The Way of the Center

At ten o'clock in the morning, it was the time when Iowa State University was dismissed. At this time, the campus and dormitory buildings suddenly became noisy due to the large number of people. It was after hearing these noises that Anjie opened slowly. Closed his own eyes.

　　 After that game yesterday, the Cyclone players and coaches rushed back to Ames overnight. Almost all energy was used up during the game, and the long-distance running made everyone feel tired. It happened that there was no class, no training, and no competition today, so An Jie could rest until now.

　　 On the bus returning yesterday, all the players bowed their heads in silence, and only Ricard stood in the front to encourage his players.

　　 "We can definitely go to March Madness! We are one of the best teams in the Big Twelve. March Madness exists for a team like us."

　　 But after the defeat, the players didn't react much to it. No one can say anything that is not 100% sure.

　　 Although there is no training today, everyone still has to gather in the gym in the afternoon. Because today, Iowa State University will know if it is eligible for the March Madness Championship.

　　 Picking up the phone, An Jie discovered that there were seven or eight text messages on it. Among them were comforting text messages from Wu Hua's, father's, and various friends. However, there is a letter from the name that Anjie did not expect, that is Catherine.

　　 "That little girl, it's kind of heart." An Jie smiled at the phone screen, and it was also the first time An Jie smiled after losing the game yesterday.

　　 "Dad, why are you so sad, I think you are even more sad than those players." Catherine looked at her father who was even frowning at cooking, really puzzled.

　　 "Hey, you don't have anything to see when your hometown team loses a key game..." Beard stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. He knew his daughter couldn't understand this feeling.

　　 "What's the matter? There are so many teams in the NCAA that can't enter March Madness every year. If everyone is as sad as you, that's it."

　　 Sure enough, Catherine can't be considered a fan at all.

"Schools like MIT will of course not be sad for not being able to enter March Madness, because if I act too much on the court, I might ruin a future leader of the United States. They are fortunate that they have not been promoted. It’s too late.” Just as the father and daughter were bickering, An Jie suddenly pushed in.

　　 "Also, thank you for your text message."

　　 "What text message?" The bearded thief looked at his daughter with eyebrows.

　　 "Nothing! I'm going to greet the guests!" Catherine walked away embarrassedly, complaining that her father was too sad, but on the other side she sent a text message to comfort An Jie. The beard knew that she had to be furious. Daughter, the spilled water.

　　 "This girl, it's An Jie, when will the results come out?" The beard asked concerned.

　　 "At two o'clock this afternoon, the committee will call Coach Ricard's office to inform us of the result."

　　 "I think we still have a good chance. Think about it, the No. 1 candidates have all lost to us."

　　 "Hope, what if the old men on the committee don't like dark horses? Or think that we have no commercial value?" After a night of calming down, Anjie is now more optimistic than yesterday, but he is still a little uneasy.

　　 "If there is a result, call me, don’t forget our deal, you give me the ticket, and I will give you a free celebration banquet."

　　 "Don't worry, I won't forget things like eating Bawang's meal."

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　　 "Coach, so early? No training is scheduled today." Just as Old Austin lit himself a cigarette, he saw Ricard in formal attire walking towards the gymnasium.

　　 "Come to pack up some things, the office is too messy." Ricard wouldn't say that he couldn't sit still at home, so he wanted to go to the office early and watch the phone.

"I heard that the school leaders are going to organize an encouragement party for your team. The last time the Cyclone team got such a good result in the regular season, most of the people here weren't born yet." Old Austin squinted. Reminiscing with his eyes, he remembered the scene when Jeff **** Senna led the Tornado team to kill the Quartet when he was a young guy. The Tornado team really hasn't been so brilliant for a long time.

　　 "When we enter March Madness, they will come back to worry about the party." Ricard waved to old Austin and walked into the empty stadium alone.

　　 At one o'clock in the afternoon, everyone appeared at the gate of the stadium in unison. In addition to the players, there were some fans waiting outside.

　　 "All come so early? I thought I would be the first."

"I wouldn't have come if it wasn't for you guys who were crazy about it. The old men on the committee might still be taking a nap in the warm bed." Anthony Ben said he rubbed himself and was freezing. With both hands, for the sake of face, he had to say such a duplicity.

