"Brothers, Senior Brother Feng has arrived!" Huang Xiaoke, the most well-informed person, rushed into the locker room. He seemed to have a loudspeaker in his mouth, shouting until the doors and windows were buzzing.
"real?!!"
"Can it still be fake?!" Huang Xiaoke exaggeratedly said, "His fans have bought two-thirds of the stands! I heard that outside the basketball hall, many people are taking cash from students to collect tickets What! The price has already reached this number!" He compared a number, and with his jaw-dropping expression, the effect was very comical.
"What the hell?" Someone asked in surprise, "Is this price sitting on Senior Brother Feng's lap?"
Someone else said, "I don't know if I can have as many fans as Senior Brother Feng in my life... No, I'll be satisfied as long as I have half of his fans!"
Everyone agreed, only Meng Yufan was absent-minded, sitting alone in the corner of the dressing room, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Okay, stop chatting." Captain Liu Fangzhou took out a small basket, "The coach asked us to hand in our mobile phones."
"Ah? Why?" Someone was puzzled.
"Why else?" Liu Fangzhou said, "Today's audience is from outside the school, and there are many female fans. The coach told us to be honest and stop worrying about it! We are here to play ball, not to shoot guns. If we want WeChat, we will hang Lang Dang as a friend, if it spreads out, it will be too embarrassing for Huada."
Adolescent boys are especially irritable when their hormones are at their most active. Some male players who can’t control their waistbands can change their girlfriends once they go out to play a game. This time it's a home game. If there is a scandal involving the male players, there will be no room for Coach Wu's old face.
Huang Xiaoke pouted, and reluctantly turned off the phone and turned it over: "Old Wutou is just worrying... Those female fans are all here for Senior Brother Feng. With him, who would pay attention to us."
"That's right." A center answered, "It sounds ugly, we haven't even left the school gate, and we are not sure if CUBA will be able to reach the national semi-finals; Brother Feng, the two-time CBA MVP, is still the national champion! You guys! Believe it or not, when we stand with Senior Brother Feng, no girl will look at us."
"Okay, you talk more." Liu Fangzhou said impatiently, "If you know that you are not as good as Senior Brother Feng, then practice the basic skills hard! Stop talking nonsense, and hand over your mobile phone."
He took the small baskets and collected the mobile phones one by one. After turning around, he walked to Meng Yufan and handed the basket over: "Fanzi, hand in your cell phone too."
"Oh..." Meng Yufan said wearily, "I'll say a few more words."
He clicked on WeChat, found the pinned account, and hurriedly typed a few words.
After the rain, the sky is clear: Sister Xiaoxiao, are you here yet
After the rain, the sky is clear: If you are busy with work, it doesn't matter if you can't catch up with the game.
After the rain, the sky is sunny: But don't forget the date tonight.
Rain over the sky: I have something to say to you.
After sending this string of words, he kept staring at the phone screen, waiting for Yang Xiao's reply, but Liu Fangzhou was really rushing, Meng Yufan had no choice but to turn off the phone pitifully and hand it over to the captain.
"Who are you sending a message to? So reluctant." Liu Fangzhou asked curiously.
"One of my..." The boy hesitated, and finally chose a vague title, "...friend."
Liu Fangzhou raised his bald eyebrows and said meaningfully, "I don't think it's an ordinary friend, it's your 'little rubber band', right?"
Meng Yufan was choked and coughed dryly.
"Cub, listen to Dad's advice." Liu Fangzhou patted his shoulder heavily, "You can't lick a dog."
Meng Yufan: "…"
…
Hwaseong University basketball hall is a bit old and can only accommodate 1,000 spectators. The CUBA qualifiers have not received much attention, and many times, even if the tickets are sent, half of the audience will not be seated.
But today, the entire auditorium was full, and some people even took "standing tickets" to fill the corridor on the top of the mountain!
