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Chaos on the pitch.

Xiao Qingyang fell to the ground, Han Hui rushed towards Yang Wei angrily, but was blocked by Liang Bo, who stared at Han Hui coldly, as if you want to move Yang Wei to pass me first.He is close to two meters tall, like an iron tower, which really makes people dare not move rashly.

However, Han Hui was not afraid of Liang Bo. Maybe other people would be frightened by him, but Han Hui was definitely not among them. The scar on Liang Bo's forehead was a clear proof.

"Han Hui."

Yuan Feng grabbed Han Hui, shook his head at him and said, "Don't be impulsive, if you do something, you will be tricked by the other party."

Jiang Xuezhou also persuaded: "If you do it, you will definitely be sent off. Don't forget our goal. For the championship, you must be patient."

"But is this playing ball?" Han Hui roared angrily. He was not a good man, he had a bad temper, his fists were clenched, and he was murderous.

At this time, Xiao Qingyang suddenly said: "I'm fine."

Several people looked at Xiao Qingyang together, Zhuang Yu squatted down and reached out to pull Xiao Qingyang, but he avoided him, turned his head and said stubbornly: "I'm fine, everyone, don't be impulsive."

But Zhuang Yu could clearly see that there were a few more finger prints on his face, and his right eye seemed to be a little bloodshot and red... Why are you all right now that you look like this?Well, you are stubborn and want to save face, but you still compete with me at this time, you are really sick.

Cao, labor and management are too lazy to care about you.

Zhuang Yu was not so good-tempered, he stood up with his hands up, came to the sidelines, and waved to Fatty Zhao in the audience: "Fatty, did you take a picture?"

Fatty Zhao had a camcorder in his hand and had been recording from the beginning of the game.

Hearing Zhuang Yu calling himself, he reacted, squeezed to the sidelines, and said: "It's been filmed, and it has been filmed since the beginning of the game."

When Fatty Zhao came to the sidelines, Zhuang Yu took the camera and checked the replay. Seeing that the angle was good, he took a picture of Yang Wei's shot just now, nodded, and came to the referee with the camera: "Referee, I think you You should look at it, it's definitely a physical foul."

Seeing that Zhuang Yu came over to show him with a camera, the referee was a little confused.

Not only him, but other people were also a little dumbfounded, especially the people from Yunan Middle School. Damn, this guy actually prepared a camera.

Too much - dog - right?

There is no video recording in the city league, and there is no replay of the video. The referee's judgment is based on a pair of eyes and experience.In this way, it is inevitable that there will be omissions, and there are places that cannot be seen. When they are not seen, Yunan Middle School will have the opportunity to play tricks and play tricks.

But if there is video playback, the referee can check it at any time, then many of their tricks are not very easy to use.

If one is not good, you will get yourself down.

The game was forced to be interrupted, and Xiao Qingyang was helped to the sidelines for inspection. There were fresh finger marks on his face, and one eye was congested and the eyeball was red.

Seeing him like this, even if Zhuang Yu was annoyed by this guy, his face became extremely ugly at the moment, Yang Guohui asked worriedly: "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine." Xiao Qingyang tried his best to force a smile, "It was just a slap, but unfortunately it didn't make it 2+1."

"Are you still thinking about 2+1 at this time?" Yang Guohui said angrily, "You and I will come down and rest later, let Gao Xiaoguang go up."

"Coach, I..."

"That's it, after the free throw is executed, the substitution will be made."

Xiao Qingyang insisted on playing, but was interrupted by Yang Guohui unquestionably.

On the other side, the referee was watching the replay, but in the end he did not give Yang Wei a "technical foul", thinking that he was going for the ball, but accidentally hit Xiao Qingyang, and only gave a common foul and two free throws.

"Report, will you brag, isn't this called a technical foul?"

"Is there any mistake, just give a common foul, what kind of people are beaten, the black whistle can't be so black, right?"

Immediately, the students of No. [-] Middle School quit.

All kinds of boos, protests, and abuse came and went.

The students from No. [-] Middle School slammed at the court. Just now, they were swearing at the players of Yunan Middle School, cursing Yang Wei, and now even the referee was also spitting.

"T-what..."

Han Hui was very unhappy with the result of the penalty, but he couldn't yell at the referee for "black whistle" like the students in No. [-] Middle School. He just clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

Fans can scold, but players can't, otherwise they will suffer technical fouls, or even be sent off directly.

Zhuang Yu took the camera back and wanted to find the referee's theory, but was stopped by Jiang Xuezhou, shook his head at him, and sighed: "After all, this is not the NBA. You can record the video, but the referee may not accept it. On the contrary, they may think that you are making a video. Challenge his authority. And even in the NBA, referees often don’t watch the video, so it’s useless for you to argue.”

"Damn." Zhuang Yu was annoyed for a while, "Is it possible that this is the end of it?"

In order to deal with the possible black hands of Yunan Middle School, Zhuang Yu specially asked Fatty Zhao to borrow a portable video recorder. He thought it would be effective, but now it seems that it may not be so.

Jiang Xuezhou shook his head and said: "That's not true. At least it can be regarded as a deterrent. It will put some pressure on the referee and Yunan Middle School, and maybe make them restrain themselves."

That's it?

Zhuang Yu was very dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do. He returned the video recorder to Fatty Zhao and told him to continue recording.

......

The game continues...

Xiao Qingyang stood on the free throw line and only made one of two free throws. Then he was replaced by coach Yang Guohui, replaced by Gao Xiaoguang, and told several people on the court: "Be careful."

Several people nodded in response, with murderous looks on their faces.

No. [-] middle school retreated, and Yunan middle school attacked.

Chen Haoyu came to the frontcourt and asked while dribbling: "Is that kid named Xiao Qingyang okay?" He sounded concerned, but then he lowered his voice and said in a cold tone: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning That's all."

Zhuang Yu's pupils shrank, and a cold light shot out from his eyes, and he couldn't help asking: "You are so dirty, don't you think you are insulting basketball?"

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"Insulting basketball?" Chen Haoyu smiled, and looked at Zhuang Yu with the eyes of an idiot, "Are you kidding? Since ancient times, winners and losers, the stadium is like a battlefield, and the truth is only in the hands of the winner. As long as you can win, who will win?" It’s about how you win.”

"No." Zhuang Yu said decisively, "It's not like that."

When his parents divorced, Zhuang Yu felt that the whole world had become gloomy.

During that time, basketball accompanied him, brought him joy, made his world less gloomy and restored light.

In Zhuang Yu's heart, basketball is the best friend and partner...it is also alive, you love it, respect it, and it will repay you, and you will never leave it.

What Yunan Middle School did and what Chen Haoyu said was an insult to the game, a tarnish to basketball, and a trampling on Zhuang Yu's inner beliefs.

Unforgivable.