Rekindling the dream of becoming a star

Chapter 23 The Wind Rises (I)

Nanyang No. 1 Middle School Stadium.

Nanyang No.1 High School has always been a symbol of Nanyang's high school community. Whenever you talk about which high school is strong in both soft and hard aspects, Nanyang No.1 High School will definitely be the first one that comes to mind.

The left and right stands can accommodate 4,000 people, and the east and west sides have large screens, one side displays the score, time and technical fouls, and the other side plays back the real-time game screen. Twelve high-ratio large speakers, coupled with DJs, create a lively atmosphere during the game. The double keel, imported Canadian maple floor, feels even better than professional stadiums, and the floor is waxed and maintained by the inhumane Zhou every day, making it look like a mirror. Anyone who comes here will sigh: it's a luxury.

Nanyang No.1 Middle School has always been a place that many teams both yearn for and fear. Not only does it have hardware comparable to that of a professional stadium, but it also has a team that has been thriving for 20 years.

Nanyang No. 1 Middle School team.

A team that brings together the best players from the surrounding areas of the city. Every year, the basketball team of Nanyang No. 1 Middle School will have two to three full-time basketball coaches who go to junior high schools across the province to select good seedlings. As long as you are selected, Chengbei High School will find a way to let you go to high school. With generous conditions and luxurious treatment, there are almost no unsuccessful examples.

Nanyang No. 1 Middle School is located in the wealthy area of NY City. It has always been ridiculed by other public schools as a private school within a public school. The hardware specifications of the school have been repeatedly raised, arousing public anger, but No. 1 Middle School has always gone its own way and never paid any attention.

There is no way around it, since the three people who have headed the Education and Sports Bureau have been principals of Nanyang No. 1 Middle School.

In recent years, the authority of No. 1 Middle School has become even stronger.

Especially after Bai Ye came along, he was 188cm tall, agile and light, with a strong and well-proportioned body and delicate facial features. He was at the forefront of contemporary popular appearance. In addition, his name was also colorful and easy to remember, which made him quickly become Nanyang's number one star.

What is rare and precious is that Bai Ye never distracts himself from his training. He is so hardworking that it is shocking. He has always been the captain Sheng Zhi's first choice to scold other players. He is also the favorite of head coach Huang Yuanshan, who loves and hates him.

Love is true love, hate is also true hate. Bai Ye is too paranoid, and unruly is an understatement to describe him.

The reason why they just lost the friendly match to the Affiliated High School was because of the bet between Bai Ye and Yan Zhen. Before the game, Bai Ye made a harsh statement and asked him to solve the problem alone. We saw the result in the end. No. 1 High School lost face.

At this moment, Huang Yuanshan and Sheng Zhi were sitting on the long benches on the sidelines, watching the three-gun training on the court and talking.

Strictly speaking, in the high school world, there has always been a saying that the head coach and the captain are the main and deputy. The coach is responsible for arranging training and tactics, and the captain helps the coach manage the team's personnel and supervise the morale of the team. The two are both teachers and friends, and such a team is on the right track.

"How many will come in?" Huang Yuanshan asked.

The team leader, Sheng Zhi, was a senior high school student, and he was also 198 cm tall. He was a typical Shandong man with a strong body, a loud voice, and a short flat head. Hearing this, he said, "72/90."

"A 7% three-point shooting rate is not bad!" Huang Yuanshan was very satisfied.

"Maybe more than that!" Sheng Zhi said.

For the last ten balls, both of them couldn't help but hold their breath.

A short-haired boy shouted at the same time: "Ye, the last ten!"

At the same time, the skinny boy under the basket passed the ball with a shake of his hand.

Bai Yewen pretended not to hear. He stood on tiptoe, with his heels off the ground. He leaned forward slightly, with his feet spread just wider than shoulder width, his knees bent at a wide angle, his hands bent in front of his chest, his eyes fixed on the flying basketball.

He caught it, lifted it up, and exerted force on his toes. When the ball was just above his chin, his body was already straight. At this moment, he looked up at the basket, and following the force rising from his lower body, he raised his upper arm and elbow straight up. His elbow joint straightened out, and his shooting wrist naturally turned down. The basketball rolled out and fell straight towards the basket with a high amplitude.

The arc is a curve with the front half floating high and the back half falling sharply. It goes into the frame hollowly, brushing the white net like a stone hitting the calm water surface, jumping out of the frame plane and splashing a wave.

