In April, I went to Beijing and the lights were on.

Zhang Yang slowly paced on the long tree-lined avenue in front of the hotel.

"Dad, are you in better health?"

"I'm not at home, you can't eat instant noodles again."

"Well, yes, I know, I will pay attention."

"Okay, goodbye."

...

After hanging up the phone, he was stunned when he looked at the slowly dimming screen. He did not rush to return to the hotel. Zhang Yang lowered his head and took blind steps.

The Huaxia High School Basketball League will be the last game of the finals tomorrow, and will be held at the home court of the opponent Huaqing High School.

The coach just now held a mobilization meeting for everyone in the room. Although he was still smiling and making noise like before, no matter how big or small, the sensitive Zhang Yang could still feel the pressure and tension under everyone's smiles.

The opponent is too strong.

Zhang Yang subconsciously shook his head, trying to kick the terrifying fact that his opponent was the eight consecutive championships in the league.

If Huaqing High School is going straight to the finals, then it took them three years to do their best from coach to team members to finally be able to stand on the finals.

Zhang Yang is already in his senior year of high school. In any case, this is his last chance to compete in the high school league and his last chance to win honors for his alma mater!

But, it's really hard to see hope.

Whether in terms of main configuration or lineup depth, they still have a big gap with their opponents. The reason why they won the first two games was not only thanks to the alumni fans who shouted for their 40 minutes at home, but also because of the main center Niu Yi's rebounding battle.

However, Niu Yi also injured his ankle at the last moment of the last game.

Thinking that Niu Yi was yelling at the coach with red eyes and yelling at me that I could, while tiptoing against the opponent's center, Zhang Yang felt a little sore in his nose.

He took a strong breath and let go of his clenched fist at some point. He was about to turn around and return to the hotel when he saw a dim light passing through an arc in the night, falling like a meteor under a tree not far away.

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and walked forward.

Squat down, gently clenched with his fingers, and looked at the transparent glass ball in his palm, Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh.

"Zhang Yang! What are you doing!"

The sudden crisp sound scared him.

Zhang Yang turned his head, the girl tied her refreshing ponytail, and her white sweatshirt outlined her youthful long figure without makeup. She had a smile on her fair and pretty melon-shaped face, her curved eyebrows and eyes were full of pride, and she was half bent over and looked at him pretty.

He rolled his eyes helplessly at the beautiful girl with a smug smile, and put his palm in front of her: "Digging treasure, do you want it?"

The girl bent her eyes and reached out to grab it without saying a word: "Okay, okay."

But he reached out and grabbed the empty hand.

Zhang Yang retracted his hand decisively, held the glass ball and raised it to his mouth and blew it, pretending to be worried and said, "Forget it, what if you rely on me?"

"Stingy!" Su Yiqing stuck out her tongue and grimaced, "No one will rely on you!"

Zhang Yang shrugged without comment, making her angry that she clenched her silver teeth.

"It's a competition tomorrow. Why don't you go out if you don't take a break early?" Su Yiqing finally found a reason to stare at him.

Zhang Yang looked at her strangely: "It's like you're in the room..."

"I..." Su Yiqing stopped, her fair face suddenly turned slightly red, and she thrust her small breasts violently, "I'm out to buy things, no!"

"Oh," Zhang Yang glanced at the thing hidden behind her left hand, and vaguely saw the word "Sophie". He raised his eyebrows with great grip, and then politely bowed to her, "Hello aunt!"

"Go to death!" Su Yiqing was so angry that she kicked him hard on the calf!

"Hiss!" Zhang Yang pulled the corners of his mouth and looked at the vicious girl sadly, "Aunt Su, do you think there are not enough wounded people, right?"

Su Yiqing was wearing sports shoes and didn't really use her strength to kick this kick. Zhang Yang was naturally pretending to be 80%. But after hearing this sentence, Su Yiqing's face, which should have been proud, suddenly became dim.

"Hey, you mean tomorrow... can we win?"

The sound was very light, like a shaking shadow of a tree.

Zhang Yang looked at her beautiful eyes slightly lost, thinking about the day when the team defeated the second in the North District and qualified for the finals, the team manager who always handed them water and towels for them was like a lunatic and jumped in the stadium for a day, laughed for a day, and shouted for a day. Somehow, suddenly a very soft, but very firm and warm force emerged in his heart.

How can such a team manager be willing to worry her?

Zhang Yang said to her seriously and solemnly: "It depends on you."

Su Yiqing was startled by Zhang Yang's sudden serious expression. She pointed at herself with her finger and asked uncertainly: "Look at me?"

"Well, as long as the towel is swung hard, there is no match that cannot be won! This is the famous saying of the captain of the Purple Gold Legend, Thackeray," Zhang Yang ran while laughing, "It's all about you whether we can win!"

"Go to die!" Su Yiqing, who felt deeply fooled, waved her aunt's scarf with her teeth and claws, and chased her all the way!

Finally, he caught Zhang Yang wearing slippers in the elevator, and made a hard fuss, defending the inviolable sacred status of his team manager!

bite!