In the stands, the best and most front area was individually circled, and the relatives and friends of the players with yellow infield tickets sat here under the guidance of the security guards.
Yang Xiao's position is in the last row of the infield, and the players' families are on the left and right. And her target Feng Xiang sat in the first row.
His official height is 2.01 meters and he weighs 95 kilograms. Like Meng Yufan, he also plays the forward position.
He was surrounded by other players on the basketball team who were not on the court. Before he was seated, the group of young players enthusiastically gathered around and asked him to take photos and sign autographs.
She raised her neck and looked at the tall men in the first row, thinking about how to walk over calmly and calmly, interjecting and expressing her purpose at critical moments.
She used to be a reporter and knew how to speak. If she wanted to open up the situation, she must find a topic that Feng Xiang was interested in.
Before watching the game, Yang Xiao specially collected Feng Xiang's information from the Internet and recorded all of it in his mobile phone.
She turned on her phone and was about to check the data, but found four messages from Meng Yufan lying quietly on the screen. The environment was noisy when she entered the venue, she turned her phone to vibrate again, and did not notice the message from the boy.
She hurriedly clicked on WeChat to reply to him.
LOL: I'm already here, right in the stands.
LOL: You can see me as soon as you come out.
LOL: Tonight's date... I won't forget.
But at this time, Meng Yufan had already handed over his mobile phone, and Yang Xiao couldn't wait for his news, so he simply quit the chat box and continued to work.
Feng Xiang's fans are very enthusiastic. On the opposite stand, fans actually put up a banner with an enthusiastic confession - "Feng Xiang, I'd like to put you in my heart."
For those who don't know, they thought it was a special meeting of Feng Xiang.
Seeing the fans' banners, Feng Xiang got up and waved at them. The station sisters raised their "long guns and short cannons" one after another. For a time, the entire venue was filled with the crisp sound of the shutter being pressed.
Seeing this scene, Yang Xiao has a better understanding of Feng Xiang's popularity. If he can really invite him on the show, the ratings will definitely increase significantly!
The game is about to start, Yang Xiao doesn't dare to waste any more time, she wants to win Feng Xiang immediately, immediately, now!
She took out a makeup mirror from her carry-on bag. The girl in the mirror had a delicate and bright makeup—eyeliner, check; lipstick, check; hairstyle, check; clothes, check!
She smiled confidently in the mirror, put away her belongings, got up from the last row, walked down the stairs, and slowly walked to the front of the stand.
There was an accompanying staff member next to Feng Xiang, who was in his early thirties, and he couldn't tell whether it was his assistant or his manager. When the staff member saw Pingting, a well-dressed intellectual beauty approaching, he looked nervous and stopped her immediately.
"Is there anything wrong with you?"
Yang Xiao knew that if she directly said that she was a TV director, she would definitely be stopped. She took it easy, took out the yellow ticket in her hand and shook it in front of the man, and smiled lightly: "I'm here to find a friend."
After speaking, she swept her eyes brightly and accurately grabbed her target from the first row.
"Dongdong!" She shouted affectionately, "Auntie is here to see you!!"
Xu Dong, who was caught inexplicably: "..."
The staff looked at Xu Dong who was tall and strong, and then looked at the young "aunt" with bright eyes and white teeth in front of him, shocked to the point of being speechless.
Yang Xiao threw his long hair, and under the attention of the staff, the models walked to Xu Dong.
She sprayed a niche salon perfume today, Une Rose from Frederic Malle. The main note is a rare rose and red wine pairing. The woody fragrance in the back note supports the floral fragrance in the middle, making her smell like a mellow wine. Human, but with a vague sense of mystery and firmness. And wherever she walked, the aroma spread.
"Eldest nephew, let it go." She looked down at Xu Dong who was sitting beside Feng Xiang, "I want to sit here."
Xu Dong: "..." His body took a step forward and staggered a seat to the side, leaving an empty seat for Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao turned around and sat down.
