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“Shuai Dong, you must be joking, right…” Ding Fang stepped forward, holding onto a glimmer of hope. Shuai Dong turned his head to look at Ding Fang: “Do you think I look like I'm joking in this situation?” After hearing this, my heart felt like it was being scraped with a knife, and I closed my eyes, slightly raising my head. During afternoon training, A Fei came over and asked me, “What exactly happened? How did it get so serious?” I had no words. I stood up from the court, picked up a basketball from the sidelines, and sprinted towards the hoop. In the paint, I leaped and executed a one-handed axe dunk, slamming the ball into the basket. “Good!” After landing, my unaware teammates gave me scattered applause and cheers. A Fei didn’t ask me anything further; we both entered training mode together. As the team’s chief backcourt officer, I couldn’t let anything affect our training state. For the sake of the entire Team’s atmosphere, this is the most basic professional attitude for an athlete.
After school, on the way home, A Fei pulled me into an alley and leaned his bike against a wall. “So, what’s going on?” A Fei asked in an interrogative tone. I couldn’t help but laugh: “You’re smart; you should have guessed by now.” “Stop playing around; I want you to tell me directly what’s going on.” A Fei had no hint of joking in his tone. I stopped teasing: “It’s because of Situ Yanan…” I sat down on a large stone in the alley. A Fei stared blankly and murmured: “Looks like I guessed right; women really are a great source of trouble!” “No, this time you’re wrong; it’s Shuai Dong’s own one-sided wishful thinking; he’s too stubborn.” I quickly defended myself. A Fei came over and patted my shoulder: “So what do you plan to do? Are you really going to cut ties with Shuai Dong?” I stood up and lifted my bike: “You know I can’t do that. I believe Shuai Dong is just temporarily blinded by jealousy. After some time when he calms down, I’ll sit down and talk with him rationally.”
The next day we were playing at home against Yueli High School. The atmosphere felt pressure-free as usual. In the morning, Teacher Qiu specifically called us together for a morning meeting. Teacher Qiu planned to start me, Ouyang, A Fei, Tu Lei, and Lu Yinghao, while having Li Kanglin ready to substitute for Lu Yinghao. Wei Weiwei would be the backup for Tu Lei. “Coach, Leap High School’s strength shouldn’t be much stronger than that of Twenty-Four Middle School, plus we’re at home; it looks like five consecutive wins are within our grasp! We can take them down while having fun,” said Li Kanglin, full of confidence after his great performance in the last game. Teacher Qiu shook his head: “Your attitude towards the game is wrong; there are no eternal weak teams on the court. Having confidence in winning is good, but don’t underestimate any opponent…” After hearing this, Li Kanglin nodded in understanding just as the door swung open to reveal the team from Xingtai Yueli High School, looking weary but determined. Their lineup hadn’t changed at all from a week ago; they were still that group of young and energetic players.
The game began, and both sides quickly got into rhythm. I was filled with pent-up frustration; right from the start, I drove straight to their basket and scored over the Center. Then I stole the ball twice in succession from their point guard and executed fast breaks successfully. I felt like a wild horse running free, charging madly down the court. Midway through the first quarter, I even completed an alley-oop dunk over a defender. Under my leadership, we completely stunned our opponents. After assisting Lu Yinghao with a final alley-oop layup, the first quarter ended with an overwhelming score lead of 7 points—an extremely lopsided score just in the first quarter. As we walked off the court, Teacher Qiu was so excited he could hardly contain himself, joyfully clapping his hands and shouting. We high-fived each player on the bench. “Team members, you’ve finally found your true rhythm! This is truly the atmosphere of our Yulin! Dare to fight and charge forward with fierce defense and quick organized offense—that's exactly how I've been coaching you! You’ve finally grasped it! Your performance has been outstanding; you’ve energized and activated the whole team! You can now rival or even surpass Zhongqi!”
“This is just part of my job; before I always fell short of expectations; this time I've just completed it satisfactorily,” I said without feeling any joy at all. However, through these twelve minutes of explosive play, I did feel somewhat relaxed. The second quarter began immediately after; we continued with our original lineup while I kept up my crazy performance. A Fei and Ouyang also got into their groove: Ouyang hit four three-pointers in one quarter while A Fei contributed assists for mid-range shots all over the place. I assisted Tu Lei with an impressive drifting dunk that amazed everyone. Later on, when Li Kanglin was substituted in, our entire Yulin School Team went completely wild. As halftime approached, classmates pushed open the doors and rushed in; it turned out school had ended! As soon as they entered, they started chanting “Go Yulin!”. Following behind were Situ Yanan, Zhao Bin, Sha Xiaomei, and Pang Hao. I looked around but didn’t see Shuai Dong. My heart sank; it seemed he was still angry with me.
“Brother Jie, go for it! You’re the best!” shouted Situ Yanan, waving her arms to cheer me on from across the court. Seeing her like this stirred mixed feelings within me; all I could do was release it on the court by playing hard in the game. With five seconds left in the game, I controlled the ball past half-court while A Fei ran out asking for a pass to attack. Ignoring him completely, I continued controlling the ball until only one second remained before taking a shot from just over half a meter beyond the three-point line. The ball arced beautifully through the air before swishing through the net as thunderous applause erupted throughout the arena. The halftime score was set at 71-49; we had expanded our lead to twenty-two points! At this rate, we could almost enter garbage time early in this game as excitement filled all our classmates. With a serious expression amidst their cheers, I walked into the locker room with my team; playing well was what truly mattered to me—everything else was just fluff…
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