32. Lin Haoran

"Boss, let's go out and play ball, such good weather, it's a terrible thing not to exercise. Han Fei changed into his jersey and basketball shoes, and he was neatly equipped and full of heroism.

Wang Jinduo sat on the chair and didn't want to move at all, tilted his head and glanced at Han Fei and said: "You go to play in the NBA, Kobe's jersey is on, aren't you afraid to go out and duangduang to hit the iron and then be beaten up?" ”

"Pull it down, don't be blind to my department, besides, how can we Nortel have anyone who can up, you obviously look down on me Jimen Bridge Kobe, do you want to go?" Han Fei leaned against the bedroom door and said.

Wang Jinduo hummed and chirped: "If you don't go, don't go, the sketches that have been lined up for so long are almost exhausting me and let me take a breath." ”

"You can only charge while exercising, you are too slow to return to the magic while sitting. ”

", if I go out and move the blood bar will be cleared, you're not a wet nurse, can you still give me a mouthful of milk?"

"Gotta gotcha, I'll go myself. ”

In other words, Nortel's sports atmosphere is extremely not strong, there are only one or two basketball courts, and there are even fewer people playing ball, probably because the pursuit of art students is really different, and what they like is another ball game - holding the ball with both hands to break the press.

Holding the ball and going downstairs, Han Fei swept around the court, hey, there was no half of the people, there were a few people playing on the football field next to it, the sun was warm, the time was just right, let's practice shooting by yourself.

Han Fei did a few warm-up moves on the sidelines, and his two long legs were stretched straight, unfortunately, when he changed to high school, there were bursts of voices behind him.

Shot a few baskets, the posture is standard, the action is chic, the crosshairs are not bad, and at the end the right hand is raised high like a swan neck, but unfortunately, no one applauds, and the more helpless thing than throwing flattering eyes to the blind is to throw flattering eyes to the air.

When his body was warmed up, Han Fei also tried to dunk the basket, but he could press it in with one hand, and his hands were dunked in the front of the basket every time, and he meowed, and he was reborn and lowered his physical talent points, and sure enough, God his old man is fair.

Han Fei shot a basket alone for a long time, and someone finally came to the other end of the court.

"Classmate, let's have a bullfight, five balls. A man wearing a polo shirt and cropped pants walked over, carrying a three-gear backpack, his body was slightly fat, and his face was a little girly, especially the red flesh mole on the center of his eyebrows, which was simply the finishing touch, and it immediately highlighted his temperament.

"Okay. ”

Han Fei is worried about the boredom of shooting alone, no matter who you are, on the 420-square-meter basketball court, everyone is a brother of Harpy.

The man didn't warm up after putting down his backpack, took the racket two or three times, turned around and walked outside the three-point line.

Master!

Han Fei suddenly had a thought in his heart, just by looking at the frequency and strength of his dribbling, he knew that this person's basic skills were good.

"I teed off. ”

"Okay, come on. ”

The man protected the ball very well, his left hand firmly against Han Fei, and his right hand dribbled with a small three-step layup to score.

"Come again. Han Fei began to get serious.

The man was silent, smiled and continued to tee, the center of gravity suddenly stabbed low and stabbed in the past, Han Fei hurriedly slid to make up for the defense, but he didn't expect the man to pull back the center of gravity with a false shake, and gently sent the ball into the basket.

“Fake hesitation。 ”

“Money ball。 ”

The man was playing English at the same time, Han Fei was very distressed, big brother, look at your skillful basic skills and standard spoken English, you came back from studying in the United States, right?

In the next few balls, Han Fei was beaten out of temper, he was not an opponent at all, every time he attacked, he would be stuck in the position by that man in advance, and he couldn't get past it, he was nailed to the spot like a root, if it weren't for Han Fei's character outburst into one, he would really be shaved today, Wang Jinduo's crow mouth became a prophecy.

"If you don't fight, you won't fight, and you'll lose. For the first time, Han Fei felt a deep sense of frustration, he was not an opponent at all.

"Haha, you're sorry for the No. 24 on you. The man shook his head and laughed.

"Big brother, you are here to abuse people at Nortel, I dare to pack tickets with your basic skills, no one in Nortel can beat you. Han Fei was speechless.

"Can I talk to you for a while?"

"No problem. The two walked over to the basketball hoop and sat down.

"My name is Lin Haoran and I just came back from Canada. ”

"Look, I'll just say it, you definitely have the basic skills of American basketball, no wonder you're so powerful, it turned out that you came across the ocean, and you lost your respect, my name is Han Fei, from the acting department. ”

Lin Haoran took out two bottles of water from his backpack, handed one to Han Fei, and said with a smile: "Do you know "Made in the NBA"?"

