What is the cruelest thing in the world

It’s not despair, but when you think you are desperate, you give you false hope and then push you into the abyss.

What the first class of high school is facing now is such a cruel failure.

Relying on his terrible personal ability, Wen Hao took action outside the three-point line at the buzzer-beating moment, and committed a foul by Jiang Yunhu, hit a horrifying 31, completed the final kill, and made a comeback, declaring that all the previous efforts of Class 14 were futile.

In fact, this game may have a different result.

If Jiang Yunhu gave up against Wen Hao during the attack in the second half, avoided his edge, and focused on outside shooting, he should be able to get more points than he is now, and would not be defeated by 1 point.

If Jiang Yunhu did not roar at the legendary top audience after making the last three-pointer, but defended the ball to death in the frontcourt, Wenhao would not be so easy to dribble the ball and sprint, and perhaps he could only try shooting near the midfield line, with a slim shooting percentage.

Or, if Jiang Yunhu doesn't want to take revenge and doesn't guard against Wen Hao's three-pointer at all, and just stands there and watches, Wen Hao will not have the chance to make a foul, and cannot score 31, and can only score 3 points at most. The score is tied at 105:105, dragging the game into overtime. At that time, there will still be hope for victory.

But reality has no if.

Basketball is a game of 5 people. Everyone is responsible for winning or losing. You should not blame only one person.

It is undeniable that the failure of Class 14 is directly related to Jiang Yunhu. His final defense is equivalent to handing Wenhao a key, helping him open the door to the final kill.

Everyone's efforts were in vain, everyone's sweat was vain, and Rocky's blood was also in vain. The last ball she passed at the cost of blood and blood on her knees had turned into dust under Wenhao's feet at this time.

At the end of the competition, the atmosphere was very silent. Only the students from the top-notch class were celebrating that these elites were so unique, and even the celebration was like this. No one cheered like a child, but did not make noise or make noise, smile and applaud.

Alinia went over and took back the basketball, walked to Jiang Yunhu, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered: "Thank you for your hard work, go back and have a good rest."

Jiang Yunhu stood blankly, the howling wind sounded like rain blocked by the window, unable to seep in at all, his mind was blurred and heavy, and heavy, and he was beating and hurting. He looked at the basketball that was gone in confusion, and then looked at the score that had been frozen and could not be changed. It seemed that a corner in his heart was quietly missing, and only a heart was beating alone.

"Wait for the teacher" Jiang Yunhu grabbed Alinia, sweat beads on her forehead were like beans, her eyes were about to protrude, and her voice was obviously trembling, "Add another minute, let me play for 1 minute and 1 minute, I will definitely win the game, give me another chance."

The needles fell around him, and the desire to win was overwhelmed with nowhere to vent his feelings. The 16-year-old basketball boy looked so flustered that he could not accept the reality of failure until the end of the game.

In the impression of the classmates, Jiang Yunhu has always been a very bad boy, advocating violence and bullying the weak. He has done more pranks in his life than he has eaten. But no one has ever denied his love for basketball. At this time, he begged hard and desperately grasped the non-existent hope. This humble appearance makes everyone feel uncomfortable.

The boys lowered their heads, their eyes dulled and silent.

And some emotional girls, especially those with good relationships with Jiang Yunhu, such as Su Xiaobai, were already biting his lower lip tightly, tears falling down, and sobbing.

Finally, in the face of justice and compassion, Alinia chose the former. She shook her head at Jiang Yunhu and left silently with the basketball.

Seeing the basketball gradually drifting away, Jiang Yunhu's thoughts fell into confusion. The distance within reach was so far. He tried his best to catch up with him, but he only felt his numb legs start to hurt. The high-intensity exercise all day had exhausted him, and the secretion of adrenaline temporarily numbed his body, but when it faded, the feeling of powerlessness coming everywhere completely surrounded him.

"Wait, wait." Jiang Yunhu staggered a few steps, looked around in confusion, and finally his eyes fell on Wenhao and shouted in a trembling voice, "Wenhao's game just now is not counting as we are going to fight one goal alone, but we will fight one goal alone to decide the outcome."

Wenhao held the sports kettle and drank water silently, without even looking at Jiang Yunhu, and said lightly: "It is disgusting to contact your class. Please take those losers out of my sight."

These words completely stimulated Jiang Yunhu. He glared and rushed forward like crazy. His roar was also broken by extreme anger: "Don't say bad things about our class."

In the distance, when the future heard Jiang Yunhu's roar, he was shocked and muttered: "Jiang Yunhu, you"

Seeing that Jiang Yunhu was about to rush up to fight, Gao Bo and others were already blocking Wen Hao's face, looking at him coldly from a high position, as if watching an ant that refused to give in.

"Bang" Suddenly, Jiang Yunhu and a figure collided, and the two staggered and finally stopped.

It's not someone else, it's Rocky.

Rocky's eyes were very sad, filled with sorrow that he could not be dissolved. She put Jiang Yunhu's shoulder from the front and said quietly: "We lost, we can't lose again."

Yes, the basketball game has lost and cannot be changed.

If Jiang Yunhu rushed over and fought with Wenhao at this time, no matter whether he won or lost, he would be the incompetent fury of a loser. He could not get anything he could get, not only could he not erase the already doomed failure, but he would also be in line with the Chinese Wenhao's thoughts, making Class 14 a laughing stock in the school.

At that time, the entire Xicheng High School will know that Jiang Yunhu from Class 1 of high school will never admit defeat, and if he can't win basketball, he will fight, and bite people after the game like a mad dog.

Rocky's mature mind was destined to bear more. At this time of failure, she didn't even have time to be depressed. She had to stand up and block her emotionally out of control and keep her last dignity for Class 14.

Wenhao's scheming failed. He glanced at Jiang Yunhu and smiled shortly, his pupils were full of ridicule for the losers.

He packed up his belongings, slapped his companions one by one, and left silently in the posture of a winner.

Jiang Yunhu stood in a daze, staring at the ground, like a puppet with broken lines. The eyes that lost focus were trapped in their eyes, their hair wet with sweat was tied together and rested on their foreheads. Sweat attached to the ashes raised on the court, leaving conspicuous marks of dirt after drying up on their faces. Tears blurred their vision, but never fell off.

In the end, all depression and grief and anger have nowhere to vent, and can only turn into futile roars.

"ah"
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