Edison read the documents carefully in his bedroom, and from time to time he took a pen to write and draw on the documents.
At this time, he was wearing very ordinary clothes. He was not wearing a suit or leather shoes like he was wearing during the game or in interviews. Instead, he was wearing an Orlando Magic home uniform, with a vest on the upper body and shorts on the lower body. However, his uniform was different from others.
The number is 0 and the name is printed "edison".
And his temperament is also very different from usual. His hair, which used to be neat and tidy, is now shaggy, and he looks no different from the bachelors looking for fun on the street. His usual elegance and chicness are also gone, and now
You will find him scratching his back with a pencil. If he accidentally spills coffee on his hand, he will wipe it on his clothes with both hands, making him look very sloppy.
After a long time, Edison finally felt tired and breathless. He looked at his watch and it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. "No wonder I'm so sleepy."
So Edison put down the pen and information in his hand, rubbed his chicken coop-like hair, and walked towards the bathroom with a few steps. With the sound of the nozzle "squeaking", water vapor began to seep out along the crack of the bathroom door, and the bathroom's
The glass was even more covered with water vapor, and I could only vaguely see a figure inside.
The night was very quiet, and the breeze blew the curtains of the Edison Villa. With the sound of "clatter", the curtains moved and closed little by little. At this time, the situation inside the house could already be seen outside the window.
At this time, the sound of water stopped, and after the sound of a hair dryer, Edison appeared at the window wearing pajamas. He glanced outside the room, then took a deep breath of the slightly humid air outside, and closed his eyes in enjoyment.
After taking a breath, Edison closed the window, then closed the curtains, preparing to rest.
Edison came to the bed, pulled back the quilt, and murmured "Hmm".
Edison smiled, moved Rachel, the white little Winnie the Pooh, to the other side of the bed, then turned over on the bed, pulled up the quilt, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
When Edison's housekeeper saw that the lights in Edison's bedroom were out, he stood up and turned off the lights in the corridor one by one, and the villa gradually fell into darkness. At this time, the security personnel of the villa area patrolled past Edison's villa, and the wind blew the trees.
, everything is normal.
Soon, bursts of snoring could be heard in Edison's bedroom, and occasionally there were a few "ums".
Edison, who was sleeping, suddenly felt that his body was light and his position was a little wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that he had stood up at some point. He looked around blankly and was surprised to find that he was still lying on the bed. Edison was surprised.
To the extreme, he looked at his hands subconsciously, "What's going on?"
At this moment, he heard someone calling his name. The voice was intermittent, vague, and seemed to come from another world. It was unusually misty. Although it was quite unreal, Edison must have felt that the voice was extremely familiar.
When Edison was looking for the source of the sound, he found a hazy light at the door of his house. There seemed to be a figure of a person in the light group. The sound seemed to come from here. Edison stepped towards the vague figure, and that figure
He turned around and walked out of the house. "Follow me, follow me."
Just like that, Edison followed the vague figure down the corridor, passed the housekeeper, and then walked out of the door onto the street.
The figure was rising and falling, far and near, and Edison just followed him without calling out or hesitating.
The two people walked further and further away, and after an unknown amount of time, the figure suddenly began to accelerate and then disappeared at the gate of a building.
Edison stood still and took a look. It turned out that they had arrived at the center of the water house. The glass on the side of the gymnasium reflected the bright moonlight, and several scattered floor lamps provided the most basic lighting...
Edison nodded "Oh", and then heard the voice calling him again, "Come in, come in."
At this time, Edison suddenly felt a little cold. Only then did he realize that he was only wearing a set of pajamas and slippers, and the wind was blowing outside the center of the water house.
I don't know whether it was because he was taking shelter from the cold wind or because he was bewitched by the voice again, but Edison entered the gymnasium.
After entering the gymnasium, Edison heard bursts of electronic music that was most often played by DJs during competitions.
"At this time, who is still playing and competing?"
Edison walked along the players' tunnel towards the playing field. He could see the lights at the end of the tunnel were bright and white. At this time, he found a group of black shadows appearing around him, sparsely lining up in a line heading towards the players' tunnel.
As he walked towards the exit, no one paid him any attention, and he couldn't see clearly the faces of the black figures. He could only know that they were very tall. Then bursts of cheers and applause came from inside. Then there was a whistle.
, and there was the squeaking sound of sneakers rubbing against the floor, the snapping sound of basketball hitting the ground, and the muffled sound of muscles colliding.
Edison stood there blankly, at a loss. He was very familiar with this scene. He and his players walked into the court like this every game and started playing.
"Come in, come in." The voice appeared in Edison's ears again, so Edison walked towards the stadium again in a daze.
When Edison walked out of the dark passage, he felt that the lights in the venue were unusually dazzling, dozens or hundreds of times brighter than usual. Edison subconsciously put his hands in front of his face, and then opened his eyes little by little.
Eyes, adapt to this brightness.
When Edison opened his eyes, he looked around. The auditorium was also filled with black figures, some high, some low, fat and thin. Some were waving things, and some were carrying things on their backs.
Things were moving around in the auditorium, as if they were selling snacks.
Edison said with enlightenment, he took his eyes back from the audience and looked into the field again.
There is a black shadow playing in the game at this time. After one black shadow serves from the backcourt, the other quickly dribbles the ball across the half court, and then slowly dribbles the ball at the top of the arc. The five black shadows on the offensive side are on the other side.
