explosive dribbler

Chapter 21 Wu Yichen
At 7 p.m., the Holy Land of Basketball.

Under the leadership of West, An Xiaonan came to this place that disgusted him for the second time.But he is indeed an acting school. After putting on the mask, he is a different person from usual, as if he is surrounded by the cold aura of poisonous scorpions all the time.

Today is an unlimited heads-up match. An Xiaonan came to the technical stage and got his number 30. The staff asked that the number plate must be buckled on his chest so that the commentator could call him.

"Fuck him! Let him go back to the slums to eat his mother's milk!"

Hearing the booing from the audience around the stadium, An Xiaonan frowned. What was the situation that made them scold so much? It sounded like the one being scolded was still a black man.

But then there was another scolding sound: "Fuck you, the guy with the baby poop on his eyes, go back to your hometown!"

An Xiaonan approached the court, and with his height, he could see the situation inside the court even if he stood outside the crowd.He only saw a black man break through a person with a black mask over his eyes, and then he smashed with one hand.

"Shh-"

"yeah--"

It sounds like fans are split between those who support black people and those who support mask wearers.

"Huh?" An Xiaonan let out a light snort, and squeezed into the crowd. When he looked carefully, his pupils under the mask suddenly shrank.

Asian?Are you Chinese?

That's right, the person with the mask on his eyes is an Asian. Although his skin was darkened by the sun, An Xiaonan still recognized him as a yellow race.

He has black and slightly long hair. If he takes off the mask, he is definitely a handsome guy in Asia.Even in terms of appearance, An Xiaonan felt ashamed of himself.

I saw him leaning over and panting slightly, as if he was at a disadvantage in the confrontation just now.An Xiaonan discovered that this person was not physically strong, and it seemed that he hadn't fully matured yet.

"Oh, contestant No. 15, the Chinese dragon from the far east, what's wrong with him! He's at a disadvantage in the confrontation, are you tired?"

The DJ commentary at the scene made An Xiaonan understand that there are actually Chinese people like him in this place.

"Hey, Hongdou, if you can't do it, just admit defeat! Hey, I haven't lost my temper yet. If the ants provoke me, I may be trampled to death!" The black man stood in front of the Chinese with the ball in his hands, laughing.

Most of the audience was also laughing at him. It seemed that only a small number of people supported the Chinese people.

At this time, the Chinese suddenly laughed, which made the blacks stunned.

The game continued. As soon as the Chinese received the serve, he jumped up and made a shot more than one meter away from the three-point line.

An Xiaonan's eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he looked incredible.The shooting posture of this Chinese is actually similar to Curry, how is this possible!

Whether it is the speed, timing, or posture of the shot, it is very similar to the popular NBA superstar Stephen Curry!

"brush!"

"This can stop your mouth." The Chinese waved his index finger in front of the black man.

An Xiaonan was shocked, there was such a person in Orlando!

"Wow, Mr. No. 15, he beat No. 11 with a three-pointer! Congratulations to him for winning tonight!"

The black man froze in place, while the Chinese seemed to be exhausted and walked towards An Xiaonan's side.An Xiaonan saw that this person had several scars on his body, which were obviously caused by long-term confrontation.

Panting, he brushed past An Xiaonan, walked to a room behind the technical table, received his reward from inside, and then left this "basketball holy land" quickly.

"Hey, wait a minute!" An Xiaonan called to the Chinese in the corridor outside the door.

When the Chinese heard the familiar Chinese, they stopped and looked back. An Xiaonan walked up to him and stretched out his hand: "Hi, fellow!"

Looking at An Xiaonan's mask, the fellow seemed a little scared, so he took a step back to keep his distance and said, "What's the matter?"

This Chinese is slightly shorter than An Xiaonan, but he also looks 185.

"Don't be so cold, it's not easy to meet a compatriot in Orlando!" An Xiaonan took off his mask to show his friendliness.

The Chinese froze for a moment, seeing that An Xiaonan under the mask was completely different from him wearing the mask, so he relaxed a little and said, "Hello."

"Are you interested in getting to know me? Your shooting shocked me!" An Xiaonan put on the mask again.

"Many people have said this to me, you also have a game? How do you call it?"

An Xiaonan was overjoyed, since the other party asked his name, it would be easier to talk: "My name is An Xiaonan, I have been in the United States for eight years, and I am from Cantonese."

"Oh?" He seemed to be interested in An Xiaonan, "You are An Xiaonan? The Magic?"

An Xiaonan nodded, his smile could not be seen outside the mask.

"My name is Wu Yichen. I have just been in the United States for a month. Do you have time to talk later?" Wu Yichen looked at An Xiaonan, as if he had changed suddenly, without the strong vigilance he had just now.But to be on the safe side, he didn't take off his mask.

"Wu Yichen? Good name. You've only been here for a month? If I'm not wrong, you probably don't want to stay in this place for too long." An Xiaonan said.

Wu Yichen nodded, still cherishing words like gold.

An Xiaonan patted his chest and said, "It's okay, I can cover you in this place, after all, this place will cease to exist in two more months."

Wu Yichen was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "You are very capable!"

"But I have no malice towards you." An Xiaonan smiled, although Wu Yichen couldn't see it, "Then, please come in and watch my game."

Wu Yichen nodded, and followed An Xiaonan into the "Basketball Holy Land" again.

"Is this your first time here to play a game? I haven't seen you before." Wu Yichen asked.

On the contrary, An Xiaonan was a little surprised: "So, you have been here for a while!"

"It didn't take long, just to practice myself. Although you seem to be not easy, I still have to remind you that the two games I just came here were all disastrous. The people here are very shady, and I suffered a lot." Wu Yichen It was the first time he said so many words, maybe it was the first time he said so many words at once after coming to the United States.Of course, there are also language barriers.

"Thank you, I see." An Xiaonan nodded, but he always had a question in his mind, this Wu Yichen looked younger than himself.Although covered by a mask, the childishness in his eyes still remained.

"Okay! Now we are going to have an unlimited confrontation! The numbers of the two players on the stage are Mr. 30, who made his debut for the first time, and No. 8, who has won two consecutive victories!"

Wu Yichen was startled, and looked at An Xiaonan: "You reported unlimited?!"

　Friends who want to know Wu Yichen, please see my book "The Essence of Shooting: Turning the Wrist"

　　
　
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