you are all star

Chapter 53

That night, Louis discussed with his wife, Nuana, that he would not go selling daily necessities with her tomorrow. Since Neil hadn’t touched basketball for more than 20 days, there must be a lot of things that he was unfamiliar with, and school would start soon, so he had to go around for him. Go to Smile School.

Nuana agreed to him, but the next morning, Louis still couldn't bear her pushing heavy daily necessities to sell alone, so he got up early and sent him to the market before returning.

It may be that in the past 20 days, he was too tired. When Louis returned home, Neil was still sleeping lazily.

Louis knocked on the door for a while before Neil responded in the bedroom: "Mom and Dad, stop knocking, I'm up."

Hearing his agreement, Louis said through the door: "Boy, get up, I'll accompany you to practice ball today. These days, you must be itching, right?"

"certainly……"

Thinking that my father had time to play ball with me today, I was very happy, so I quickly got dressed and got up.

After finishing everything quickly, after breakfast, Neil took out the basketball that he had hidden for more than 20 days. Accompanied by Chaoyang, the father and son came to the slum court talking and laughing.

When Neil and his father came to the slum golf course after more than 20 days, today’s golf course looks so different. The surrounding flowers and trees, the feathers of birds, and the ground all emit golden light under the sunshine. Vibrant and full of infinite vitality, they all greeted their arrival with a pair of smiles.

The father and son see that everything is so beautiful, so why bother?Hurry up and take the time to practice.

After they questioned themselves like this in their hearts, Louis looked at the basketball in his hand, fiddled with it a few times, looked at the backboard, and the distance from him was still a bit far, so he smiled at Neil: "Boy, what do you think I'm doing?" Can the ball go in?"

"It's too far away, it shouldn't be shot."

"What if it goes in?"

Neil kept rolling his eyes a few times. After scratching his head and thinking for a while, he stared at his father with a smile and said, "I made it. I challenge you."

"Boy, you won't make fun of me, will you?"

"a man of his words."

"Okay, I have courage and courage. To be fair, I will cast with my eyes closed."

"Father, no need, you may not be able to shoot with your eyes open."

"That's what you said!"

"As I said, you can just vote. If you really invest, I will admit defeat and never break my promise to challenge you. Besides, if I can't even surpass you and can't defeat you, then do you think I can become a A basketball star?"

"Okay, boy, if you have an idea, I will let you try your father's power today."

"You made the shot, just use your unique move. Down and I are father and son, friends, but on the court, you and I are opponents."

"Hey... boy, you are amazing, you can comprehend such a profound truth." Louis held the ball, looked at him, smiled, and said in a complimenting tone.

"Of course, don't look at whose son I am."

As soon as he said this, his father heard a trace of arrogance and arrogance from his words, he had to let him taste the taste of failure once in a while, and let him continue like this to pay off.

After Louis had such an idea in his mind, he decided to change his mind. His expression became serious for a moment, and he said to him seriously: "Boy, how about this, if I make a shot, if someone comes here to play today, you will play with them." One-on-one, if I know no one will come at noon, then I will fight you one-on-one."

"Father, are you afraid of losing?" Neil asked his father aggressively.

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to beat other partners. You are someone who hasn't touched the ball for more than 20 days. Don't be complacent."

"Okay, be humble, but you have to score this ball first!"

"That's right!"

Luis blushed immediately after being pierced by his son, and felt extremely embarrassed. He looked at the basket and threw the ball in his hand casually. The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air. Louis and the basket were like two fixed objects. Another fulcrum, the ground is like a plane, the ball goes straight from this fulcrum to the fulcrum of the basket, and the ball enters the net hollow.

Neil's eyes were watching the basketball move from the moment his father made the shot. When the basketball went straight into the net, Neil was dumbfounded and muttered to himself: "This is too incredible. , still so far from the three-point line."

After Louis voted, he glanced at Neil and said, "Boy, you lost, and then you have to do what I ask you to do."

Before Neil could respond, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and both Louis and Neil hurriedly turned their heads to look around.

There were nearly 20 people who came. From a distance, the person walking in front was both familiar and unfamiliar. He was a little shorter than Neil. He was a handsome Caucasian boy with curly brown hair. , especially like Peel, but I'm not sure if it's his kid.

When they got closer and closer to Louis and Neil, Neil recognized that it was indeed the kid Peel, but his appearance had changed, making it a bit unrecognizable.