"Good shot!" Sheng Zhi cheered in a low voice.

No waiting, no pause, comfortable posture, smooth force, quick shot, perfect result, I have to admire it, what a great three-pointer.

The ball was caught before it hit the ground, and then passed out of the three-point line again, with the same posture, the same speed, and the same result.

"One, two, three, four, five... the last three, the last two, the last one, yeah! All hit!" Sheng Zhi jumped up from the bench and shouted excitedly.

"82/100!" Huang Yuanshan let out a long sigh and a smile finally appeared on his face.

Looking at the players celebrating joyfully on the court, Huang Yuanshan did not stop. The team had not been so joyous for a long time since losing to the Affiliated High School.

He knew that staying in the gym now would only make them nervous. This week's training had been very hard and they should relax.

"8% three-point shooting rate, that's awesome!" The short-haired boy jumped while counting.

The person involved did not smile too much, but just kept panting. He swung his numb arms and lightly stepped on the floor to relax his sore thighs. Someone handed him a towel. It was Jiao Yun. Bai Ye thanked him, "Good job!"

"You've practiced for two months, and I've been teaching for two months, so of course I'm not bad at all!" Jiao Yun had a shy expression, but his words sounded very complacent.

"Jiao Yun, you, a skinny power forward, can finally transform into a supporting inside player, haha! From now on, the ball will go through your hands first!" The short-haired boy came over, but was held down by Jiao Yun: "Xie Shan, if you shoot randomly, I won't pass it to you!"

The boy with short hair and baby fat, round eyes and big ears, pink and chubby, was very cute, and I don't know how many little girls he attracted at school. When Jiao Yun pressed his head, he quickly got rid of it, and while fixing his hair, he argued unconvincedly: "What are you talking about? I'm a shooting guard, my job is to shoot, you just need to grab rebounds and pass the ball to get assists!"

Bai Ye ignored the two childhood friends and walked over to the bench to drink some water and rest. Captain Sheng Zhi sat over and said, "The summer training was not in vain. I finally got my hit rate up to 8%!"

The young man shook his head. He had sharp features, and his phoenix-shaped eyes showed his cold temperament. His eyebrows were like long knives piercing his forehead. It must be said that it was pleasing to the eye no matter how many times you looked at him. Everyone said that Bai Ye was the most handsome man in Nanyang High School. There was really nothing to say about it.

"It's not enough. I didn't have enough time to change my hand shape, and it's still not stable. My pressure shot success rate is less than 40%, and this doesn't even include the physical exhaustion after the strong confrontation. There's nothing to be happy about." He stood up and shouted, "Don't be lazy, keep going!"

I must make up for the loss to the Affiliated High School!
Yan Zhen, you wait.

Bai Ye swore in his heart.

Xie Shan spread his hands, ran to the other side of the field obediently, and began to practice the back half of the shot.

Jiao Yun returned to the basket and picked up the basketball.

The training continued. Sheng Zhi narrowed his eyes, and the faces of several people flashed through his mind.

You thought we lost, but the real No. 1 Middle School has just woken up!

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On a giant plastic playing field, many green dots are flashing.

This is the comprehensive sports field of Nan'an Middle School. The outer ring is a regular track, in the middle is a standard football field, and the corners outside the track and the football field are filled with basketball courts, tennis courts, long jump, shot put and other venues.

The characteristic of Nan'an Middle School is green. Although there are few plants, you can see green everywhere. Green flags, walls, and even green school uniforms.

The school basketball team is naturally green, with a green background and white edges. Tall teenagers are sprinting on the track.

Two assistant coaches were checking the timetable and recording. Head coach Qian Yong stood at the side of the track with his hands on his hips, intimidating every player who wanted to slack off with his glares.

"Hurry up, Zhang Hansheng, why are you being lazy? If you don't want to practice, get out!"

"Liu Ziheng, what are you doing? Everything will be fine once you run away? Run back here!"

"Xue Yi, your captain is awesome, right? Run another 1500 for me!"

Qian Yong called out the names one by one. The team members he called had sad faces, but none of them dared to say a word. They just lowered their heads and obeyed.

The September sun is still not yet rid of its scorching heat. Everyone feels the water being quickly squeezed out of their bodies. They feel like a piece of sugarcane, quickly turning into a pile of sawdust.

