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Chapter 24 Golden Eyes, I will crush him!

The gymnasium of Shilan Middle School is particularly lively today, and there are some unfamiliar faces on campus.

In other words, the enthusiasm had already begun to build up before the holiday. The school was promoting the game, not only making it known to the students of the school, but also attracting some fans from nearby to watch the game.

The opponent of the junior high school team of Shilan Middle School is the local Youth Sports School, which is also known as the amateur sports school for teenagers. It is a secondary and lower education institution established to cultivate sports talents.

However, due to lack of funds and students, the youth sports school declined very quickly. The Shilan Middle School basketball team was facing the only remaining youth sports school in the area.

On one side are the elite middle schools that are now thriving and pursuing diversified reserve talent training; on the other side are the sports schools that are on the decline and struggling due to lack of funds and students.

This is an opportunity for both Shilan Middle School and the Youth Sports School. The winner can prove his or her own teaching philosophy by stepping on the other's corpse.

At least in the eyes of some people today, the "pretty boys" of Shilan Middle School are far behind those professionals of the Youth Sports School.

Facts have proved that it is true.

The 20-minute first half of the game was over. The score between Shilan Middle School and the Youth Sports School was 22 to 32, and the Youth Sports School team was leading by 10 points.

Click.

Chu Zihang pushed open the door of the locker room. The other players who were resting were about to say hello when they suddenly saw someone walk in.

"Your jersey." Chu Zihang took out the jersey from his locker and handed it to him. "You will be arranged to play as an inside player in the second half."

"The coach really has confidence in me." He looked at the No. 8 jersey in his hand and smiled.

All the players present recognized this man, Qi Xiuyuan, but they did not expect him to appear here.

If Chu Zihang's number 1 represents the soul, leader and core of the team, then the number 8 usually represents the main rotation substitute inside player.

A guy who can only hold a pen actually wants to be a substitute, and the coach actually agreed. Has he become so corrupt?
Qi Xiuyuan ignored the surprised or hostile looks of the other players, changed into the No. 8 jersey prepared for him by Chu Zihang, found a seat to sit down, and began to look through the opponent's player information.

Even when sitting in the locker room, you can feel the noise from the crowd outside, which makes the temperature of the stadium and the players' adrenaline soar.

At this time, another old man with a sallow complexion and gray hair pushed the door open and walked into the locker room.

The old man looked to be in his sixties but he was full of energy and had a strong aura. After a glance, the players who were whispering fell silent.

clap clap!

"Alright, everyone, cheer up! It's just a 10-point deficit. Make up for it in the second half!"

After glancing at Qi Xiuyuan, who lowered his head in silence, the old man looked at everyone and clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. With a serious expression, he said, "First, what you're most concerned about is the lineup for the second half..."

Chu Zihang is still the center without a doubt. There is no change in the point guard, shooting guard and small forward. The only thing is that the muscular power forward who was replaced by Qi Xiuyuan looks confused.

"Wait, I was replaced?"

He pointed at his own face in disbelief, then at Qi Xiuyuan who was standing aside and not trying to compete with the world: "Just because of him? Why..."

The coach of the Shilan Middle School basketball team has always been an old-school coach who advocates muscular defense. He is obsessed with playing competitive basketball and firmly believes that fierce confrontation and meat grinder-like defense are the mainstream.

The muscular man always thought that even if it was a rotation, it would not be his turn.

"Why?" The old man glanced at him and shouted angrily, "Just because you were reckless in the first half and missed three shots, if Chu Zihang hadn't brought the rhythm back, you would have dragged everyone else down with you!"

He is more eager to win than to play muscular defense.

He had witnessed the cooperation between Qi Xiuyuan and Chu Zihang, and he knew very well that these two people could give him what he wanted.

"I……"

Hearing this, the muscular man choked and his face flushed red, unable to speak. In the end, he did not dare to resist the coach's power, but just glared at Qi Xiuyuan hatefully.

"Silver-plated spear head." He cursed in a low voice.

But apart from him, this lineup did not cause any objections from other players. After all, his performance in the first half was really too bad, but the other players did not have any expectations for Qi Xiuyuan.

On the contrary, some people are secretly preparing to become famous by stepping on Qi Xiuyuan.

It’s bad enough that they can’t do anything to Chu Zihang, but can’t they do anything to a scholar?
"Remember this!" The old man glanced at them and said in a low, hoarse, powerful voice, "This is our territory. It's not someone else's turn to run wild!"

