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Celtics inbounded the ball to the Point Guard, who, as per usual, passed it to the bald player. The bald player charged forward with all his might, clearly aiming directly at A Fei. A Fei was knocked back a meter, and the referee quickly blew the whistle. My pent-up anger finally erupted, "You're not here to play a game; you're here to fight!" I rushed forward, but the referee stopped me, signaling that if I continued to cause trouble, I would be ejected from the game. Just as I was talking to the referee, I felt a powerful punch hit my jaw, and I was knocked to the ground. "Jie!" Ouyang quickly crouched down to help me up. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw the bald player smirking at me while nursing his fist. The referee blew his whistle and shouted at him, "You have been ejected from the game! Please leave the court immediately! The match has been terminated; Celtics has been eliminated!" The bald player nonchalantly walked off the court. The Point Guard and the forward looked a bit uneasy but seemed too intimidated to say anything, thus ending our journey in this Street Basketball Championship.
I stood up, touching my swollen chin, feeling quite frustrated. A Fei dusted himself off and a staff member approached us: "Three Musketeers, congratulations on advancing to the city finals; the next match will be held later." We three had unexpectedly entered the City Finals in this manner. To be honest, encountering a trash team like Celtics was quite unfortunate; they had no sportsmanship whatsoever. I really didn't understand how they made it to the semifinals; they truly insulted the reputation of the real Celtics. Four words: what a joke! I wondered how Haoshuai and his Mortal Team were doing; their match should have ended by now. Should we check on their situation? Would we run into them later?
Shuai Dong and Pang Hao came over after putting away their banner. "I really don't understand how this Street Basketball Championship allows such scum to compete; they can't play basketball and only know how to fight!" Shuai Dong said indignantly. I walked up and put my arm around his shoulder: "Alright, let's go check out the scoreboard!" We headed towards the scoreboard and saw a sign between Mortal Team and Flowing Cloud Team: In Progress. "Their match isn't over yet! Let's hurry and see!" I turned around and ran towards the competition area, with them following closely behind. I wanted to see what made Haoshuai's playing style so exceptional!
Arriving at the competition area, I searched court by court until I finally found where Mortal Team was playing against Flowing Cloud Team. Just as we arrived, the referee blew the final whistle: 0—Mortal Team narrowly defeated Flowing Cloud Team and advanced to the City Finals. We encountered this rival again. I noticed that Haoshuai had removed the bandage from his head; he looked uninjured now—thank goodness! A Fei and the others were unaware that Haoshuai had fought with Situ Jianfei. The three of them walked off the court. "Hey! Three Musketeers, you finished your match!" Haoshuai greeted us when he saw us. We smiled and walked over. "Not bad; we just finished too. Congratulations on making it to the finals!" I performed a bow gesture in congratulations.
"What about you? Did you make it?" Haoshuai asked eagerly. Upon hearing this, Shuai Dong quickly opened up their banner with Pang Hao: "With such a banner, how could we not win? The Three Musketeers are definitely in the finals!" Haoshuai nodded: "Then we'll see each other in the finals arena; we're leaving now." He called out to Mulin and Wei Feixiang, and they walked away. Watching their backs, I fell into thought: what kind of familiar yet mysterious opponent are we facing? Can I keep an eye on Haoshuai? Soon enough, all these questions would be answered. Haoshuai's desire for glory is stronger than anyone else's; I wonder how heartbroken he will be if we shatter his dreams in the City Finals. Sigh! Just thinking about it makes me reluctant to stop him. But a game is a game; we must play seriously—we will not hold back!
As we exited Lake City Park, Ouyang jumped up in excitement, almost leaping into traffic. Both A Fei and I quickly held him back, reminding him to stay calm. Ouyang was just one step away from us; we were so close to becoming champions—he could almost feel the edge of the trophy already! We must hold it in our hands! All five of us placed our hands together: "Ouyang, don't worry; we will do our best to help you achieve your dream because... this is also the dream of all of us in the Three Musketeers. It’s time to feel that championship cup again; it's been a year since we've gone through this cycle of life—it feels like we've gone through a whole reincarnation—but this time, we are not Dream Chasers.
While walking home with A Fei, I suddenly remembered that neither Xia Ying nor Sha Xiaomei had come. Both of us asked him to call Sha Xiaomei, while I called Xia Ying, asking both sides simultaneously. After several attempts without getting through—her phone was always off—I turned to ask A Fei, who also said that Sha Xiaomei’s phone was off too. Huh? That's strange; where could those two girls have gone? They didn’t even come cheer for such an important event like our match! A sense of unease washed over me as I quickly told A Fei: "A Fei, call Zhang Yirong right away and see if they are together!"
"Zhang Yirong, it's me, A Fei. Are you with Xia Ying or Sha Xiaomei" After connecting, he asked immediately while I listened anxiously beside him. Then I heard him say: "Oh, if not then forget it... It's not like I'm thinking about her or anything... Bye." "What did he say? Are they together?" As soon as he hung up, I asked him anxiously. With a helpless shake of his head, he replied: "Nope. Jie, do you think something happened to them?" "Pfft! Don't be ridiculous; what could happen to them? They’ll be fine..." Although I said this out loud, my heart began to wander into dark thoughts...
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