Peel and his companions recognized his father from a long distance away. As for him, perhaps because of the time and changes, Peel did not recognize him, but thinking that his father was here, he must be the six Years ago, the kid who made him suffer so much humiliation, must avenge his shame today, so that he can also taste the taste of failure.

As soon as the words fell, he folded his hands in front of his chest, walked over swaggeringly, and said with a sneer, "Neil? Long time no see, remember me?"

"Of course I remember, you are the white boy Peel who was abused by me eight years ago."

"you……"

"What are you? Come to fight if you don't accept!"

Seeing that his son was not keeping a low profile, Louis reminded him kindly: "Boy, keep a low profile. After all, I haven't seen you for six years. It's hard to guess what happened in these six years."

"Father, what are you afraid of him doing? I could abuse him back then, and I can do it today."

"But...you haven't touched the ball for more than 20 days."

"Don't be afraid, I still remember many basketball moves."

"Okay, then you can settle your personal grievances with Pierre first!"

Neil nodded to his father, then ran to pick up the ball, hugged his waist, stood in a lunge, raised his head, stared at Pierre and said, "Pierre, how do I fight for the ball?"

"Let's take a penalty kick!" Peel raised his hand to indicate that his buddies were on the sidelines, and he swaggered past, responding confidently.

"Okay, here's the ball, you go first! I hope you won't be as bad as you were six years ago."

Neal responded by throwing the ball hard to Peele.

Peel took the ball, and he didn't care what he had done in the past six years or how his skills were. He only knew that he had been practicing hard for the past six years, not for anything else, but for a certain day When I meet Neil again, I can abuse him. I don't want to win a few points, I just want to win 3:0. This is his goal today.

He walked to the free throw line very calmly and made the free throw steadily.

And Neal feels cold because he hasn’t touched the ball for more than 20 days, and it may be that the basketball he grew up with since childhood has spirituality. It was slippery and couldn't be fixed, so the penalty was missed.

The penalty kick is lost, and the right to play the first ball is gone.

It's Pierre's turn to organize the first offense. Now it's not the same Pierre as before. His eyes can be separated from the ball, and he has achieved the integration of man and ball. His eyes don't look at the ball, but always focus on which direction the defender is about to defend. Trend, which avoids the defender just appearing in his attacking line.

He dribbled the ball, and quickly judged that Neal was about to defend to his right. He dribbled the ball from the left and turned around, passed Neal, and made a solid layup.

Seeing this scene, Louis was both worried and happy. The worry was that Neil didn't feel it today and would definitely lose to Peel, and the joy was that he could finally let Pierre lose his arrogance.

Since Pierre scored the first goal easily, he was even more confident. He felt that Neil hadn't improved much over the years, that's all, but this time I must not take it lightly.

Peale continued to organize the second attack. This time he used feints and post-up singles. Because of his flexible and coordinated hands and feet, he always moved quickly. When Neil put it up, he protected the ball and played post-up singles. Earl couldn't get the ball, and finally the ball went around his body, quickly picked up the ball from the side, a jumper, and the ball went in.

There was a burst of applause from the audience.

Peel frankly made a contemptuous gesture, and then asked Neil, "Neil, are you still fighting? In fact, you have already lost."

"War... I can be defeated by you, but I can't be defeated by you without dignity."

"Okay, then I will make you even less dignified today, because I just want to get back the dignity that you once humiliated me."

Neil thought in his mind, if he wins and scores a goal, he can save a little face, but Pierre will agree?His goal is to get out of the game 3:0 and be proud of the world.

Next, Neal organized the offense. He dribbled the ball, probably because he was discouraged, his hands were cold, and basketball was also desperate for him. He wanted to punish him, but he missed the ball and kept sticking to the tight defense. Seeing that he missed the dribble, Pierre quickly passed through, picked up the basketball, and shot a fadeaway jumper. After the ball spun three times on the basket, it still went in.

Peel's partners once again burst into thunderous applause, and their mouths kept applauding.

Neilton was so desperate that he knelt on the court, beat the ground hard, slapped himself twice, and complained to himself: "Neil, you are so useless, you were swept by 3:0."

Peel looked at him with a sneer and said with a sneer: "Now it's clear, who is the defeated one?"

As soon as the words fell, he didn't even give him a hand, and he called his partners to play with a smile.

Louis knew that Neil's mind must be in turmoil at this time, so he ran over and stretched out his hands to support him, touched his head, and held him in his arms.

(End of this chapter)