from the golden generation

Chapter 12
A certain day in July, late.

The Knicks rarely train together on the field.

After a day of high-intensity training, the big brother Ewing suggested.

"Do you want to take the couple to a nightclub?"

The words fell, Houston said.

"I have no opinion, should we pull that kid over?"

Houston said, pointing to Yan Song who was still proposing to attack.

Others in the house simply greeted Yan Song directly.

Yan Song was a little hesitant when he heard the sound, if he didn't go.

It will definitely be a disappointment, and besides, this is also an opportunity to improve the goodwill with the internal players.

So, Yan Song put the basketball on for the first time, changed into casual clothes, and followed a few people out.

As for the nightclub, Yan Song and Iverson have been there before.

To be honest, Yan Song didn't like the atmosphere there, but his companions were willing to go, so he was fine.

After a while.

The crowd came to a fairly large nightclub in New York.

Once in.

The employees inside recognized Ewing and the others. As for Yan Song, they had never seen it but had heard of it.

Inside the store, all kinds of lights are intertwined and shining.

The music was rumbling and vibrating, and Ewing gave Yan Song a few bottles of beer.

He went to find happiness alone.

"What's the use of this, it's better to practice for a while."

Yan Song took a sip of beer and was dazed by the purple light.

However, it's also a place where you can let off steam.

At least Yan Song thinks so. After all, it is difficult to see the skin color of people here so as not to conflict because of these things.

The others in the room were having a great time playing, but Yan Song stood there like a wooden man.

Suddenly, someone walked up to Yan Song without saying hello.

He picked up the beer and drank most of the bottle.

Yan Song looked sideways, he was a white man, and he could vaguely see that the other party was blond.

The other party stuck out his tongue at Yan Song, Yan Song was puzzled and stuck out his tongue too.

Seeing that Yan Song didn't understand, the woman wanted to laugh.

Then he shook Yan Song's jaw and left.

Until late at night, the insiders had a good time.

Yan Song narrowed his eyes and settled the cost with the waiter.

"A total of eight thousand nine hundred yuan."

"Ok?"

Yan Song first had a question mark on his face, then turned around to look.

Someone inside was still waving and shouting, no thanks, no thanks.

Seeing this scene, how could Yan Song not understand.

One guess is that after someone drank too much, he invited others to drink and spent so much money.

Although Yan Song is now a millionaire, he still feels a little pained after spending so much.

Because he felt that drinking more than 8000 yuan was not worth it.

After paying the bill, Yan Song hailed a car and took everyone home.

As for Yan Song himself, he drank three bottles of beer and didn't think anything was wrong at all.

This made him think that he drank fake wine.

"Let's be training for a while."

After all, Yan Song deliberately ran to the arena to get a basketball, and chose to find a field field nearby to practice.

Although it was late at night, there were still many people.

At this time, a group of people clashed on the court where Yan Song was.

Yan Song turned his head to look and heard them shouting.

It seems that they quarreled because they were willing to bet and refused to admit defeat after losing the duel.

Yan Song didn't want to be nosy, and continued to shoot from the sidelines.

"One-on-one if you don't accept it, what do you want!"

"The five of us can swipe you a hundred times."

The group continued to taunt, while the two teenagers who had been scolded all the time were obviously too angry to vent their anger.

There are many people on the other side, there are five of them, and the two of them plus their female classmates, there are only three in total.

They were playing here just now, and the group came out of the nightclub and saw them.

I have to drag my female classmate to continue drinking.

If the two adults don't know what the other wants to do, how can they agree.

And the other party proposed a heads-up, but they couldn't beat each other.

This is the so-called not admitting defeat.

"I want you to pull that big man and fight us one-on-one again."

Suddenly, someone in the group suggested.

"That's right, let's do it again. If you lose this time, you can obediently hand him over to us."

The two remained silent, tightly guarding the girl behind their backs.

But his eyes began to glance towards Yan Song.

Seeing that the other party was silent, a boy with dirty braids walked directly to Yan Song.

He patted Yan Song on the back and said.

"Hey, call you that!"

"Ok?"

Yan Song turned his head and stared at the young man with dreadlocks who was a head shorter than himself.

"What?"

Yan Song said very calmly.

But when these words reached that person's ears, they became very terrifying.

Perhaps because of his height, the man's voice was much lower.

"Come here, one-on-one, one-on-one."

After the other party finished speaking, Yan Song nodded and agreed.

So far, he hasn't turned down anyone's heads-up request.

That is, if there is a battle, it must be accepted. If you don't accept him, you won't be Yan Song.

"Thank you brother, you don't need to help, just call the police."

The girls who were protected were almost crying. The mobile phones of the three of them were all taken away by the other party, so there was no way to call the police.

And the group of people with strange hairstyles were a little anxious when they saw that the other party asked Yan Song to call the police.

Someone who didn't know what to think took out a knife from his pocket and walked towards Yan Song.

"If you fucking dare to call the police, I will definitely stab you into..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Yan Song grabbed the other party's face with one hand and kicked the other party away.

"Don't you say heads-up? Are you looking for me to fight?"

After Yan Song finished speaking, he sat on the wooden chair beside him.

The group of people glanced at each other, they were not taller than Yan Song at all, nor Yan Songzhuang.

The height is generally around 1.7 meters.

"Then, let's go heads-up, you go first."

The words fall.

One of the two boys, walks up to the three-point line and catches the pass from the other side.

The boy attacked with the ball, but the opponent's defensive posture stopped the boy from his hands.

"What kind of defense is this?"

Yan Song pulled his face, and you didn't even know how to play basketball for a long time.

The other party will not, but the boy will.

Difficult to get rid of the opponent's rogue defense, ready to layup.

But the defending person actually pulled the boy down abruptly.

The boy fell to the ground, but the defender raised his hands high, showing off his muscles.

And his companions were still cheering triumphantly.

"What kind of garbage defense is this, foul, what are you cheering for?"

Yan Song's voice broke the opponent's celebration.

The boy who fell to the ground covered his waist and waved to Yan Song to indicate that he was fine.

Yan Song disagreed and continued.

"You're insulting basketball, you don't deserve to be on the court."

The words fall.

Yan Song angrily threw the basketball directly at the opponent, causing nosebleeds to flow from the person on the field.

"Grandma, don't think we are afraid of you, we have a lot of people!"

"And then what?"

Yan Song continued to taunt, and then walked onto the basketball court.

"Let me tell you how to play basketball!"

The man was still bleeding from the nose, Yan Song waved his hand.

Get out now, don't waste time.

　The first update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)