The top of the arc in the half court, the two high posts and the bottom corners are positioned well, forming a very obvious "V" shape.
"This is..." Just as Edison was about to speak, the black shadow moved. Another black shadow came over to give him a screen. After the screen, the two black figures instantly rushed towards the opponent's basket. The one holding the ball
The shadow threw the ball to the basket, and the other shadow jumped up and dunked with both hands in the alley-oop. The shadows in the audience all stood up and danced.
"This is my horn attack." Edison looked at the scene on the court and muttered in confusion.
At this moment, all the lights in the stadium suddenly went out, and the game fell into silence. The sudden darkness made Edison's eyes irritated again, but this time he adapted quickly, and he found those black people in the stadium.
The shadows disappeared, both in the stadium and in the auditorium. The entire stadium was empty and deathly silent.
About 10 seconds later, a beam of light hit the center circle of the stadium, and a blurry figure appeared there. Although Edison couldn't see the blurry figure clearly, he was very sure that this was the one who appeared at the door of his room, attracting him.
The figure in the center of Laishui House.
"Who are you?" Edison asked.
"It doesn't matter who I am, the key is who you are?" The shadow's voice was much clearer this time. Edison felt that this voice was very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it for a while...
"Who am I? I am Paul Edison."
"You're not Paul Edison."
After hearing these words, Edison's back felt cold, and he subconsciously took a half step back, with beads of sweat streaming down his cheeks.
"You said I'm not Paul Edison, then who do you think I am?" Edison stabilized his emotions and pretended to be nonchalant.
"I said it doesn't matter who you are, the key is that you know who you are."
"I don't understand you."
"You know what I mean, besides what you show in front of everyone, there is another person in your heart. While he is enjoying the honor and luxurious material life brought by success, he is also scared, at a loss, and wants to
Looking for a way home."
Edison was silent, and the arena fell into dead silence again, "Who are you?"
"I said it doesn't matter who I am, the key is who you are, whether you are still looking for the way home, and whether you really want to gain inner peace."
"Of course, I think about it all the time, and I go crazy thinking about it. But I can't find that way, and I can't go back."
"No, you can. You just don't know the right way."
"Right way?"
"The terms of your heart's return home."
"what is that?"
"champion."
"champion?"
"champion!"
The stadium fell into silence again.
Edison raised his head and looked at the blurry and twisted figure, "I don't understand."
"When Orlando was at its most depraved, Paul Edison was still full of desire for the championship, and his obsession attracted you. So if you want to return to before, you must resolve his obsession..."
"The way to resolve his obsession is to realize his desire and lead the Magic to a championship."
"That's right."
"I will do this even if you don't tell me. I also long for a championship. This has never changed. But things are not that simple. I tried my best last season, but we still failed. The league has
There are 30 teams, and every team has the championship as its ultimate goal. I really don’t know if I can win the championship. Although, I really want to."
"That's because you haven't found the players that will allow you to win a championship."
"you mean……?"
"When you gather those five people, you can win the championship and realize your wish by joining forces with them."
"What if I don't get those 5 people together?"
"You will always be in this vortex and cannot escape."
After hearing this, Edison's pupils expanded, then contracted back again.
"How do I know if what you say is true? How do you prove it?"
"I can't prove it now, but it's a fact. When you do it, you will find that what I said is true."
Edison took a deep breath, as if he was trying to suck the entire gym's air into his lungs.
"Who are those five people?"
"Hey, this is the most correct question." As he said that, the hazy figure made a push-hand movement, and the shadow of a basketball appeared in the arena and bounced toward the basket on one side.
Suddenly, five dark shadows appeared under the originally empty basketball stand. One of them picked up the shadow of a basketball, and then the five people began to warm up before the game.
Edison looked at the five black figures jumping up and down, "I can't see their faces, can't tell who they are?" As he said this, Edison turned back to look at the vague and mysterious figure.
But when Edison turned his head, he found that the figure was gone. Edison came to the search beam in the middle circle, looking for the mysterious figure, "Where are you? I don't know who those five people are? I see
Can’t see their faces?”
At this time, the mysterious voice appeared in the stadium again, but in the form of an echo, "You have to feel who they are with your heart, but look."...
As the voice disappeared, the light beam in the middle circle also turned off.
Edison had no choice but to return his attention to the five black shadows, "Feel with your heart? How to feel with your heart?"
Edison didn't know clearly, so he had to explore by himself, so he tried to walk towards the black shadows, but as he moved forward, the basket also moved forward, and the distance between him and the five black shadows did not change.
So Edison began to think of other methods. When he focused on one of the black figures, he found that the scene around him had changed. It was no longer five black figures practicing, but a competition.
He could clearly feel that the person he was paying attention to was a member of the game, "So that's it, let me judge who he is through his game."
So Edison began to pay attention to each black shadow one by one, but when he looked at the last one, he realized that the man's arms reached to his knees, and suddenly felt something slapped him on the face. Edison slapped his head and suddenly
Suddenly the arena disappeared.
Edison returned to his bedroom again, and Winnie the Pooh was patting his face with his front legs, "It turned out to be just a dream."
Edison shook his head, and when he saw that it was getting light outside, he felt that he couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply got up.
But when he came to his information from yesterday, he suddenly found that there was a line written in black oil pen on the player information he looked at yesterday, "Championship, way home."
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