But no one gave up and they were busy completing the goals set by their coaches. Nan'an, a public boarding school, is located in a valley outside Nan'an Town, the farthest part of the city. It focuses on cultivating talents in sports and arts. Every year, the first or second undergraduate students in arts and sports basically come from Nan'an Middle School.

This is also the main reason for the continued strength of Nan'an basketball. Nan'an is never short of sports talents. No matter how powerful No. 1 Middle School is, the number of places is limited. What's more, Nan'an's enrollment scope has gone beyond the city and is open to the entire province.

This was originally the pride of Nan'an, but it also became Nan'an's shame. The basketball department has always been the focus of jokes from other technical departments. With so many resources in hand, it has never won a championship, always ranked fourth, and has never even touched a medal.

Qian Yong had a gloomy face. He was already the eighth head basketball coach of Nan'an. Last year was his first year in office, but he actually fell out of the top four. This year, he had to see a medal no matter what, even if he was still fourth, so that he could have an explanation.

The pressure is suffocating. Sports are cruel. Without results, you are nothing. No matter how many and how brilliant your achievements were in the past, they cannot offset the ravages of time. This year is crucial.

His eyes turned to a young man who was practicing silently not far away.

Yue Zang!

Track and field, football, tennis, volleyball, every specialized department is vying for this talent.

His body is extremely perfect, with a fat percentage below 7, and almost all the small muscle groups in his body are trained. His body coordination and athletic ability are at the national level. Qian Yong didn't dare to rush up to grab it at that time, but he saw Yue Zang walk up to him and said to him seriously: "Coach, I want to play basketball!"

Qian Yong never scolded Yue Zang once, not because he was grateful for his choice, nor because he was doting on him, but because Yue Zang never needed his supervision. As for the training he arranged, he would only increase the amount and never reduce the content.

His core strength has reached the pinnacle. At least for Qian Yong, a famous basketball coach in the province, he has never seen anyone stronger.

What he lacks is the ability to read the game. He started playing basketball too late, in the second year of junior high school, which means he has only been playing for a little over two years. His height of 187 cm also weakened his dominance on the court, but it doesn’t matter, Yue Zang has perfectly inherited the characteristics of Nan’an.

That's fast!

With or without the ball, it's all lightning.

Under Nan'an's core tactical system, this ability is infinitely magnified. Yue Zang, the freshman in the first year of high school, is undoubtedly the core of Nan'an's future, without a doubt.

Xue Yi came back after running, panting heavily. He was in the third year of high school and this was his last year. He had not won a medal every year, and this year was his last chance. Although he was the majestic big brother in the team, he was usually a warm-hearted man who cared about the female classmates, especially in front of them.

Having changed five girlfriends in two years, Xue Yi is also known as the love saint of Nan'an.

With a height of 192cm, skin that never gets tanned, a head of naturally curly hair, handsome facial features, and a delicate personality, he is extremely qualified to be a boyfriend or a captain.

"Coach!" Xue Yi came over, drinking water, his eyes moving around. Seeing that the coach ignored him and kept looking at Yue Zang in the distance, he smiled and said, "Coach, Yue Zang will definitely surprise everyone this year."

"It's not surprise, but fear!" Qian Yong snorted.

Xue Yi shrugged his shoulders. He had nothing to say about the coach's high expectations. Yue Zang was very strong, but it was a pity that he started playing too late and had no feeling for the game. Without him leading the team, he couldn't stand at all. His ability to lead the team alone was worrying.

Qian Yong seemed to be able to read minds. He turned his head and said in a gloomy voice, "You should know why I moved you to the same dormitory with him!"

"I know!" Xue Yi sighed. It was too painful to live in the same room with such a piece of wood.

Have you ever seen a monster who does 200 push-ups before going to bed? Or someone who gets up at 5 a.m. to do 100 pull-ups? I dared not to be lazy, for fear that my title of captain would be looked down upon. It was really a torment during this period.

"Lead him well. What he lacks now is the ability to read the game. You should talk more, explain more and analyze more. This is the most important thing for you as captain. Do you understand?" Qian Yong also softened his tone. After all, it was not easy for Qian Yong alone to dig out the treasure of Yue Zang.

"Yes! He has good comprehension. Although I, Xue Yi, am not as awesome as Bai Ye, I am also well-known in Nanyang. But coach, wouldn't it be better to let him play as a small forward? Maybe he can grow even better!"

"How high is Bai Ye?"

Xue Yi shut up and shrugged: "As long as you are happy!"

After saying that, he ran away obediently.

(End of this chapter)