"Yes!"

The moment they pushed open the locker room door, the young men's faces flushed slightly. A resounding cheer filled their ears, sending their adrenaline soaring. An suffocating wave of excitement washed over them, and the shouts surged like a tidal wave, filling the entire room with a roar and a seething excitement.

Qi Xiuyuan glanced at the spectator seats, which were packed with people.

Should we say that it is worthy of being one of the most popular mass sports?
A worn-out basketball hoop, a basketball that is not very well handled, and a few energetic kids can quickly team up to form a friendship among the men and have a game.

However, once something or something becomes a "circle", it is not easy to return to the simple happiness of childhood.

People outside couldn't get in, and people inside couldn't get out, and it gradually became a siege.

In addition to the leaders of the two schools, there were also several middle-aged men in suits and ties, most likely scouts for some professional teams.

Everyone has noticed that there has been a change in the lineup of Shilan Middle School. The muscular man who looked quite intimidating was replaced by a strange young man with outstanding looks.

Compared with the other aggressive players around him, the seemingly gentle Qi Xiuyuan seemed a bit out of place.

"Is he a rotation player? Has he played before?"

"Strange, why don't I have any impression of him?"

Just as everyone was stunned and confused, a discordant shout suddenly came from the audience.

"Come on, Team Shilan! Come on, Senior Brother Chu!"

The girl in a purple miniskirt and white high-heeled boots was jumping and shouting, and her high ponytail behind her looked youthful and energetic as her body rose and fell.

"Come on, Qi Xiuyuan!"

Another girl simply made a trumpet shape with her hands and placed them in front of her. Her face flushed red and she shouted so loudly that people around her could hear her. The enthusiasm and brightness shown by the girl were simply refreshing.

But when she shouted, Liu Miaomiao, who was sitting in the corner with her sisters, suddenly looked up. The others also recognized the face, but they felt more surprised and suspicious for a moment.

"Qi Xiuyuan?"

The principal of the Youth Sports School, who was sitting in the front row, frowned upon hearing this. He looked at the vice-principal of Shilan Middle School, who had an enigmatic smile on his face, and said, "If I remember correctly, it's that child star and best-selling author from your school, right?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you knew this kid, too." The vice principal smiled and said casually, "But our Shilan Middle School has always been committed to cultivating diverse elite talents in moral education, physical education, aesthetics, and labor."

What's the difference between this and zooming in close to the face?
The principal of the Youth Sports School twitched his face, but finally couldn't hold it in and snorted coldly, saying with a forced smile, "Haha, really? Then I'm even more looking forward to the performance of your students."

从1992年到1996年的四年中，国内获得世界冠军的运动员有361个，90%以上的运动员都来自体校，第26届奥运会拿到的16枚金牌更是全部来自体校。

However, with the changing trends of the times and policies, problems such as sports schools' neglect of cultural education, poor employment prospects for students, defects in coaching staff quality, and single training objectives have gradually been exposed.

Therefore, in order to win this competition, prove their own worth, and revive the Youth Sports School, they have prepared a trump card.

Thinking of this, the principal of the sports school narrowed his eyes and looked at the number one player on the field.

Everyone who learned the identity of the rotation player from other people around them was also somewhat surprised.

Child star? Writer?
How much do you look down on sports schools?

Or was it that, with the gap widening, the Shilan team, realizing they couldn't recover, had given up and simply replaced their mascot? Aren't they afraid of being used as a stepping stone by the Youth Sports School to break through?

"Shaojie, you will take the lead from now on and attack the opponent's weak points. Do you understand what I mean?"

The coach of the Youth Sports School did not forget to shout reminders to the number one player of his team on the sidelines.

This is a stepping stone and "reputation" that comes to your doorstep.

"understand!"

The tall forward relaxed his shoulders and looked at Qi Xiuyuan, who was standing at the end of the Shilan team in the distance. A hint of gold flashed in his sharp black eyes. He licked his lips and said, "I will crush him!"

As if noticing his gaze, Qi Xiuyuan also raised his eyelids to look at him, but his eyes suddenly became strange.

It was not because of the other party's arrogant eyes, but because of the light curtain that appeared in front of him again, and the familiar name on the light curtain.

　There is one more chapter. My right eyeball is congested and it hurts a little. I don’t know what’s going on. The next chapter will be later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)