waste heat

During the intermission, the scoreboard read 17:2.

This score makes people feel unmotivated. The people who watched the game and those who participated in the game, no one had a smile on their faces, and all of them were dignified.

Cheng Yan's team walked back to the rest area. Everyone's expression was very bad. The classmates rushed over to support and encourage them. Even the old class couldn't stand it anymore and told them it was okay.

He knew that Cheng Yan had a wild heart and had always wanted to join the school team, so this had to hit the child hard.

"The head teacher said it's okay, it's definitely okay, the opponent is too strong, even the other class is the same," Shen Yun comforted: "Let's work harder in the second half, isn't it already improving?"

It's hard to say, just got a chance to breathe together, and the opponent immediately suppressed them, just like this game, how they want to play, completely depends on their mood.

"Our team is mainly due to lack of tacit understanding. It will be fine in the second half. It should be easier to play when we regain the touch." Li Xiaoxiao wanted to attribute the problem to the touch, but it didn't make sense. They were all played at the same time. The opponent's touch Is that good?Or the gap in strength.

Everyone's comfort in turn didn't help. Qu Tao and others sat on the chair without speaking, their faces were heavy, and they couldn't take a good breath even during the intermission, and their mood fell to the bottom.

The entire class area is filled with a decadent atmosphere.

After Cheng Yan came back, he left without saying a word or drinking water.

"Cheng Yan?"

"What's wrong? Where are you going?"

Shen Yun yelled, but he didn't respond, just looked at his back and disappeared from the crowd.

Shen Yun didn't dare to follow, his face made her a little scared, she had never seen such a solemn face from Cheng Yan.

Zhao Yibai's eyes followed Cheng Yan, and he sighed in silence.

Cheng Yan came to the pool alone, turned on the faucet, and the turbulent water gushed out from the pipe. He held the water and slapped himself on the face. It was too big and too fast, and the water splashed into his socks and nasal cavity , the corner of the clothes was wet, coughed a few times at the same time, turned off the faucet, propped up the wet water table, feeling a cavity of defeat.

What about extra training?When it comes to the actual arena, isn't he still unable to perform?Isn't he still the same dish?He can't beat the team led by Gao Ming on the school team, and he can't beat the team led by Ding Pu who almost entered the school team.

So what if Song Yu gave him guidance?Who can save him?He is a natural food, he is not as good as others, what my mother said is right, he is not born with this kind of food, he does not have this talent...

Why do you have to force yourself into the school team?Obviously so many people have warned him and reminded him that he is not the strength of the school team, he can't win this trial, why didn't he listen?Do you have to plunge in?Embarrassed in front of the whole school?

He's going to fail, he's going to be kicked out of his ideal dream, he's going to return to this skinny world, admit that he's unbearable, admit that his meager skills, admit that he will never be able to create miracles, admit that he Never catch up with Song Yu.

What will he do after graduation?He went to a farther place to train, he went to a better school, met more people with the same ability, they have something to teach, they stand on the same level, there will be many people around him, and he... ...will remain forever in today's defeat.

What right does he have to be arrogant in front of Song Yu?Why does he think that the little liking he has for him now can support them to the end?go further?It was right for him not to agree, they were about to separate, and they would never have a chance to see each other again, that little liking was just a charity he pursued for himself.

He will never be able to like himself as much as he likes him, such crazy, turbulent, year-to-year emotions, his love is just pity him...

People will deny everything when they are frustrated. Now he can't get out of the circle of self-destruction. He can't face the second half of the game. He can't accept that in Song Yu's last year, he still failed.

He is working hard, not playing tricks, hard work is useless, can you pity him?Can you give him a miracle?This is the last chance, he can still follow his chance, otherwise, he will be left far behind, he does not want such an ending...

Even if you can't match him, you must have the ability to stand behind him, instead of being unable to touch his back.

Cheng Yan walked to a piece of lawn and sat on it. He felt very tired. He had never played such a tiring game. He even felt a little suffocated.

The frequency of his heartbeat was getting lower and lower, not because his mentality had stabilized, but because he was too depressed. He had already seen the end of the game, and also saw the end of him and Song Yu.

Just like the beginning, it was all a failure.

The whole thing is a failure.

Cheng Yan's deep doubts prevented him from paying attention to the footsteps behind him. A pair of low-profile black net shoes bypassed his slender body sitting on the ground. looming.

