Normally speaking, getting up so early shouldn't make him late.
However, fate seemed to play a joke at this moment.
Near noon, a rapid phone ring broke the silence.
He picked up the phone and heard his sister's familiar voice on the other end.
The sister anxiously asked him to send some important information to her university.
Yin Yue wanted to refuse, after all, he still had a competition to attend.
But when the words came to my lips, I suddenly thought of the care my sister always gave me.
His sister's expectant eyes seemed to appear before his eyes. In the end, he couldn't say it out loud. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and agreed.
The road was relatively smooth and there was no traffic jam.
It’s just that the direction of the University of Tokyo is completely contrary to that of the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium.
At this moment, he had to rush from the University of Tokyo to the Tokyo Gymnasium, and the journey would take at least half an hour.
But now, there are only 15 minutes left before the game begins.
Yin Yueling stood quietly there, her eyes closely following Yin Yue's figure, until the figure gradually disappeared at the end of her sight, then she slowly withdrew her gaze.
She took out her mobile phone, slid her slender fingers quickly across the screen, and began to search for the live broadcast of today's basketball games at the Tokyo Gymnasium.
After searching for a while, an eye-catching piece of information instantly caught her beautiful eyes. That information was like a blockbuster bomb, causing her pupils to shrink suddenly.
[The strongest street team in the United States insulted: "Neon monkeys are not worthy of playing basketball"]
These words seem extremely eye-catching.
Even someone like her who didn't pay much attention to basketball became angry.
Then she saw other information.
[The "Miracle Generation" received an invitation to participate in the revenge battle one week later]
[Representing Japan, the super dream team composed of the "Miracle Generation" will fight against the strongest street team in the United States, Jabberwock]
Yin Yueling withdrew her gaze from the phone and looked again in the direction where Yin Yue had just left, with a bit more complexity and worry in her eyes.
She murmured, "Stinky brother, you have to work harder!"
…
at the same time.
Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium.
At this time, the crowd in the stadium square was surging like a tide, the noise was shaking the earth, and the lively scene made people feel as if they were in a sea of mixed fish and dragons.
On the outer wall of the stadium, a wide banner was hung high. The bright colors were particularly dazzling in the sun, and the content written on it was the slogan about today's game.
[Representing Japan, the super dream team composed of the "Generation of Miracles" will fight against the top team from the United States, Jabberwock, which is comparable to the level of the professional league]
At this time, the basketball hall in the gymnasium was packed with people.
Every seat was filled with expectant audience members, their eyes flickering with anticipation and nervousness.
Whether you learned about this game on TV or heard about it from other people, the news of Jabberwock's insult to Japanese basketball has spread to every corner.
The anger in people's hearts was like a volcano about to erupt. They wanted to pull out the teeth of those American guys immediately and fight for the dignity of Japanese basketball.
You can vaguely see that there are many basketball players from other schools sitting in the audience.
It seems that they are also very concerned about today's game. They gave up their rest time and came here just to cheer for today's protagonists.
In everyone's mind, there is only one protagonist, and that is the 'Generation of Miracles'.
Regardless of whether they were fans of the "Generation of Miracles" before, or had been defeated by the "Generation of Miracles".
But at this moment, they stood firmly on the side of the "Generation of Miracles" and became their most loyal supporters.
Everyone clenched their fists and prayed silently in their hearts that the "Miracle Generation" could create a miracle in this game and win back dignity for Japanese basketball.
Playing against the strongest street team in the United States is undoubtedly a major event with great influence in the Japanese basketball world.
Such a crucial event, like a huge magnet, naturally attracted a large number of media reporters to flock to the event.
Cameramen carrying cameras surrounded the court tightly.
They look focused, and every subtle expression reveals their seriousness and dedication to their work.
He meticulously adjusted the lens, like a craftsman carefully carving a work of art, making final preparations for the game.
They are well aware of the importance of this game, and every wonderful moment has the potential to become the focus of news, like a bright star illuminating the entire news industry.
Therefore, they dare not slack off in the slightest, for fear of missing any important scene.
Reporters waited anxiously at the entrances on both sides, holding notebooks and recording devices tightly in their hands, as if they were holding the key to unlocking a treasure trove of news.
Their goal is to interview the two teams competing today as soon as possible and obtain the freshest first-hand news materials.
They pondered over the questions they wanted to ask in their minds, and each question was carefully considered.
They imagined the answers the athletes might give, and all kinds of wonderful dialogue scenarios emerged in their minds.
Now, the game has not started yet, but the broadcasts set up around the stadium have already started warming up.
The passionate voice on the radio echoed throughout the stadium, introducing important information about today's game to the audience.
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