvantage. Moreover, Li Yi's physique was not ordinary, and when he had defended against Han Dengyun before, he hadn't felt this kind of powerlessness.

  Zhao Senming flew the ball quickly to the front court, Yan Lingfeng came forward and wanted to block him, but the No. 10 defender immediately followed, not wanting this seemingly weak-looking No. 11 to have fun under his own basket again.

  Yan Lingfeng walked halfway, suddenly turned around and ran towards the inner line. No. 10 stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Yan Lingfeng received Zhao Senming's pass with the ball in hand, pretending to shoot, when No. 99 immediately pounced over, wanting to use his long arm to give this guy a real and authentic big fire pot.

  Yan Lingfeng made another fake move, deceiving No. 99 into the air, holding the ball in his left hand, circling around No. 99's body and passing it to Han Dengyun on the other side of the basket. Han Dengyun easily dunked the ball and then gave Yan Lingfeng a thumbs up, his eyes naturally glancing towards the sidelines.

  Li Yi again, letting people despair, arched Fu Zijun to advance the inside line, hooked his hand to hit the ball in, tightly biting the score.

  "Zi Jun, if he wants to shoot, let him. Next round you'll be in a better position inside the line. Don't hard defend against him, no need." Yan Lingfeng passed the ball to Zhao Senming and whispered to Fu Zijun.

  Fu Zijun nodded, seemingly deep in thought: "He's strong, but I'll shine brighter than the moon on the Yangtze River! Can he stop my shot? Sen Ming, pay attention to my position later, if you're open, pass the ball over, got it?"

  Zhao Senming didn't listen to him, and in the next attack, he passed the ball to Han Dengyun in the interior line. Han Dengyun excitedly let out a low shout, using his stout body to pin down No. 99 tightly behind him, then turned around and made another slam dunk, rewriting the score once again.

  When Class 6 of High School No.3 launched an attack, Fu Zijun simply stood inside the free throw line and didn't come out. Li Yi, who received the ball near the free throw line, was momentarily at a loss, like a sailboat that had lost its navigation tower. He hesitated for a moment, then jumped up to shoot, and the basketball bounced several times on the front edge of the basket before luckily falling into the net.

  Zhao Senming slowly advanced the ball, gesturing to his teammates to spread out. He pretended to want to take on No. 19 alone. When the basket was completely empty, Zhao Senming smiled coldly at No. 19, who was defending him. He feigned a speedup towards his right side, but No. 19 had anticipated this and blocked his path. After taking one step forward, Zhao Senming didn't change direction; instead, he used No. 19's body to make a beautiful right turn, striding past him and charging into the interior line.

  Li Yi saw the situation, glanced at Fu Zijun standing far away outside the three-point line with a expressionless face, moved his body to move under the basket, wanting to stop Zhao Senming's breakthrough. Seeing Li Yi coming over to defend, Zhao Senming was not afraid, and in the midst of rapid movement, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, jumped up and prepared to shoot. Li Yi was greatly shocked, hastily turned sideways with his hands open, trying to block the shot.

  Zhao Senming, who was in the air, had already noticed Fu Zijun being left unguarded. As he prepared to shoot with his right hand, he suddenly changed direction and forcefully swung the ball to the left baseline. Fu Zijun received the pass and glanced at the hoop, while Li Yi tried to move forward to defend but was a bit too late. Fu Zijun jumped up with a beautiful posture and sent the ball out in a picturesque motion.

  "Brush!"

  The crisp sound of brushing the net made Li Yi's eyebrows tightly furrowed together.