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We boarded the train to Beijing, and when Xia Ying and Sha Xiaomei came to see us off, they almost cried but managed to hold it back. Situ Yanan didn't come; she must be at home feeling sad. Once on the train, I discovered that our person in charge was still our old friend, Uncle Li. We quickly pulled him down to catch up. He asked me about Li Kanglin's situation in the Yulin School Team. I told him that his skills and physical condition were excellent, and after just one season, he had already become a key player in our Team. Uncle Li nodded with a smile, clearly pleased. Yes, his son was on his way to achieving his dreams one by one.
After several hours of travel, we finally arrived in Beijing. Stepping off the train and standing in the square felt so familiar! It had been a year since I last saw the tall buildings of Beijing, and they were still dazzling. "Wow! Beijing looks so magnificent! I have to enjoy myself in the heart of our country," Ouyang exclaimed as he marveled at the scenery.
After arriving at the hotel and closing the door, Ouyang lay on the bed shouting, "Brothers, we actually made it to Beijing! We are here for the North China Region finals! And it's even a sponsored trip! Is there anything better than this in the world? Hahaha..." A Fei and I exchanged helpless glances. "Sigh! Another one has gone crazy. I've noticed a pattern: every team member who comes to Beijing goes a little mad, just like we did last year, happily bouncing around." I couldn't help but smile. "It does seem that way. But it's no wonder; only city champions can come to Beijing. We are indeed a team of champions; we have every reason to be proud!"
In the afternoon, we had to go for the draw. It seemed that all the champions from the eight major divisions were different from us except for A Fei and me; this was our second time coming to Beijing for a competition. After the draw, we were placed in a group with the Firearms Team (Tianjin champions), Flying Team (Datong champions), and Gray Machine Team (Taiyuan champions).
"This afternoon we will face the champion Flying Team from Shanxi Datong in the opening match. I wonder how strong they are," we analyzed together after returning to the hotel. Ouyang couldn't see how good Flying Team's physical condition was; logically speaking, they should be slightly better than us. A Fei's height puts him at a disadvantage in the paint, and relying solely on agility is tough. I laughed and said, "How do you think we got through all these challenges?" A Fei immediately fell silent. I patted his shoulder to relieve any unnecessary pressure he might feel; Ouyang and I would support him when needed. A Fei looked up at me with an odd smile and said, "I really have no confidence here; will you guys help?" Ouyang chimed in with a line from Zhao Benshan: "This is doable." A Fei quickly replied, "This is not possible at all! Hahaha!" Then the three of us burst into laughter. Honestly, I wasn't entirely confident either, but as a leader, I couldn't let my teammates feel unnecessary pressure. With our combined efforts, we would surely be victorious!
In the afternoon, we arrived at familiar Kuda Square. The venue seemed even more vibrant and new compared to last year; it must have been renovated recently. "My goodness, is this really a basketball court in Beijing? Is this truly Beijing's court? Oh my..." Ouyang started again, squatting down to touch the floor in amazement. I quickly went over to help him up: "Ouyang brother, let's not embarrass ourselves and ruin our image as Cangzhou's Three Musketeers; it's too shameful!" "Oh right," Ouyang replied as he stood up straight with an overly gentlemanly demeanor. "Just be natural; we don't want others thinking we're country bumpkins," I elbowed him lightly. Ouyang muttered something about having too many rules before heading towards the Locker Room while dancing disco as he changed clothes—he was truly something else! Wait? Why hadn't I seen any members of Flying Team yet? Would they only arrive right before the match? They really had no sense of time.
When we emerged wearing jerseys printed with "Three Musketeers," we all gently touched our shirts. My number was 1, Ouyang's was 8, and A Fei's was 7. Normally in street basketball competitions, it doesn't matter if jerseys have numbers or not, but we always insisted on having them printed because it represented our responsibilities and beliefs as Three Musketeers; having numbers gave us our own identity. After a while, Flying Team finally arrived late—three players all styled with foil hair and wearing green headbands. As they got closer, we were all stunned into silence: the three members of Flying Team were actually triplets! It was unbelievable; being multiples must give them some sort of telepathic connection—their level of coordination should be extremely high! All three were remarkably similar in height and appearance; what was most outrageous was that their blue jerseys had nothing but their team name "Flying" on them—completely blank otherwise! Was this meant to confuse their opponents? It seemed likely.
The triplets from Flying Team were all about 1.8 meters tall—similar to us—and they had strong physiques but weren't overly muscular; they had healthy athletic builds that were slightly less muscular than bodybuilders. "You must be the Three Musketeers Team! Hmm? You look so familiar... Oh! I remember now! You were last year's National Championship Dream Chasers team! Right?!" One of their players suddenly recalled. "Hehe, sorry about that; that's all old news now—we're now the Three Musketeers starting fresh from scratch! The lineup for Dream Chasers is different now; we've got new members joining us—like this guy here," I quickly explained while promoting Ouyang to raise his profile a bit. The player from Flying Team immediately extended his right hand: "Ouyang classmate, nice to meet you!"
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