Yang Zhenxing, who only has the memory of 18 years old, has just suffered a huge blow. His girlfriend has just left him, but he has no choice but to explain to him. If he explains, Liu Xiaolu will think that he is covering up the truth.
Although in fact Yang Zhenxing did not betray her, at least he should not be wrong as he was only 18 years old. But what can be done? Things are already like this and can no longer be undone. There are still things before Yang Zhenxing.
In his future life, he needs to cheer up and muster up the courage to face his life. But now, he is still so unfamiliar with the United States. He still doesn't know where his family lives. What should he do? Continue to search for himself.
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Yang Zhenxing, who had just lost his girlfriend, obviously found it difficult to cheer up immediately. He hurried back to the basketball court and picked up the basketball. He believed that only basketball could make him temporarily forget the pain.
The basketball hall was empty, with few people. Xingxing picked up a basketball from the classmate who was training next to him, and began to face the basket alone. This was the first time he played on the basketball court after time travel, and his eyes were unusual.
Sharp, as if the basket is his enemy and he wants to destroy it
Yang Zhenxing got the ball, looked at the basketball, and then squinted at the basket. He jumped up and shot from outside the three-point line. He only needed a flick of his wrist, and the three-point ball went through the needle. Xingxing made a fist, but he didn't
Thinking that he can shoot three-pointers so easily now, it can be seen that his wrist strength has really improved. Yang Zhenxing retrieved the ball and continued to practice dribbling, layups, shooting, and footwork. He found that he could move freely and his skills were very proficient.
, the shooting is much more accurate than before, especially his three-pointer feels very easy and accurate, but he knows that even though his current technology has improved by more than one level compared to his three years ago, he knows that it is like playing in the NBA.
It's not enough to be successful. His basketball road will be very long and distant.
Xingxing grabbed Qiu with his hand, "Hey, my hands have become so big, it's so easy to catch the ball." Then Naxing picked up the ball and practiced dribbling, changed direction, accelerated and prepared for a layup, Xingxing jumped high,
When did he jump so high? Yang Zhenxing felt that he was about to fly. Most of his arms had already surpassed the basket. How to get the ball? He paused in mid-air, as if he was still thinking about what he should do.
What should I do? It's a layup. I've already jumped so high. Do I still want to go for a layup? He has never tried a dunk. He didn't plan to dunk the ball at first, so he didn't care. He hit it, and he was struggling to hit it.
The ball hit the basket and dunked into the basket. Yang Zhenxing's arm was still hanging on the basket, as if the dunk just now was still unfulfilled. He also grabbed his other hand on the basket. He pulled hard and made a lead.
With his body upward, he smashed the backboard with his right hand, kicked off his legs, and jumped down. When he landed, his legs slowly cushioned him, and he also assumed a thinker's posture.
The basket was still crumbling, and the basketball bounced on the ground a few times and rolled to the sidelines. This was his first dunk, at least the first time in his memory. He let out a domineering roar, roared to the sky, and then couldn't hold it back anymore.
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This was once a dream he longed to achieve. For countless days and nights, he, who was not too tall, worked hard as a trainer, constantly bouncing up and falling down. No boy who loved basketball could do it.
There is a dream of flying, but there are a few who can achieve it. After all, most people have limited talents, and Yang Zhenxing is not a player with outstanding talents.
Although he has not experienced the extremely hard training of the past three years and the blood, sweat and tears he shed every day, when he completed the first dunk in his memory, he seemed to have experienced all the hard training, painful torture, and all exhaustion.
All the grievances, all the efforts, as if he has experienced this, he cried again, for himself to complete the first dunk in memory after hard training, for all the pain and grievances he experienced in traveling to the United States.
There is also Glory, or his beloved girlfriend Liu Xiaolu who he just left and whom he never thought he would lose. Maybe it includes all of this.
Xingxing was still crying silently alone, squatting in the center of the basketball court, letting out the most primitive man's wail. The cry was mixed with excitement, pain, grievance and helplessness.
"Yang, why are you here, why are you crying?" A tall figure appeared in front of Yang Zhenxing
"Anthony, why are you here?" It turned out to be the best player in the NCAA, the teammate of the Stars Kentucky Wildcats and the prospective No. 1 pick Anthony Davis. He was followed by Gil Gillister, Teague and other teammates as well as Coach Casipari.
"We're here to train, but the draft is coming soon. You have to train quickly and try to get a good pick. Oh, by the way, I just called you and you didn't answer. Where are you from? Have you been here all along?
" Teague asked Yang Zhenxing
"Oh, I've been here all the time." Xingxing just remembered and looked at the mobile phone not far away that Liu Xiaolu had just thrown to the ground, and then said hesitantly.
"Why were you crying just now? Where was the Chinese girl you were with last night?" Michael asked him
"Oh, uh, I, that's my girlfriend, she just broke up with me."
"Your Chinese girlfriend? Why haven't I heard of it? Isn't your girlfriend Kaidi?" Anthony Davis asked him in confusion.
At this time, Yang Zhenxing has understood that he has really found a new girlfriend in the United States, but he has never mentioned his Chinese girlfriend Liu Xiaolu. It is still difficult for him to understand. It seems that after living in the United States, he
, has really changed, he even began to wonder whether he still loves Liu Xiaolu now. Is it really so easy to change people? Is the former Everlasting Merchant Alliance really so vulnerable in the face of distance and events?
Xingxing sighed, he didn't know what he was sighing about
"Ah, it was a long time ago." Xingxing didn't know how to answer, so he could only respond perfunctorily.
"Oh, is that so? I'm afraid not?" Michael smiled crookedly.
Teague gently pushed Michael to signal him to stop talking. He could see that Yang Zhenxing was very sad.
"It's okay, let's train"
"Okay, everyone gather here, let me say a few words." It's Coach Casipari. Everyone has gathered here. Xingxing is still a little shy, after all, he is not very familiar with them.
"Today may be the last time we get together to train. In the past year, everyone has made great efforts and we have achieved the best results. It is really a perfect season. And next, most of us will
Facing the draft, some people will graduate and enter the society to join other jobs. I hope this last training will have a perfect ending. I wish everyone a bright future. Let me talk about today’s training plan.”
