Insufficient balance

  The basketball thrown by Zhang Jialin slowly rotated in the air, drawing a parabola before slowly flying towards the basket...

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on the basketball that was gliding through the air, and this ball also decided the fate of the game. Where it finally landed would determine whether a winner could be born in this game...

  The basketball fell onto the rim of the basket, slowly falling down. When everyone thought it was going to go in, the ball bounced off the inside of the rim as if playing a joke on everyone. The ball was again popped up by the rim, and just when people were about to sigh, it fell back onto the rim once more. After rolling around the rim for a circle, this mischievous basketball finally dropped into the basket.

  3-2. Zhang Jialin won the singles match with a goal that had a bit of luck to it.

  After the victory, Zhang Jialin didn't show much excitement. He glanced at the high school student who still had a cold expression on his face and saw that he didn't have any obvious signs of disappointment from losing the game. It seemed that this dark-skinned boy didn't care about his own defeat.

  "It seems my luck has improved a bit. You're really good at playing basketball. I truly hope you can join our school's basketball team." Zhang Jialin knew that if this person joined the school's basketball team, the team's strength would increase by a notch, because the weakest link in the experimental middle school basketball team was their backcourt.

  "There's no such thing as good or bad luck, I just lost. But next time, I'll definitely win against you." The dark-skinned high school freshman still had that arrogant tone.

  Zhang Jialin was at a loss for what to do with this arrogant freshman, and he walked back to his own team in annoyance.

  At this time, Bian Guohui walked over and patted the dark-skinned boy on the shoulder: "You play basketball well, although you lost, but you have the ability to enter the school team. I represent the experimental middle school team to welcome you." Bian Guohui felt very surprised and happy that there was another good guard in the school, and with this dark-skinned guard joining the basketball team, it would be a great help to his own team's strength.

  "Can I join the school team now? Didn't I lose?" The dark-skinned boy was a bit surprised.

  "Alright, you may have lost the game, but I saw your ability... Basketball is a team sport, not decided by individual strength. You need to understand this point. I hope that when you join the team, you can integrate into the team and make it a cohesive unit. Don't always rely on your own strength to force your way through. The ones who win on the basketball court aren't necessarily the strongest players, but rather the strongest teams." Bian Guohui said meaningfully to the dark-skinned boy with an air of arrogance about him.

  "The one who wins on the basketball court is not necessarily the strongest player, but the strongest team." Lin Xiaoyu couldn't help but look at the middle-aged basketball coach wearing a blue sports suit with newfound respect after hearing his words. Such insightful remarks would never be heard from Zhu Chenggong, the fake coach of Lin Xiaoyu's previous school basketball team. Lin Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel interested in joining this experimental middle school's basketball team.

  The dark-skinned boy nodded his head in understanding after listening to Bian Guohui's words and pondering for a moment.

  "Hehe, you're a kid with great basketball talent. Work hard and you'll definitely achieve something... by the way, what's your name?" Bian Guohui was delighted that this proud-looking dark-skinned child could humbly listen to his words.

  "My name is Xiao Haifeng. I'm a student in Class 6 of the first year of high school." The dark-skinned boy reported his own name.

  "Alright, from now on, come to this court every odd-numbered day of the week after school for training. Next time you come, I'll have your uniform ready. Come to my office tomorrow and report your height and weight, and I'll help you get a suitable uniform."

  That dark-skinned boy named Xiao Haifeng chatted with Bian Guohui for a while, then grabbed his basketball with one hand and left the court.

  "This kid is going to join our team, looking at his arrogant appearance, I really don't want to play with him."

  "I hope he can blend into our team. If his playing style doesn't change, Coach Bian won't want him to stay on the team either."

  "It's just that, he can't even compare to our Lin Zi. If he were to face Lao Da, I reckon he wouldn't be able to score a single goal."

  "That's for sure."

  "When will the boss come back? Is he all right?"

  "Hurry back, we'll wait for the boss to return and then go for that emerald championship, and then play in the national middle school basketball tournament... That would be perfect."

  The basketball team members started discussing in private, two or three at a time. It seemed that the "old big" they mentioned was the soul of their team.

  "How about it, Xiao Yu? Want to join the basketball team?" Yan Nan asked, looking at Lin Xiaoyu with her beautiful eyes.

  "Well, the coach of this basketball team is not bad. Under his guidance, I may be able to improve my own ball skills." Lin Xiaoyu also thought it would be great to join this basketball team that felt pretty good. Training in basketball should be a nice change from the dull school life.

  "Hehe, then go join. I also want to see you wearing a jersey and running on the court." Yan Nan's beautiful big eyes completed two adorable crescent moons.

  "Just join if you want to, I still have to take that new student test anyway." Lin Xiaoyu was a bit annoyed by these tedious rules for joining the team. He didn't want to be like that dark-skinned boy and find a player to duel with to show off his skills. Lin Xiaoyu didn't like this feeling of playing basketball. Lin Xiaoyu thought that he played basketball not to get some first player title, as long as he could experience happiness in basketball, it was enough.

  "With your skills, you'll definitely be able to join. If they knew you, they'd be eager to pull you in." Yan Nan was most familiar with Lin Xiaoyu's basketball skills. If Lin Xiaoyu could join the basketball team, Yan Nan decided to become a cheerleader or female manager for the team, so she could spend every day with Lin Xiaoyu. As she thought about it, a captivating smile appeared on her face.

  "Let's go, we'll talk about the basketball team later. I need to go home and eat first, I'm starving." Lin Xiaoyu stood up and held out her hand to Yan Nan.

  Yan Nan put her hand in Lin Xiaoyu's, using the strength of Lin Xiaoyu's hand to pull herself up: "Alright, let's go. You have to join the basketball team." Every time Lin Xiaoyu pulled her up like this, Yan Nan felt a kind of happiness.

  Zhang Jialin, who was training on the basketball court, saw his heartthrob leaving with a tall and handsome guy, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. In this moment of distraction, Zhang Jialin failed to catch his teammate's pass.

  "Jialin, what are you looking at? Focus on your training." Bian Guohui always maintained a stern expression during training. Despite being able to get along happily with the younger players in daily life.

  Zhang Jialin picked up the basketball and continued to practice, Bian Guohui glanced at where Zhang Jialin had just looked, and again saw that boy who seemed familiar.

  Is it him? Bo Guohui's eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered where he had seen this boy before.

  Guo Hui remembered the handsome boy he had seen before. The handsome boy was the No. 15 who led the experimental middle school's junior high school basketball team to defeat his own experimental middle school in the indoor basketball court.

  It was this No. 15 who took down his favorite disciple Chen Yongzhi on the court, and that No. 15 was also injured by Chen Yongzhi's foul and left the field. In that game, this No. 15 gave Bian Guohui a deep impression. His organizational ability and scoring ability are both terrible. Now this person is much taller than when Bian Guohui saw him at first, otherwise Bian Guohui would have recognized him early. With such good physical conditions plus his ball skills, if he can play in the basketball team, it's likely that they will win the city championship this year.

  Bo Guohui couldn't help but reveal an excited smile. The boy was wearing the uniform of Shiyan Middle School, it seemed that he had also come to Shiyan Middle School to study, and it seemed that letting him join the basketball team wasn't a trivial matter after all.

  Pan Guohui was getting more and more excited, Pan Guohui decided to find that old friend in the principal's office tonight and have a good drink. Today, he found two students who were quite good at playing ball, when something good happened, Pan Guohui had to treat his old friend to several good wine and dishes.

  Starting to write a youth campus basketball story, don't know if everyone will like it or not, just give some advice as always, thank you.