Chapter 967 Unwilling

Yunhai finally lost 67:86. An Yuan's personal data reached a terrifying 40 points, 6 rebounds, 2 assists and 2 steals.

If it wasn't for physical reasons, An Yuan only played 3 minutes in the fourth quarter. Because the score was too big and he couldn't recover, he didn't play again.

"Are you going to interview the winner?" Zhai Yang asked.

"Stop interviewing, right? After all, it's good to memorize the scores for this kind of game, and it's impossible to report on these high school players in a long way. At most, you can post on Weibo and report the scores, and that's ok." Ning Ya Explained, "This is only the group stage, if you want to accept a special interview, no matter how you say it, you have to wait until the finals."

This kind of game is only the size of a tofu block when it is placed in a newspaper. After all, many sports in China are very popular, such as professional football leagues, professional basketball leagues, Go, Champions League, NBA, and major leagues. The length of the high school league is really not much.

It's not that she doesn't want to give more space to the national competition for high school students, but that the space in the newspaper is limited, and readers only read what they want to read. No matter how high the quality of the high school basketball league is, it is still not as good as professional basketball.

The primary purpose of sports magazines is to survive.

Ning Ya quickly posted a Weibo, and uploaded the photos taken during the competition to Weibo. She put away her phone and looked at Zhai Yang, "What shall we do next?"

"Go and see the basketball team's lounge."

"From Yunhai No. 1 Middle School?"

"Yeah. I want to see An Yuan." Zhai Yang nodded, "I guess he will be very conflicted at this time, right?"

Ning Ya sighed.

It is impossible to say that it is not uncomfortable for one person to score more than half of the team's points, but still lose.

This is the case with collective sports. Even if the data is perfect, once the game is lost, the perfect data will be meaningless.

"I hope he doesn't refuse to meet." Ning Ya muttered to herself.

The team that loses the game tends to clean up faster, and they don't want to have too much contact with the winner.

Preferably, the two teams don't meet once to avoid embarrassment.

Losing the game today means that the national competition of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School is over. Although there is still one more game, the outcome of that game cannot change the fact that they have already been eliminated.

Ning Ya submitted her press card, got permission, and pushed Zhai Yang to the lounge of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School.

The atmosphere in the lounge of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School was not as depressing as expected.

Someone apologized to An Yuan, An Yuan said nothing happened, and some people didn't care too much about the loss, and went to the locker room to change clothes one after another.

"The two are..."

The coach of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School was a little surprised when he saw Ning Ya and Zhai Yang. He had never seen these two people before.

This is a rest area for athletes, and ordinary people really can't get in.

"That's it. I'm a reporter from "Sports Frontier", and I want to have a word with player An Yuan." Ning Ya showed her press card.

"What's there to interview? You lost the game, so why don't you interview the winner?"

The team lost the game, and the coach was not in a good mood. He turned around and urged the players who hadn't changed their clothes to hurry into the locker room.

Seeing that everyone had entered the locker room, An Yuan sighed himself, and was about to go there when suddenly, he heard someone call his name.

He turned around and saw two people he didn't know.

"You two... what's the matter?"

"It's nothing. I just want to say that you performed well today."

"What's the use of being good? People still say it." An Yuan said in frustration.

"Isn't it? Your performance today is basically the limit of a high school player. No one will blackmail you." Ning Ya waved her hand.

One person lifts all the offense of a team, and it is impossible for others to pick the thorns.

"If you lose the game and score less, I'm not good enough; if you score more, I'm a cancer on the team and disrupt the team's tacit understanding; if you win the game, if you score less, you will win the game. People spray, how could they not find black spots?" An Yuan sneered,

Just as he was about to turn around, he asked again, "Guess, some people in the audience say I'm a cancer?"

Ning Ya was dumb, An Yuan could guess this.

"So? You have been in high school for three years, and you want to always be like this, carrying a team by yourself?" Zhai Yang asked rhetorically.

"How could it be possible to carry it?" An Yuan looked at the young man in a wheelchair in front of him, and shook his head slightly, "Brother, basketball is different from table tennis, and one person cannot change the result."

I know that too.

Zhai Yang thought about it, but his eyes fell on An Yuan's face, his eyes were full of melancholy and helplessness.

Even if a person's data is gorgeous, so what? After all, it is difficult to change the outcome of the game.

"An Yuan, change your clothes quickly, we are going back." A player who had already changed into his school uniform came out of the locker room.

An Yuan nodded, glanced at Zhai Yang and Ning Ya again, turned and entered the dressing room without saying a word.

Other players came out of the locker room one after another and left the lounge. They didn't want to meet their opponents.

Not long after, the locker room was gone.

Ning Ya shook her head, she gained very little from this visit, she didn't even talk to An Yuan too much, and she didn't understand much.

She was about to ask Zhai Yang if she wanted to leave, but Zhai Yang drove the wheelchair and came to the lounge.

"how……"

Zhai Yang made a mute gesture, and then moved on.

Ning Ya didn't know why, but she still took two quick steps, pushed the wheelchair, and came to the door of the dressing room, when she faintly heard the sound of weeping.

Her heart tightened, she pushed the wheelchair, and entered the dressing room with Zhai Yang, only to see An Yuan leaning on the closet, sitting on the ground, curling up her legs, burying her face, her body trembling slightly, at the same time, a sobbing voice And then into her ears.

"I don't want to lose... I don't want to lose..."

Ning Ya's throat was a little tight, and she didn't know what to say.

"Let's go?" Zhai Yang turned his head and looked at Ning Ya.

After Ning Ya pushed Di Yang out of the rest room, she couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you persuade him?"

"If you want to become the core of a team, you must face such problems. Sometimes, even in places where no one knows, you can lick your wounds alone. Such a loss is not necessarily a bad thing for Anyuan .”

"Why?"

"A team without fighting spirit cannot win. In a basketball game, it is true that someone can take over the game, but that person has to pay a lot to make it possible. As long as the team that wins the championship, the strength, fighting spirit, and atmosphere , both are indispensable. He is still young, and he can think ahead of time that the role of the team is better than that of the individual, which... is progress." Zhai Yang rubbed his neck, "Seeing him, I want to be the coach of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School even more. "

"When?" Ning Ya was not surprised.

"The second half of the year? During the summer vacation, I will go to Yunhai No. 1 Middle School to discuss cooperation." Zhai Yang turned his head and glanced at the rest room. An Yuan had already come out of the locker room with a backpack on his back, " If we can cooperate, we may have a chance to achieve good results.”

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