The English in the middle half of the tattoo does not know what it means, and the other half is hidden in the sneakers that Song Yu's toes are touching, in the curved and slender calf, in the tightly bound calf socks.

Cheng Yan raised his eyes, because the person in front of him was handing him an open bottle of water.

His legs were propped up and retracted, this action was a bit defensive.

Song Yu paid attention to his movements, with a hint of displeasure in his deep eyes.

Cheng Yan took the water he gave, held it in his hand, and didn't drink it.

"It's just 17:2, is it that bad?" Song Yu said: "Oh, it's miserable to say the least. There was a chance to recover, but the morale of the team is too low. Those who have a way to dismantle the opponent's tactics are depressed and self-doubting , The mood of the whole team is getting worse one by one, there is no need to compare in the second half, just admit defeat."

Song Yu's words are Zhuji, it sounds like he is satirizing them, but Cheng Yan still understands his intentions, he is encouraging him, but unfortunately he has returned to reality, his arrogance and frivolity have been broken, he is not so idealistic, Cheng Yan said: "You don't need to encourage me, I know my strength."

"Oh? Do you really know?" Song Yu questioned deeply in his soul.

Cheng Yan squeezed the water bottle tightly, without raising his head, looking at the ground under his feet, the green grass roots, feeling weak all over.

"The game is still too little, and I don't know the cruelty of reality, let alone the importance of mentality. Let's listen to a few examples." Song Yu jumped and said, "In the third game of the Eastern Conference finals in 02, the Celtics beat the opponent in 8 minutes. Being behind by 26 points, it became the highest score in the game, and everyone thought this team was doomed, but in the last quarter, they scored 19 points in a single quarter, and finally turned around with 26 points to win the game."

"In the Western Conference playoffs in 12, the Clippers played against the Black Bears. In the last 8 minutes of the last quarter, the Clippers were still behind by 24 points, but no one called to give up. As a result of the game, the Clippers came back against the wind, which is exciting."

"Let's talk a bit closer. In the 17 Eastern Conference playoffs, the Cavaliers vs. Pacers, this game was more dramatic. The Cavaliers have been behind since the beginning. The Pacers led by 26 points in the first half, almost surpassing yours. Half of the score, but is it useful? In the second half, James recovered the score alone, the whole team cooperated highly, and finally went to victory, making this game a classic game against the wind."

Song Yu spoke eloquently, without any anxiety in his tone, as if he was telling a story to a child.

But the children were not motivated, Cheng Yan said clearly: "How could I be James? My team is not the Cavaliers."

"Is that Ding Pu? Is his team the Cavaliers?" Song Yu asked.

Cheng Yan raised his head: "Of course not."

Song Yu spread his hands: "So, you also haven't experienced professional training. You have both played basketball for a long time. You are similar in age. Even if your skills are poor, how far can you go? Is the opponent really so invincible? A three-pointer in the opening game blew up the mentality of your team, and you couldn't even calm down and think, and you were led by the nose throughout the first half, and a garbage tactic made you like this?"

"His tactics are great... I don't know what to do at all."

"Very powerful? How powerful? The tricks of fooling people are no longer played, and you are still investigating the authenticity of other people's tactics?"

"But their tactics can score goals and score, and that's useful."

"There is no seamless tactic. Tactics require absolute on-the-spot adaptability. If something goes wrong, the whole tactic will go to unknown risks. What should we do at this time?"

Cheng Yan lowered his head: "I don't know."

Song Yu said coldly, "You know."

Cheng Yan's thoughts became active, the emotions on his face changed from confusion to clarity, Ding Pu's tactics played back in his mind, how to concede the ball, how to score, every frame is very clear, Cheng Yan's thoughts are in a ball A gleam of light suddenly appeared in the paste, "Give up tactics?"

"Of course we can only give up," Song Yu looked at him with relief, "Tactics are dead, but people are alive. All tactics can only determine the opening, not the outcome, because there are too many accidents in the middle. When a tactic is formulated at the beginning, it is often impossible to use this tactic to the end. The obstacles in the middle will force the tactic to be changed. At this time, what is needed is the cooperation between teammates. That is to say, cooperation is more important than tactics, no matter how good the tactic is. It also requires tacit cooperation to play out.”

Cheng Yan was silent.

"When Ding Pu beat you, one tactic ran through the whole process, and the same tactic could still be used repeatedly. It wasn't that his tactic was great, but because you didn't have any tacit understanding and thinking. You were all thinking about what to do, how to defend, and what tactic he used this time. , Have you ever thought about what to do with them?"

