On an international flight from Shanghai to the East Coast of the United States, a group of tall oriental faces caught the attention of surrounding passengers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In this group of Orientals, three teenagers of thirteen or fourteen years old sat side by side.

"Snow Peak, is Oak Hill Middle School really as powerful as you say?"

The teenager sitting on the left side had a puzzled face, just now hearing Xue Feng's introduction to Oak Hill Middle School, the teenager really had a hard time believing that a high school team could beat all the college basketball teams by leapfrogging.

"Why, you don't believe me!" Faced with the doubts of his companions, Xue Feng seemed to be angry.

"Liu Wei, you have to understand that this world is really big. We can't imagine the outside world with our own eyes, otherwise we will really become frogs at the bottom of the well. ”

Beside the two, the young man Yao Ming sweated. I don't know about Oak Hill Middle School, so I'm a frog at the bottom of the well.

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"Hehehe!" Xuefeng's little adult-like words amused the adults next to him.

"Secretary Chen, I can't believe that the No. 1 school in the United States would send an enrollment invitation to Xiao Ming and the others."

Among the crowd, the tallest middle-aged man spoke, and at this moment, his mind still echoed the scene of the basketball association official personally coming to the door to deliver the enrollment invitation to Oak Hill Middle School.

A middle-aged man who has been a professional footballer understands the weight of the words "No. 1 school in the United States".

Although his son has been talented since he was a child, he has an intersection with the basketball kingdom -- the United States, which is something that a middle-aged man never imagined.

"Don't be surprised if I tell you something!"

Secretary Chen in the mouth of the middle-aged man pretended to be mysterious and said: "Do you know who the owners of Oak Hill Middle School and the Chicago Bulls are?" ”

"It's the Oda family," a yellow fir man next to Secretary Chen interjected.

This yellow cedar man is the father of a boy named Xuefeng.

His son Xuefeng received an enrollment invitation from Oak Hill Middle School, and the Yellowwood man did not dare to be careless.

Through various channels, the Douglas learned the details of Oak Hill Middle School, and also knew that Oak Hill Middle School and the three-time NBA championship team Chicago Bulls are the same owner.

When the "Japanese" said this, the Huangshan man was puzzled.

He really didn't understand why the No. 1 basketball school in the United States, which is controlled by the Japanese, would send out an enrollment invitation to three Chinese teenagers.

To show off? What is there to show off to the three unknown Chinese teenagers.

"Hehe, you don't know."

Secretary Chen lowered his voice: "This matter is only circulated within the Basketball Association, and outsiders don't know about it. ”

Seeing that the attention of the three teenagers was also attracted, Secretary Chen paused and continued: "Actually, Xiao Tian's family is Japanese-Chinese. ”

"Chinese?" Hearing Secretary Chen's words, everyone exclaimed.

"Yes, the Oda family is the descendants of World War II laborers."

Secretary Chen nodded: "The current head of the Oda family is Oda Chufan. Oda Hatsufan's father, Oda Jiye, formerly known as Long Jiye, was a Chinese soldier who was captured by Japan during World War II and went to Japan to become a mining laborer. In August 1945, after Japan's unconditional surrender, Long Jiye, who had no relatives in China, chose to stay in Japan. In order to make a living, Long Jiye had to change his name to Oda Jiye, and then married a wife and had children, and settled in Japan. ”

"No wonder, it turned out to be the descendants of the anti-Japanese soldiers left in Japan."

Everyone suddenly said, "That makes sense." Being in Cao Ying, his heart is in Han, and it is easy to understand that he thinks about the motherland after he is personally developed. ”

"Ah" A flash of inspiration flashed in the young man Liu Wei's mind, and he suddenly thought of a key point.

"Doesn't that mean that Long Zheng, the first Asian draft player in the NBA, is also Chinese."

"Uh," Secretary Chen sighed a little: "It's a pity, Long Zheng's current nationality is Japanese!" ”

"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"

Hearing this, the three teenagers sighed at the same time. If only Long Zheng had Chinese nationality. With Long Zheng, the Chinese team will definitely be able to break out of Asia and occupy a place in the world basketball arena.

"Hmm!" Secretary Chen suddenly thought of something: "I'll tell you a good news, it's Long Zhengye who came to pick up the airport this time!" ”

"Long Zheng is here to pick up the plane!"

The three teenagers suddenly became excited. As the first Asian draft player in the NBA, Ryu-jeong is the idol of the three of them.

"Uh, trouble!"

The young Liu Wei's face was bitter: "I can't speak a word of English, let alone Japanese." How will you communicate with Long Zheng then? ”

The teenager Liu Wei was worried, and the other two teenagers also had it.

In the midst of the trio's trepidation, the plane landed at Newport News-Williamsburg International Airport, the closest international airport to Oak Hill Middle School. (To be continued.) )