(I drove to my father-in-law's house a little after 3:00 AM and immediately started typing, apologizing.)

Later generations of basketball emphasized "advocating offense", and the offensive team was given special protection and was as pampered as a young lady.

But in the 1970s and 1980s, basketball among Chinese people was roughly equivalent to Chinese rugby.

It's about a very confrontational person.

The so-called basketball skills refer to the dirty tricks on the court, with elbows flying, buttocks shoving each other, and iron hoop defense being the most popular.

If you block shots and just dribble the ball, everyone will think you are too gentle and have no future on the basketball court.

There were a few people in white coats eating melon seeds in the crowd. Zhang Hongcheng had previously thought that they were die-hard football fans. It was not until Zhu Hanliang, the fourth child in dormitory 314, was carried down that he realized that they were doctors from the school hospital.

They must attend all formal competitions on campus.

In the spring of 1978, in Minzu University's first freshman basketball game, all the boys in each class were forced to join the team - otherwise no one would have the physical strength to last a full half-court in the high-intensity confrontation (there was no four-quarter system at that time), and injuries were everywhere, so each team needed enough cannon fodder.

Zhang Hongcheng is 1.75 meters tall, which is considered tall in the south, but compared with his classmates in the north, he can only be a defender.

He went on the court happily, thinking that he could dominate everyone with his skills.

As a result, before he even got the ball, he was pushed out of the field by the political science students.

Is this a foul?

It doesn't exist!

The freshmen, who seldom come into contact with basketball, have the greatest advantage of the strength they have acquired in the countryside or factories and the spirit of never giving up and not fearing death.

The game was played on a rough concrete surface, and every fall left a bloody mark, but no one cared.

Zhang Hongcheng was bumped around on the court and couldn't get into the three-point zone at all!

After a lot of effort, Boss Yu shouted and passed the ball to Zhang Hongcheng, and immediately two students majoring in political science rushed over screaming.

It's not defense, but real attack.

Zhang Hongcheng thought quickly and pulled up for a jump shot - it was a very simple fake move.

As a result, the two of them collided with each other in the air with a bang, and Zhang Hongcheng hit the ball into the three-point zone.

Look at my cool three-step layup...Hey, where is my center of gravity?

A big black guy from the Political Science Department knocked him out with a roar.

Fortunately, the physical education committee member, Lao Zhao, was quick-witted and caught him, otherwise his butt would have been beaten to a pulp.

The physical education teacher who served as the referee was also a ruthless person. In order to encourage confrontation, he turned a blind eye to such an obvious foul.

So don’t even think about high-risk scoring methods like layups.

The second time Zhang Hongcheng got the ball, he faked a shot, dribbled past a defender, and made a quick stop and jump shot.

His pull-up jump shot is very different from others.

Others' pull-up jump shots are full of power, but this guy has a strong sense of rhythm in his pull-ups. His shots are very steady after jumping up. They look light, but his hit rate is not bad.

In the 27th minute of the first half, Zhang Hongcheng scored two points.

The fierce competition reached a climax again, with the score between the two sides reaching 7:6, and Class 1 of Economics temporarily taking the lead.

Before the end of the first half, Class 1 of Economics got a backcourt rebound, and Zhang Hongcheng ran for his life without saying a word.

After grabbing the rebound, Lao Gong immediately made a powerful pass.

The basketball flew past Zhang Hongcheng's head two meters away with a whizzing sound... Just as everyone was sighing, the basketball hit the basket fiercely, making the entire basket stand wail.

Zhang Hongcheng braked subconsciously and just caught the falling basketball, the basket was right above his head!

He raised the basketball as if to shoot, and whoosh, a political science classmate threw it viciously over his head.

His expression was a little ferocious—damn it, it was another fake move!!!

Zhang Hongcheng was ready to invest again.

“Huff~~~.”

The black shadow came to destroy the city, and the opponent's center also returned to defense, with his two big hands slapping the air like a windmill.

But Zhang Hongcheng, the sixth player, still had the habit of playing basketball in later generations, sticking his butt out and not moving - another fake move.

The center forward jumped into the air and flew past, gesticulating and cursing...

Zhang Hongcheng did not get carried away. He then performed a standard feint, and sure enough, another figure flew over his head...

Hearing the heavy breathing of the opponent's player behind him, Zhang Hongcheng knew that he had lost the chance to shoot, so he simply threw the basketball in his hand directly to the person who was falling out of the court as a prank.

He remembered watching such a video.

Sure enough, the man standing outside the court with the ball looked confused, and the entire audience burst into laughter. The physical education teacher shook his head and pointed his finger at the opponent's half.

At this time, Zhang Hongcheng was embarrassed because the person standing outside the line with the ball was actually Boss Zhou...

Damn it, brother, we are in the same group, why did you fly over my head?

After the intense basketball game, the score was an astonishing 15:12, and Class 1 of Economics won.

Both sides were filled with wounded soldiers, and few of the students who had participated in the battle were not bruised and battered.

The winner is very proud, while the loser is extremely unwilling to accept the outcome.

They each went home to hold a summary meeting and sent out spies to find out who the next opponent would be.

In March, the campus of Minzu University was not filled with the smell of youth, but with a collective meeting of Huoluo Oil, Wanhua Oil, and Zhenggu Oil practitioners from all over the country...

The taste is so sour and refreshing!

Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong thought that the first month in college would be very leisurely, but that was not the case.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!