from the golden generation

Chapter 13 Time Flies (Please recommend a ticket)
Yan Song took the pass, and didn't intend to break through with the ball at all.

He directly joins the ball without even jumping, and dares to shoot outside the three-point line with the strength of his upper body.

"next."

The ball was still spinning in mid-air and before it entered the basket, Yan Song had already called the next player to play.

"How arrogant are you..."

The basketball went into the frame, and he choked back the words of the man who was still bleeding from the nose.

"Hurry up, I don't have time to play with you."

Yan Song is very rude, and there is no need to be polite to this kind of person.

The opponent has another person, come on stage.

Just passed the ball to Yan Song again, Yan Song made another shot from the spot and hit a three-pointer.

Yan Song didn't speak, and shook his finger, showing the sarcasm skill to the fullest.

You guys are too weak!
Of the five opponents, Yan Song had easily eliminated two of them.

And the two men and one woman who were trapped just now looked at Yan Song in disbelief.

"Brother, strong."

"Cast them to death!"

As for those gangsters, they could hang and beat Yan Song if he didn't take a step.

Simply not in the competition, and knowing that it is impossible to defeat Yan Song, he directly took out his own thing.

Seeing that the other party couldn't afford to play, the three of them who were smiling just now turned pale with fright, and called Yan Song to run quickly.

But Yan Song didn't seem to hear it, and kicked the leader's knee.

Immediately afterwards, there was another uppercut, which hit the opponent with black eyes and couldn't find Bei.

The leader was knocked down, and although the other four were afraid, they still bit the bullet and rushed up anxiously.

Yan Song snorted coldly.

Two punches, three kicks, four mouths.

A set of attack combos, the five people who beat them lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Yan Song waved his hands and spoke out the rubbish talk he had learned from Ewing and others.

"You said that you are not good at basketball, and you are not good at fighting."

Saying that, Yan Song grabbed the leader's head again and said.

"On these two blows, I still dare to play tricks. Remember not to play basketball again in the future."

"get out!"

The words fall.

Yan Song kicked the opponent away without any effort.

The five of them had their tails between their legs and were devastated.

After leaving the court in despair, these people must have a longer memory in the future.

Looking at the backs of the five gangsters running away, Yan Song thought to himself.

Looks younger than me, why not study hard.

"Brother, thank you."

The girl spoke first, her eyes still red.

"Thank you bro."

The two boys bowed their heads in thanks together, and they were about to kneel down and kowtow to Yan Song a few times to show their gratitude.

"Okay, get up, try not to come out at night."

The three nodded, seeing that Yan Song was also very young and played basketball so well.

asked the boy who had just been injured.

"Brother, are you from a high school team?"

"No."

"Then, the college team?"

"No."

Yan Song denied it again, the boy thought about it, and said again.

"Streetballer? Or..."

The boy suddenly thought of something, and said weakly.

"NBA?"

"Ah."

Yan Songfeng nodded lightly, and the three of them were startled.

Yan Song also took off his hoodie, exposing his head.

"Yan Song!"

The other party yelled, Yan Song was also surprised and asked.

"you know me?"

"Yes, you see we all have the same skin color."

The boy was a little excited, and he simply spoke Mandarin as he spoke.

"Ha, I didn't expect to meet my compatriots."

Yan Song laughed and laughed, and finally encountered a good thing today.

But the other two were frowning tightly, unable to understand their conversation.

"Which school are you from?"

"Georgetown, we are your juniors."

The boy became more excited and said it again in English.

This time it was not over, the boy took a pen from his pocket and handed it to Yan Song.

"My idol, please sign me. You are the first Chinese person to sign with the NBA."

Yan Song took the pen, his face was very calm, but his heart was already full of joy.

Seeing that Yan Song had signed his companion, the other two also pestered Yan Song to ask him to sign for themselves.

Yan Song is also very good at talking, just brush two strokes and finish.

"By the way, idol, now that the NBA's publicity has reached China, presumably when you play your first game, the ratings may explode."

"Haha."

Yan Song smiled, stroked the boy's hair, and continued basketball training.

Well, this caught the interest of the three of them again, and the three of them pestered Yan Song again.

Ask him to teach them how to play, Yan Song has no choice.

Teach little by little from the beginning.

He told the three of them what Iverson and Coach John had said to him, and the actions that needed attention, without reservation.

Knowing that it was past three o'clock in the morning, the girl's cell phone rang, and she ran away in a hurry.

The two boys acted as flower protectors, chasing after her.

"Brother Yan, goodbye."

"Ah."

Yan Song squinted his eyes, panicking from sleepiness.

But after thinking about it, he might as well just stay overnight and go directly to the stadium for training. Anyway, he always has the key to the stadium.

the next day…

When Ewing, Houston and others came to the arena, they looked at Yan Song who was sleeping soundly on the floor.

Instead of greeting the other party, he took out the camera from his backpack and took a blurry photo as a souvenir.

"There are really such persistent people, Houston, you will lose your starting position."

Ewing laughed, and Houston coughed lightly.

Indeed, this kid is making ridiculously fast progress now.

After the last one-on-one fight, I fought against the opponent several times, but all ended in failure.

If it wasn't for his rich experience in actual combat and not being dismissed by the coach, otherwise, Yan Song would definitely sit firmly in the starting lineup now.

"Let him sleep, he hasn't rested since he came to us."

Ewing warmed his heart in seconds, Big Brother, Houston stretched out his hand and said.

"Then let him lie down?"

"Lie down, he is stronger than you now, you should take this opportunity to train."

Ewing laughed loudly, Houston turned dark, and glanced at Yan Song who was sleeping like a dead pig.

Shooting drills followed.

...

Basketball training, after a long time, will make you feel boring.

But he will always be with you, you shoot it, it will give you a response.

It is your loyal partner.

Yan Song made full use of this rare offseason.

Time flashed to October.

All the Knicks players got together today and just finished the training game.

I also had a tactical run-in with Yan Song, and the players inside were very excited.

Because tomorrow is the new season, and it's time for them to show the fruits of their labor.

Especially Yan Song was very excited, even when he went to bed at night, he barely fell asleep until late at night.

His NBA basketball career is about to start, and tomorrow's schedule.

Yan Song also hopes that the Knicks can participate in the game.

Now he is like an arrow on the string, impatiently preparing to tie the alliance.

Set off wave after wave of turbulent waves.

I also want countless people to prove that I am really born for basketball.

Likewise, basketball lives for itself.

The era that belongs to me is about to start!
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