"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

The gymnasium at Shilan Secondary School was unusually lively today, and there were also some unfamiliar faces on campus.

Or rather, the excitement had already begun long before the holiday started. The school was promoting the game, not only informing its own students but also attracting some fans from nearby areas to watch the match.

The junior secondary school team of Sze Lan Secondary School will face off against local youth sports schools, which are secondary and lower-level educational institutions established to cultivate sports talents.

However, due to a lack of funding and students, the sports schools declined rapidly, and the Shilan Middle School basketball team was facing the only remaining sports schools in the area.

On one side is an elite high school that is currently at its peak and practices diversified talent cultivation, while on the other side is a sports school that is already in decline and is 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 their teaching philosophy by stepping over the loser's corpse.

At least in the eyes of some people today, compared with the professionals in sports schools, the "pretty boys" of Shilan Middle School are far inferior.

Facts have proved that it is true.

The first half of the game, which lasted 20 minutes, was over. The score between Shilan Middle School and the Youth Sports School was 22 to 32, with the Youth Sports School team holding a commanding 10-point lead.

Click.

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

"Your jersey." Chu Zihang took the jersey out of his locker and handed it to him. "You'll be playing as an inside player in the second half."

"The coach really trusts me." He looked at the number 8 jersey in his hand and smiled.

The players present all recognized him as Qi Xiuyuan, but they didn't expect him to be here.

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

A guy who can only hold a pen has actually come to be a substitute, and the coach actually agreed to it. Has the country become so corrupt?

Qi Xiuyuan ignored the surprised or hostile looks from the other players, changed into the number 8 jersey that Chu Zihang had prepared for him, found a seat, and began to look through the other team's player information.

Even sitting in the locker room, you could feel the noise from the spectators outside, making the temperature in the stadium and the players' adrenaline surge.

At that moment, an old man with a sallow complexion and gray hair pushed open the door and entered the changing room.

The old man looked to be sixty years old, but he was energetic and had a strong presence. After glancing at him, the players who had been whispering fell silent.

clap clap!

"Alright, everyone, perk up! It's only a 10-point deficit, we'll catch up in the second half!"

After glancing at Qi Xiuyuan, who remained silent with his head down, the old man clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, and said with a serious expression, "First of all, what you're most concerned about, is the lineup for the second half..."

There's no doubt that Chu Zihang will remain at center, and the point guard, shooting guard, and small forward positions remain unchanged. The only one who looks bewildered is the muscular power forward who was replaced by Qi Xiuyuan.

"Wait, I've been switched?"

He pointed incredulously to his own face, then to the seemingly indifferent Qi Xiuyuan beside him: "Him? Why...?"

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

The muscular man always thought that even if it was rotation, it wouldn't be his turn.

"Why should I?" The old man glanced at him and roared irritably, "Because of your recklessness in the first half, missing three shots. If Chu Zihang hadn't brought the pace back, everyone else would have been led astray by you!"

He craves victory more than physical defense.

Having witnessed Qi Xiuyuan and Chu Zihang's teamwork, he knew very well that the two of them could give him what he wanted.

"I……"

Upon hearing this, the muscular man choked, his face turning red as he couldn't speak. In the end, he didn't dare to resist the coach's tyranny and could only glare at Qi Xiuyuan hatefully.

"A silver-plated spearhead," he muttered in a low voice.

But apart from him, this lineup did not elicit any opinions from the other players, after all, his performance in the first half was indeed too poor, but the other players did not have any expectations for Qi Xiuyuan either.

On the contrary, some people are already secretly preparing to gain fame by stepping on Qi Xiuyuan.

They can't do anything to Chu Zihang, so why can't they do anything to a scholar?

"Remember this!" The old man glanced at the group, his voice low, hoarse, and powerful. "This is our territory, and no one else has the right to run wild here!"

"yes!"

The moment they pushed open the locker room door, the boys' faces flushed slightly as the huge cheers filled their ears, sending their adrenaline soaring.