The basketball players in the same row recognized her and talked in low voices.
"Wait, isn't she Fanzi's 'little rubber band'? I remember when she was playing with Communication University before, she came to see it!"
"Yeah, Fanzi also forwarded the flowers from the school flower to her."
"What's the matter, when did she become Xu Dong's aunt?"
"You ask me, who am I asking?"
"But did she break up with Fanzi? I remember Fanzi's little rubber band seems to be gone..."
"Shhh!!"
If they can run on the court as fast as their minds run when they gossip, then they won't have to sit on the bench.
The whispers of several people did not reach Yang Xiao's ears. She is now thinking about her work, for the ratings, to slap scumbags and scumbags with her grades, and to be promoted to satellite TV... She must get an exclusive interview with Feng Xiang!
She closed her eyes, counted three, two, one in her heart, adjusting her breathing.
Then she opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at Feng Xiang who was sitting on her right side.
"Captain Feng, I've admired your name for a long time." She smiled generously and stretched out her right hand, "I'm Yang Xiao, I'm a—"
"Miss Yang, it's nice to meet you." Feng Xiang interrupted her unspoken self-introduction. He took her hand, the calluses on the palm of his hand were rough. The two overlapping hands swayed up and down, the man's deep eyes fell on her face, the scar on the left eyebrow did not reduce his handsomeness, but made him appear more attractive. "Knowing your name is enough, the rest are not important."
…
The music is booming.
During the cheering and dancing of the cheerleading team, the doors of the lounges on both sides of the field were opened, and the players of the two teams ran out in a row, waving to the audience on both sides of the field.
As soon as they ran out of the lounge, the team members of Hwaseong University were taken aback.
Huang Xiaoke's feet softened and he said nervously, "This... there are too many people!"
Liu Fangzhou nodded, looking at the fans who were already full and standing in the stands, and said enviously, "I don't know when we will be able to have as many fans as Senior Brother Feng did?"
"There will be." Among the twelve, Meng Yufan was the only one who did not show an envious look, his tone was determined, as if he was describing something destined to come true, "My fans, I will be better than him in the future. more."
They are playing at home, and they already have the advantage. The Hwaseong University of the Arts against them is a "water team". Seeing this crowded audience, they have completely lost their fighting spirit.
The players on both sides shook hands and looked happy, but everyone knew that the gap in this game was like a tiger and a cat, and the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
After shaking hands, the seven substitutes walked to the rest area next to the arena. Meng Yufan is the starter of the game. As a striker, he has to fight for the jump ball in the first quarter.
The basketball team at Hwaseong University of the Arts is too "watery". There are not many tall men who can play basketball in the school. The boy who acts as a striker is only 1.85 meters, 11 feet shorter than Meng Yufan. centimeter. The two stand together, and there is a stark difference in muscle mass and height.
Meng Yufan got the ball.
The referee stood in the middle circle with the basketball in his hand, the ball in his right hand, and the silver whistle in his left hand and put it to his mouth—the whistle sounded, and the basketball was thrown high and flew into the sky.
At the same time, Meng Yufan and the opponent striker took off at the same time, raised his arms, stretched out his five fingers, and chased the basketball that took off...
When Meng Yufan jumped to the highest point, gravity seemed to disappear, and he was almost stuck in the air.
The jump ball is the most important part of competing for the right to serve in the first quarter. Whoever jumps to grab the ball can master the rhythm of the first quarter.
But at such a critical moment, Meng Yufan lost his mind.
What did he see? —In the stands, Yang Xiao was sitting next to Feng Xiang. Neither of them paid attention to the game on the court, but were chatting with each other and talking about something.
The boy froze.
Between the lights and flints, countless distracting thoughts flooded into his mind.
Although Meng Yufan's mind was empty, his body still remembered the actions he should do.
With a wave of the boy's palm—the basketball swiped across his fingertips, and fell into the arms of the University of the Arts forward under everyone's astonished gaze.