Cheng Yan was half clear and half confused, as if he understood, but also as if he didn't understand.

Song Yu looked at the lively stadium, the game was about to restart, and their rest time was about to end.

"When I first played basketball, my heart was as high as the sky. After winning a few games, I was invincible. I was looking for a challenge from the senior grades. I was tortured by others. The worst time was 25:0. You are okay, at least there are There are two points."

Cheng Yan looked at him incredulously, never thought that he would have such a disastrous basketball history.

"Being able to counterattack and score points shows that there is still strength. Your teammate won two points that were not easy to score, but no one was happy for him. They all fell into a slump in morale and waited for the defeat. Unqualified."

"Qu Tao has done his duty as the captain."

"Then have you done your duty?"

Cheng Yan tightened his fingertips, "I... have done everything I can, and there is nothing I can do."

"Whether you're helpless, or lie flat and let it beat you, you know in your heart," Song Yu said, "Cheng Yan, you've never been able to see yourself clearly."

Cheng Yan didn't understand.

"You want to join the school team because you promised me. Once you meet any strong opponent, you will doubt your own strength, so try to draw me out of your pressure zone. Have you forgotten that you are too From childhood to adulthood, you have no less experience than anyone else, have you played fewer passerby games? Before I appeared, did you not play basketball? Have you never played a formal game? Have you never met a strong opponent? Is it?" Song Yu stared at him closely: "Did you want to admit defeat when you fell behind? Did you question yourself?"

He used to play basketball with Zhao Yibai, it was just a hobby, and he met many opponents with strange or eccentric styles in the passerby game. At that time, there was not so much pressure to win or lose. , If you lose, you lose. No one will doubt their own strength after losing a few times. Competition is also an experience.

Now that this mentality has completely changed, what is he doing?The purpose is too strong, and I can't accept the disadvantaged results, and I can't accept the ending of losing, which leads to the extreme and slanted mentality.

This is a game taboo.

"You have been playing for a long time, and even touched the ball earlier than many people. You may not be strong enough, but your experience will not make you lose too badly," Song Yu said, "I didn't ask you to win, but to enter the school." Team, the opponent can win, you can also lose, I only have one request for you, you can't lose too ugly."

Experience does not allow him to give up on himself like this, nor does he allow the opponent to win too easily. The opponent standing opposite them is the opponent. If they can appear on the same field, the two sides are evenly matched. No one wants to watch the game between the master and the novice. The arena is not a place for jokes, anyone who can stand in front of you should not be underestimated.

"Do you really think... do we still have the ability to fight back?" Cheng Yan asked an adult who had experienced all kinds of situations in the world like an ignorant child.

Song Yu chuckled: "You should believe in your team more than I do."

Cheng Yan said: "But... I really don't know what to do, I have no way to dismantle their tactics."

"Actually, sometimes, dismantling a tactic doesn't require a method, but only needs to be created..." Song Yu flicked his forehead lightly, "Chaos."

Cheng Yan's eyes became clearer: "Chaos?"

Song Yu nodded: "Turn passiveness into activeness, sometimes dismantling is dismantling."

Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes, covered his forehead and said, "I don't understand."

"Think about it yourself," Song Yu stood up. At this time, a microphone came from the arena, asking all the players to return to their positions immediately. Song Yu walked out and said with his back turned: "Give me a satisfactory answer in the second half. I want to see it." To the smoke of counterattack."

Fight back?can he do it

Song Yu walked out.

"Song Yu," Cheng Yan called out to him, his gloomy mood saw light, and he didn't know where he retreated, Song Yu stopped, Cheng Yan stood up from the grass, lowered his head and pinched the water bottle, exhaled, and asked: "If I really can't make the basketball team, will you be disappointed?"

He doesn't know his scruples, he is afraid that his grades this time will not be good, and he will ruin the agreement with him, and if he can't get into the school team, he can't get closer to him, and he will lose the opportunity to get along with him in the future, which will make him clear his mind With wavering.

He is worried about everything, so it is a pressure.

Song Yu squinted his eyes, his voice turned heavy, and he fell into the nervous figure from the corner of his eyes, and he was never more sure of his mind than now.

"Why are you disappointed?" Song Yu shouted loudly, "Whether you can get in or not, aren't you still Cheng Yan?"