basketball god

Chapter 2 The American Experience
United States, November 2004, 11, at four o'clock in the afternoon, a shrill sound could be heard on a street court.

"Hey, that yellow-skinned monkey, fetch the ball."

The boy who heard the voice ignored that person, just picked up his schoolbag and left here. This is a big man with yellow skin. Although he is only 17 years old, his face already has a handsome model.

He had already packed his equipment and was about to leave when a group of people behind him were still chattering and saying some obscenities.

For example, very direct racial discrimination, or some personal attacks, or what to say, basketball is a man's sport, the body will be crooked when you hit it, and you look like a woman, you are not worthy of playing basketball, and the voices that can be heard are getting smaller and smaller.

At this time, the boy came to a Chinese restaurant. Don’t think it’s for consumption, but for part-time work. This is a daily necessity for a boy. Go to school, practice football, work, sleep, and go to school. Live a repetitive life every day.

The boy who came to the restaurant quickly changed his clothes in the back kitchen and did his daily work. The time flew by in the busyness, and it was 9 o'clock in the evening in a blink of an eye. The working hours were about to end, and it was already the finishing stage.

After work, the teenager followed the boss back to the boss's house. Of course, this is all in exchange for his work. This is the rule that the teenager made with the boss when he came to the restaurant.

He doesn't need a penny, but he needs to provide him with food and accommodation. The boss is a man in his 40s. When he first met the boy, he learned that he came to the United States alone. He also heard what happened to the boy when he first came to the United States.

I was divorced once again, and took a 14-year-old boy alone. At that time, the boss also showed kindness and hoped to find a playmate for his child, so he took the boy into his home.

Naturally, the boss cooks the dinner himself, and he and chubby Li Mingze do their homework together, an hour later.

The meal is ready, Xiao Yang is coming to eat soon, Xiao Pang at the table wanted to talk for a while, but felt that the young man's mood today might not be very beautiful, so the dinner ended quietly.

After the boy and Xiaopang cleaned up the dishes, just as they were about to go back to sleep, the boss' voice came from behind, Mingze, you go back to the house first, Xiao Yang stays here, I have something I want to talk to you about.

Fatty returned to the room with puzzled eyes. The young man naturally sat in the living room and poured a glass of water for the boss, "What's wrong with Uncle Li."

"You still ask me what's wrong, I don't look very good today, have you been laughed at on the court again?" Uncle Li asked back.

When he came to the United States, he felt the warmth of human feelings and the coldness of the world. This Uncle Li helped him when he was the darkest and most helpless, so Yang Zhan knew everything about Uncle Li, because he felt that there was nothing to be deceived.

"Our school's starting point guard was injured. I don't know if I can seize the opportunity. At that time in China, with a height of 2.01 and a wingspan of 2.20, I was not weaker than the speed of the small ones, and I was all-powerful in China."

"Besides, Dayao was also selected by the No. 02 pick in [-]. There was such a successful case, so I didn't see myself clearly at that time, and I couldn't listen to the advice, and I was suddenly told in my ear to give him the money and take me to the best high school in the United States."

"Speaking of my talent, I will definitely be able to make a lot of money playing in the NBA. Just like that, my mother doted on me very much when I was a child, so on my insistence, my mother took out half of the family's life savings."

"I also saw it later. He took me to Memphis, a place where no bird shit. The physical talent I am proud of in China is not worth mentioning here."

"So I decided, if I still can't earn this first start, then I will go back to China, leave here, give up my dream, and face reality."

Mostly it was Yang Zhan who said, and Uncle Li was listening, because Uncle Li knew that this child needed a listener, and what he had experienced in the past six months had been kept in his heart.

He could also imagine how handsome and unrestrained Yang Zhan was when he first came to the United States, how full of hope he was for his future, and what kind of dreams he came to the United States with, but the reality gave him a blow to the head.

Just in the past six months, a person has gone from sunny and humorous to taciturn and devoid of aura.

(End of this chapter)