　　 "Don't be **** here, I think your kid must have been unable to sleep last night."

　　 The players walked into Ricard’s office talking and laughing, only to see the coach sitting in a chair staring at the phone, his eyes were bleeding.

　　 "Boss, you slept here last night?" Mike Taylor was frightened by Ricard's haggard look.

　　 "No, I came here at half past ten." Ricard's eyes were still fixed on the black phone. "Taylor, give me some takeaway."

　　 The players waited in the office. Unlike the fast passing time on the court, every second of the hour in the office seemed particularly tormented. Some of the players leaned against the wall, a little slumped in their chairs, and a little bit kept drawing crosses on their chests, praying for God's blessing. Where is Ricard? He didn't even move his eyes during lunch. This atmosphere reminded An Jie of the scene when he was waiting for the college entrance examination results with his parents last year.

　　 When the audience was silent, An Jie's cell phone rang suddenly. This sudden sound caught everyone's attention, except Ricard's.

　　 "Hey, big bull." An Jie winked at everyone after answering the phone.

　　 "Oh, it turned out to be my **** guy." The atmosphere suddenly became a little more active.

　　 "Anjie, turn on my phone and put it on the coach's desk. I'm going crazy." Morris was not much easier on the hospital bed than the players here.

　　 13:35, the assistant coach Moore rushed into the office with messy hair.

　　 13:45, Asakin fell asleep in a chair and fell to the ground.

　　 13:50, Cruz went to the bathroom nervously.

　　 13:55, everyone gathered around the small desk and stared at the black phone with Ricard.

　　 "Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding! Ricard slowly raised his hand, his heart beating wildly.

　　 "Hey, sir." Although he was nervous, Ricard's tone was still very calm.

　　 "Okay sir, I see." After a few simple sentences, Ricard hung up the phone.

　　 "It's over? No more than thirty seconds!" Anthony Ben was incredibly picked up the receiver and put it to his ear, but of course he couldn't hear anything.

　　 "Coach, we..." Tyler looked at Ricard's stern expression and didn't dare to ask any more.

　　 "Everyone." Ricard finally spoke, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his tone. "This season we have performed very well. The Big Twelve League is tied for second place. This is the best result Iowa State University has achieved in the past ten years. I...I am very happy to be with you all. Work together.” After speaking, Ricard got up and picked up his jacket, ignoring everyone's gaze, and went straight to the door of the office.

　　 Sure enough, beautiful fantasy does not exist in reality. All the players are silent at the moment, they are back to the state they had when they lost yesterday.

　　 "Also, I almost forgot to tell you." Ricard stepped out of the office with one foot, but suddenly turned around.

　　 "You have just been invited to participate in the NCAA March Madness Championship!" Ricard finally couldn't play anymore~www.NovelMTL.com~ He threw away his jacket and laughed excitedly.

　　 Everyone looked at each other for a second, and then they all hugged each other. Excited shouts filled the empty gymnasium. Old Austin, who faintly heard the echo at the gate, also smiled slightly.

　　 The next moment, more than a dozen people carried Ricard and rushed out of the stadium. They unscrupulously carried Ricard and ran a long way around the campus. The joyful roar almost disturbed everyone who was on a lunch break, but no one complained to them.

　　 "We are selected! We are selected!" Morris also yelled from the phone on the hospital bed.

　　 "Sir, please calm down." Morris was surrounded by several nurses who were not sure about the situation to "Celebrate" with him.

"Where are we going hahahahaha." Anthony, who was the most "reserved" just now, can't even say anything at this moment. He only knows to carry Ricard and run around with everyone, and then echo everyone's madness. With a smile.

　　 "Celebration Banquet! Celebration Banquet! I invite you to eat Chinese food!" An Jie ran at the end and directed the direction.

　　 "Go! I like Chinese food! I like curry rice the most!"

　　 "Idiot, that's RB dish!"

　　 "Um..." An Jie shed a lot of cold sweat instantly.

　　 Are you ready? There are 63 teams left, and the cyclone will continue to wreak havoc on the NCAA arena!

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