A wave of intense heat swept over us, and shouts surged like a tidal wave, filling the entire space with clamor and uproar.

Qi Xiuyuan glanced at the stands, which were packed with a sea of ​​black people.

It's no wonder it's one of the most popular mass sports.

A worn-out basketball hoop and a basketball that's been through countless hands, plus a few energetic kids, are all it takes to quickly forge a bond between men and start a game.

However, once something becomes a "circle," it's not easy to return to the simple joys of childhood.

People outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out; gradually, it becomes a besieged city.

Besides the leaders of the two schools, there were also several middle-aged men in suits, who were most likely scouts from some professional football teams.

Everyone noticed that the lineup of Shilan Middle School had changed. They had replaced the intimidating-looking muscular man with a handsome but unfamiliar young man.

Compared to the other aggressive players around him, Qi Xiuyuan, who seemed rather mild-mannered, was somewhat out of place.

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

"That's strange, I don't remember him at all?"

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

"Go Shilan Team! Go, Senior Brother Chu!"

A girl wearing a purple mini-skirt and white high-heeled boots jumped and shouted, her high ponytail bobbing up and down with her movements, looking youthful and energetic.

"Keep it up, Qi Xiuyuan!"

Another girl simply cupped her hands in front of her, her face flushed, and shouted so loudly that everyone around could hear her. The enthusiasm and brightness she displayed were truly heartwarming.

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

"Qi Xiuyuan?"

The principal of the youth sports school, sitting in the front row, frowned upon hearing this and looked at the vice principal of Shilan Middle School beside him, who had a mysterious smile on his face, and said, "If I remember correctly, it's your school's child star and bestselling author, isn't it?"

"Oh my, I didn't expect you to know this kid too." The vice principal smiled and said casually, "But our Shilan Middle School has always adhered to the principle of cultivating elite talents through diversified education in morality, physical education, aesthetics, and labor."

What's the difference between this and using a close-range ultimate attack?

The principal of the youth sports school twitched his face, but finally couldn't help but let out a cold snort, saying with a forced smile, "Heh, is that so? 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 times and policies, problems such as the neglect of cultural education in sports schools, limited employment opportunities for students, deficiencies in the quality of coaches, and a singular training objective have gradually been exposed.

Therefore, in order to win this competition, prove their worth, and revive the youth sports school, they have prepared their trump card.

Thinking of this, the principal of the youth sports school squinted at the number one player leading the team on the field.

Those who learned of the rotation player's identity from others were somewhat surprised.

Child star? Writer?

How much do you look down on youth sports schools?

Or perhaps, having fallen behind by ten points, the Shilan team knew there was no way to turn the tide and had given up, so they simply replaced their mascot with a substitute? Aren't they afraid of being used as a stepping stone by the youth sports schools?

"Shaojie, from now on you'll be the main attacker, targeting their weak points. You understand what I mean?"

The coaches at the youth sports school didn't forget to shout reminders to their team's number one player from the sidelines.

This is practically a stepping stone and "reputation" delivered right to our doorstep.

"clear!"

The tall striker relaxed his shoulders, looked at Qi Xiuyuan standing at the back of the Shilan team in the distance, a glint of gold flashing in his sharp black eyes, and licked his lips, saying, "I will crush him!"

Seemingly sensing his gaze, Qi Xiuyuan also raised his eyelids to look, but his eyes suddenly became strange.

It wasn't because of the other party's disdainful gaze, but because of the light screen that reappeared in front of them, and the familiar name on the screen.

[You are sparring with Sasuke, but through your newly acquired sensory technique, you sense a gaze lurking in the shadows. He emerges from the shadows—it's the older brother of that brat from not long ago. He's there to apologize on behalf of his brother, but he wants a fair fight with you.]

Although he wore a smile, his eyes were as cold as a snake, a feeling that seemed all too familiar...