from the golden generation

Chapter 4 Home? (Seeking collection recommendation tickets)
"Second goods, hurry up!"

Iverson pulled Yan Song up, looked at the deformed and tattered canvas shoes on Yan Song's feet, and said.

"What's your shoe size?"

"what?"

"Stop talking nonsense, speak quickly."

"Five yards 44."

After Yan Song finished speaking, Iverson wrote down the opponent's shoe size and said again.

"Which brand of sneakers do you like?"

The words fall.

Yan Song waved his hands and said anxiously: "No, Brother Alun, you don't want to buy me shoes, do you? No need, don't waste the money."

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't know what's going on in your family. You're playing tomorrow in slippers?"

Yan Song was speechless to refute.

Iverson laughed, do you think I won't buy it for you if you don't tell me?
I can buy you a few pairs of shoes at will, and I am very rich now.

"After training for a while, follow me."

"it is good."

Yan Song obeyed.

The coach on the side blew his whistle, announcing the assembly for training.

"Tomorrow, we will play a friendly match against Georgia Institute of Technology."

"Besides, I heard that the scouts of the NBA team will also send people over tomorrow, so everyone puts all their strength and energy into it."

"have you understood!"

"I understand!"

The crowd responded.

Coach John then looked at a player in the team and said.

"How is the ankle recovering?"

"No."

The other party only answered one word, but this word was all about helplessness and helplessness.

In a practice game that day a week ago, he severely sprained his right foot while attempting a dunk.

But now catching up with such a rare opportunity, he has no way to show himself.

It's really a basketball player, unforgettable pain.

After receiving his answer, Coach John secretly glanced at Yan Song who was still panting.

I have made a decision in my heart, so I have to implement it.

"Everyone, form a team for the game, the loser will run back and forth [-] times, and start."

The words fall.

The coach continued.

"Yan Song, come and practice with me."

"Ok."

Yan Song trotted over wearing socks.

The rest of the team members were a little envious of Yan Song, but Iverson became complacent.

Did you see that the old man looked down on others yesterday, but today he cultivated them himself.

You say, my eyesight in choosing people is cruel enough.

...

After training, everyone left the basketball hall one after another.

And Yan Song had a good practice today, starting in the morning until after school in the afternoon.

Halfway through the lunch break, I only took a half-hour break.

The coach really didn't care about him, and practiced Yan Song to death and life for a while.

When it was Yan Song's turn to leave, Yan Song had never looked forward to leaving school so much.

But when he was leaving, the coach said to himself with a wicked smile, see you tomorrow.

Yan Song only felt that his whole body was sore, as if he was going to die.

"Don't be foolish, the coach values ​​you."

Iverson stroked Yan Song's hair, and then pulled him into a nearby high-end barber shop.

two hours later.

Iverson pulled the shy Yan Song out of the barber shop.

"What are you afraid of, how handsome you are after the ironing."

As he spoke, Iverson stroked Yan Song's curly hair just permed.

Yan Song hastily buttoned the hoodie on his head.

Iverson wanted him to be brave, but he tried too hard and accidentally tore his clothes.

"Let's go shopping for clothes."

"What's the fun?"

Yan Song was stunned, but Iverson did not pull him into a sports brand store.

Still muttering in his mouth, only buy basketball shoes.

After a while.

Iverson holds four shoe boxes, behind.

Yan Song was holding a big bag of clothes he just bought, he knew that Iverson was bold.

But I didn't expect to be so generous, and I spent several thousand yuan on myself.

But for myself, the whole body costs only 75 yuan.

Compared with the other party, it seems really too weak.

"By the way, go live at my house today. I've found someone to move your house here."

After Iverson finished speaking, he walked a few steps, looked at the motionless Yan Song, and continued.

"Let's go, I've moved all your things here for you, and I've thrown away some old items. Let's go."

"Oh, by the way, I sold the house to you, and I just bought you clothes and shoes."

Iverson finished.

Yan Song's brain exploded, and he couldn't recover from the humming.

No matter what the situation, I trained for one day, and then took over my home.

Just as Yan Song was about to speak, Iverson dragged him out of the traffic jam.

After 10 minutes or so.

Arrived at the place where Iverson lived.

"Brother Alun, your house is a villa!"

"Not really, it's just a small villa, given by the 76ers."

The words fall.

Iverson pushed the demented Yan Song into the house again.

"Mom, I brought Yan Song back."

"Da da da."

The sound of rushing downstairs came, and Iverson's mother hugged Yan Song very warmly, and said.

"welcome."

After speaking, the other party put his hand on Yan Song's back and continued.

"It's healed."

"It's fine, don't worry."

Done.

Yan Song struggled to take the items and Iverson came to an empty room on the first floor.

All the facilities in the house are brand new, completely in stark contrast to the dilapidated house where Yan Song used to live.

Yan Song was shocked.

This, this is not just throwing away old items, I think it's throwing away my whole house.

This is too luxurious.

"I go."

Yan Song opened his mouth wide open, his eyes almost popping out.

"You get used to it slowly, I'll go and paint for a while."

Iverson closed the door gently, leaving behind Yan Song who was still in a daze.

After a long time, Yan Song came back to his senses and put all the clothes he bought into the wardrobe.

The newly bought four pairs of sneakers were also carefully placed on the shoe cabinet.

Then, after getting wet with the towel in his backpack, he wiped the corners of the room clean.

"what."

Yan Song sat on the bed.It just feels like everything is different.

All this seemed too miraculous.

Ever since I got in touch with basketball, my life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

thinking.

Yan Song suddenly recalled the one-on-one time with the coach in the basketball hall.

The coach said a word when he jumped up to block the shot.

"Son, you were born for basketball!"

This sentence.

There is magic, there is magic.

Yan Song couldn't forget that after saying that sentence, he miraculously stole the coach's shot.

He also used the moves he had seen to solve the game with fake throws and real bursts.

Do I really want what the coach said, I, Yan Song, really live for basketball?
Thinking painfully.

Iverson called himself over for dinner, and now he seemed to have a home again.

And Allen Iverson seems to have become a relative in his mind.

He seems to be his own biological brother.

After one meal, another sleep.

A day passed.

Tomorrow is about to usher in his first show, against Georgia Institute of Technology!

(End of this chapter)