"Okay, OK, I'm here!" Zhang Yang finally broke free from the devil's claws and rushed out of the newly opened elevator door in disorganized clothes.

Su Yiqing clapped her hands proudly, and was about to close the elevator door and go up to another floor. A hand suddenly reached in.

"I don't know if we can win," Zhang Yang, who returned, stood at the elevator door, with the sunniest smile on his face. "But I know that everyone in the team will do their best."

"Good night!"

Looking at the back of running back without thinking and saying something, and then running away, Su Yiqing tilted her head gently, her lips couldn't help but raise her mouth, and smiled, and finally waved her aunt's scarf in her hand hatefully.

"Stingy! I'll die if I let it go!"

...

He tiptoed to open the door. Xu Jiajie, who was in the same room, was already asleep, and there was only a silent TV in the room. With the light of the TV, Zhang Yang threw the glass beads in his hand at the head of his bed, then took off his clothes and got into the bed.

He was full of thoughts about tomorrow's game, but he could not resist the tiredness of running around for a day. He turned off the TV and fell asleep.

A subtle light gradually lit up beside the pillow...

“Welcome to the reward space.”

In the female voice of electronic synthesizing without ups and downs, Zhang Yang looked around.

He is in a completely confined space with silver-white metal walls on all sides, exuding a strong ultra-modernist style. The only thing that does not match this style is the four simple Chinese characters on the wall directly in front of him that seem to be written in thick ink.

God rewards hard work!

Zhang Yang read it silently, turned his head and turned his eyes to a light ball floating in the middle of the room.

Zhang Yang walked forward curiously, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to it.

Swish!

The moment the fingertips touched the light ball, the light ball suddenly unfolded and turned into a super-large light curtain!

Zhang Yang was startled, and at the same time, the mechanical synthetic female voice sounded again.

"Host binding."

"Hey, hey, what the hell!" Zhang Yang ignored the scene flashing on the light curtain, looked around, and finally tried to shout: "Who is talking?"

"Hello, I'm the Assistant for Gongqin."

The sound seemed to come from all directions suddenly, making Zhang Yang unable to tell the source. After searching for it without success, Zhang Yang cursed quietly, "pretending to be a ghost" and turned his gaze back to the light curtain.

On the left side of the light curtain is a box that accounts for a quarter of the size, temporarily empty. On the upper right is a search box, and below is a row of slightly smaller rectangular square boxes arranged side by side. Inside the box, lifelike 3D human images are slowly rotating. Below the figure, their names are clearly written.

Michael Jordan, Eason Chan, Bruce Lee, Zhang Daqian, Federer...

The voice of the assistant Qiaoqin sounded at the right time.

"The host makes corresponding efforts in a certain skill and can redeem the corresponding duration of a person who is proficient in this skill. The redemption ratio will be adjusted according to the host's own proficiency. The novice host will receive a general free time of ten minutes."

"What does it mean? Can I gain their abilities?" Zhang Yang pointed at Guangping with a look of a fair and tactful expression on his face.

"Yes."

"That general free time means I can choose these characters at will and use his skills?"

"Yes."

"Okay! What a weird dream!" Zhang Yang shook his head funny and casually said Federer.

An enlarged version of Federer 3D image appears in the empty box on the left. The following is a detailed introduction, and the small box at the bottom is marked with the words "10 minutes".

"Roger Federer, a Swiss professional tennis player, is known for his comprehensive and stable technology, gorgeous and positive style of play, and a gentlemanly and elegant image. Many critics, current and retired players believe that Federer is one of the greatest players in history..."

Zhang Yang, who has no interest in tennis, naturally has no interest in this great legendary player. He casually browsed the detailed introduction and let it go. Instead, he found this strange dream and the mysterious assistant to repay the hard work are very interesting. With a nonsense, Zhang Yang pointed at his idol Jordan and asked.

"What is his redemption ratio?"

The assistant of Gongqin immediately replied: "Click on the detailed introduction column and pull it to the bottom. You can see the redemption ratio. The redemption ratio between you and him is 24 hours: 8 seconds."

24 hours: 8 seconds, which means that you can practice hard for 24 hours, and you can have 8 seconds of possession of Jordan. Judging from this ratio, the 10 minutes given by a novice are really not stingy at all!

Ten minutes, if there are ten minutes of Jordan possession tomorrow's game, will the championship still have suspense?

This thought flashed through his mind, and Zhang Yang thought it was funny, and he really wanted to win the game and was crazy.

As soon as my mind fell into the game, I suddenly lost interest in what I saw and said to myself: "I think too much, so I'd better sleep well, so that I can be energetic tomorrow."

As soon as I finished speaking, the whole room disappeared like ripples, and then turned into a simple and fashionable luxurious bedroom, and there was an extremely comfortable large bed under me.

The voice of the assistant Qiaoqin sounded again.

"Resting in the reward space is equivalent to twice the sleep time outside. I wish you a good dream."
Chapter completed!