Hey, the script is wrong, shouldn't you know Amway?

"You know, of course you know, the life coverage of NBA stars, and the NBA caravan events, I'm a big fan. Han Fei said.

"I'm a producer on Made in the NBA. Lin Haoran took a sip of water and spit out a sentence slowly.

Ahem, Han Fei coughed up a mouthful of water before he could swallow it.

What's the situation, no kidding, I actually had a bullfight with the producer of "Made in the NBA"? Han Fei was shocked in his heart, and asked tentatively: "Then what are you coming to Nortel for?"

"Can you dunk?" Lin Haoran asked speciously.

"Huh?"

Han Fei was stunned, and then replied: "Yes, of course I can, I'll show you one." ”

He stood up, shook his arms first, then rubbed his knees, dribbled to the three-point line, ran some distance, jumped up with his calves, stretched his arms lightly, and dunked the ball into the basket with one hand.

Lin Haoran sat behind the basketball hoop, just in the backlight, he only saw that under the projection of the sun, a vigorous figure jumped high, chic, stretched, pleasing to the eye.

It's you, Lin Haoran already has an idea in his heart.

"Good ball, nice dunk. He struck a knot in admiration.

Han Fei also walked back happily, thinking that this big guy definitely didn't come to Nortel just to play, he definitely wanted to recruit people, if he invited me to "Made in the NBA" part-time as a host or something, when the NBA superstar came to China, he would get the moon first, and ask for a wave of signed jerseys, wouldn't it be beautiful?

"Do you want to make a movie?" Before Han Fei could finish his happiness, Lin Haoran threw another big pie over.

"Pardon?" Han Fei picked at his ears, thinking that he had misheard, and burst out a sentence in English in confusion.

"I said, do you want to make a movie? I have a recent movie about basketball, and I just don't have anybody. Lin Haoran said it clearly word by word.

"You're not kidding?" Han Fei still couldn't believe his ears.

"Is it necessary for me to fly over from Canada to joke with you?" the corners of Lin Haoran's mouth pulled an arc.

Han Fei said: "Is it like "Air Slam Dunk", "Bullfighting", or "Coach Carter", can you talk about it?"

"Hehe, you've watched quite a few movies. Lin Haoran stood up and said: "This movie is about the story of several young people fighting in the street, how about it, are you interested?"

"Do you shoot it yourself?"

"Of course, you think I'm just a producer, but I'm a graduate of the New York Film Academy. ”

"Admire, admire. ”

The above are all scenes, of course Han Fei is interested, you can't estimate a sports teenager's heartfelt enthusiasm for the sports he loves, if it weren't for the author's submission in the wrong area, Han Fei would have either gone to play in the five major leagues or went to the NBA to play.

Of course, although the interest is great, you also have to think about the constraints of the actual conditions, the sketch homework has not yet been accepted, although Nortel encourages students to go out to film, but if the final results are not good, Mr. Wang may not be able to let Han Fei go.

Han Fei asked, "When will you shoot this movie?"

Lin Haoran said: "At the end of this month, the speed can start in the middle of the month." ”

"Can you leave me a contact information? I can't give you a clear answer now, if the teacher allows, I'll contact you as soon as possible, is that okay?" Han Fei's heart was itching, the theme of sports was too much for his appetite, and he hurriedly asked.

"Yes, as soon as possible, if it's too late, I'll have to change people. ”

"No problem, no problem, guarantee to contact you as soon as possible. ”

"Okay, I'll go first, here's my business card, you take it, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye, you walk slowly. ”

Lin Haoran took out a business card from his backpack and handed it over and left, Han Fei immediately took it with both hands, and the business card was bilingual in Chinese and English: Lin Haoran, Jonathan Lim, chairman of Red Forest Entertainment Group, producer of "NBA Productions".

Han Fei held the business card, rubbing his fingers vigorously, his fingertips were white, what day is today, why is he suddenly full of European energy?

Syllable.

He slapped himself, hiss, it really hurts, it wasn't a dream.

Han Fei took a long breath and went back to the dormitory with the basketball in his arms, as if a torch had been lit in his heart, I must shoot this movie, I must shoot it!

Then the next thing you should think about clearing the obstacles, the sketch must pass with a high score, so that you can find the teacher to ask for leave.

Come on, find a senior to study and research, I must seize the opportunity!