Sakuragi, who was a little dazed after the slam dunk, was unusual, he didn't celebrate loudly or smile, he just sat in the dugout, as if he didn't believe that everything that had just happened was done by himself.

This ball seemed to be poured into Deng Zhiqiang's heart, and he was silent for a long time.

Two-meter tall, he can dunk on tiptoe slightly, but he has never tried a slam dunk in all these years of playing. Speaking of which, in the past, it was because I didn't like basketball, and I was always bored in my heart, but I was driven by the fear of isolation to fight on the court, which was obviously not like this at first!

He couldn't help but wonder, why do he hate basketball?

Obviously, I will be excited and excited to shout halfway through the game, I will feel happy with my friends, and when I was young, my world was only basketball......

What is it, what is it that has allowed me to persist until now, I have come to this point, why has my body been retreating, why?

If you really hate basketball, what is the laughter when you play?

I can't help but think of that day, the day my mother handed over "Slam Dunk" to me, my father was inexplicably angry.

Obviously, when I was a child, my father hugged me and held a basketball by myself, and both of them were smiling on their faces, but why is it like this now?

Suddenly, he thought of the talented player Deng Ming mentioned by the physical education teacher just now-

"Is my father still haunted by it?"

At this time, in Deng Zhiqiang's house, the man who looked like him was sitting alone in the living room smoking a cigarette, and it was "Slam Dunk" playing on TV. He's been watching this animation, his son always practices until late and doesn't come home until late, and his wife goes back to his hometown to take care of his elderly parents, and basically no one can find out what he's doing.

He also likes to read comics, and a famous cartoonist like Mr. Qingbai naturally won't miss it. But when he saw "Slam Dunk", he panicked. Mitsui Shou, in particular, felt like he was painting himself.

However, the two are different in many ways.

He is lonely, a genius in the eyes of everyone, a hope in the eyes of everyone, the chairman of the basketball world hopes that he will win glory abroad to arouse the love of domestic audiences for basketball, and foreign NBA officials also hope to bring the concept of commercial basketball into the world's largest consumer market through themselves. The pressure from many parties caused him to fall short on the field for the first time, and it was originally just an ordinary defeat, but the phone calls from relatives and friends from all over the country almost blew up the phone, and the coach of the team also came to talk to him personally, and the swearing was very unclean.

Every time you lose, the pressure increases by one point, five games down, the pressure has been unbearable, to add insult to injury, is a short 10cm guard riding on the neck dunk, and then the insulting gesture directly ignited the long-term anger and depression, I lost my mind, got the ball and thought about single-handedly playing the racist, the team's advantage was buried by my own hands, and at the same time lost the opportunity to take revenge, and finally returned home.

"It would be nice if I had a group of friends like Sakuragi and Miyagi!"

In the evening, Deng Zhiqiang came back from practice, his father Deng Ming was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, saying hello to his father and then coming to the restaurant, the meal had already been prepared, because his father didn't like to play basketball by himself, so most of the time, the two did not eat together, but today's unprecedented dishes and chopsticks have not moved.

After the meal, the two sat on opposite sides of the dining table, and Deng Ming suddenly said: "What do you want to do in the future." ”

Deng Zhiqiang has been afraid of his father since he was a child, coupled with his father's abnormality today, he replied with a cower: "I ...... I don't know. ”

He's ready for the storm. In the past, as long as he showed such weakness, his father would be angry and speak ill of him, beating and scolding him was light, and the most serious one even hit him and couldn't get off the ground......

But today my father is very strange, he didn't say anything, it felt like a different person.

Seeing his son cowering, he also blamed himself in his heart. Over the years, my heart has been tormented by the pressure of that time, and my son has almost become a victim of his anger at basketball over the years. The dignity of the elders made it impossible for him to apologize, but his tone softened: "What about your friends, what do they want to do?" ”

"They probably want to play basketball......

"What about you?"

This problem is again, Deng Zhiqiang can feel that today's father is different from usual. Suddenly, he thought about whether it would be "Slam Dunk" that made his father like this, but then he threw the thought out, "It's impossible, my father is the most hated basketball person in the world." ”

"I'll probably take the big exam and then become a teacher!"

"Just like you, you still want to be a teacher?"

The son's weak temperament is destined to be a bad teacher, and he is delayed by the most important teacher for the players - the coach, so the son cannot be a teacher. Seeing that his son had been playing sloppy with him, he asked bluntly, "You like to play basketball, right?" ”

Deng Ming has seen his son roaring on the court many times, that is the domineering he has never shown in life, the three-second zone under the basket is his battlefield, he should have belonged there.

"I... I ......"

His father's long-term backlog made him want to say he didn't like it very much, but the animation he watched today made him understand his mind, and he could only open his mouth and couldn't say a complete sentence.

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, he instantly understood his son's mind, and now he is almost kicking the door.

"Follow me!"

Obediently followed his father to the gymnasium, only to see his father take out a badly worn basketball from the back of the car, he looked at his father blankly, not knowing what kind of medicine his father was selling in his gourd.

Standing in the middle of the three-second zone, he felt a sense of blood connection, since he figured it out, the court has become a part of his body, and basketball has become obedient-

As long as I'm here, I can do anything!

But when he saw the man holding the ball opposite, his expression softened - "That's my father"

"Basketball is a team sport ......"

His right hand slapped the old guy who had been sealed in the warehouse for more than ten years, and the roughness of the surface of the sphere made him clearly realize that he was old, "Let's have a bullfight?" ”

Deng Zhichao looked at his father in shock, since he had a memory, it was the first time he heard basketball-related words from his father's mouth, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head: "No, no...... How can I play with you, father. ”

"Manly man, don't you even want to say whether you like it or not?"

Deng Zhichao suddenly found that his father's whole person was different, revealing a kind of radiance all over his body, the thought in his heart became clearer and clearer, his eyes turned red, his helpless hands gradually clenched, his free expression became firm, he took a long breath, and roared in a voice that could be heard throughout the venue: "Attack!" ”

……

"Go, son, you've grown up!"