Wang Ai looked at his parents in front of him, his eyes began to moisten a little, and he thought of Lin Xueyu again and again for some reason, he felt that his mother would like Lin Xueyu very much, plus Lin Xueyu The four of them sat together and didn't know what kind of scene it would be. After eating, Wang Ai wanted to help his mother clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but was stopped by Xie Yuwei, saying that he should go back to his room to rest early and recuperate his spirits, so he didn't insist on helping her anymore.

After returning to the room, Wang Ai picked up his mobile phone and saw Wang Zhixiong's message, he quickly clicked on it, saw Wang Zhixiong's message and said: Xiao Ai, I didn't plan to sue you about this now, but now I don't want to hide it from you anymore, so as not to hurt you. What I told you just now is not alarmist, I am really worried that you will be plotted by the people of the underworld. Black power is a general term for our black system, this is the cognition I gained when I played with black players in the previous generation, because when they played against black players, the ball spirit in their body seemed to be a little afraid of a thing emanating from black people, we called it the power of black force, what is the specific reason why a small number of black people will have this system, we have not yet figured it out, but what is certain is that the same level of ball spirit and black force are completely restrained, and the reason is also unknown. And more importantly, the power of the black force can increase its own strength by annihilating the ball spirit, so I advise you not to use the ball spirit, I am afraid that if those black players in this game really have the power of the black force, I am afraid that they will attack you!

After Wang Ai read it, he was full of curiosity about this thing called the power of black martial arts, he was very curious about how this power of black martial arts used to annihilate the ball spirit, and what determined the strength of the ball spirit and the power of the black martial arts, but he didn't ask Wang Zhixiong these questions, Wang Ai replied to Wang Zhixiong and said: Since the power of black martial arts can annihilate the ball spirit, how did Jia Tianqi, who is now good in the NBA, not be annihilated?

Wang Zhixiong knew what Wang Ai meant, Jia Tianqi was not a first-class level in the NBA at all, not even average, so the masters of the black martial arts in the NBA could completely annihilate Jia Tianqi's ball spirit. Wang Zhixiong smiled and sent a message to Wang Ai: Do you think Jia Tianqi really relied on his strength to gain a firm foothold in the NBA? It's not what you think at all, what does the NBA rely on to make money now, TV broadcasting, China is such a large consumer group, the NBA definitely doesn't want to give up, if there is a Chinese player active in the NBA, it will definitely greatly stimulate the Chinese audience. Of course, it's not that Jia Tianqi's level is terrible, in fact, Jia Tianqi can be called the best player in China now, there is no one, better than me when I was young, but if I really compare it with those black people in the NBA who have the power of black martial arts, it is still far behind, and it is not even comparable to many white people who mix in the NBA.

Wang Ai was thinking about this all night, what should he do, Wang Ai didn't know. It's just that in the dream, Wang Ai came behind the hazy back again, watching the figure continue to move forward on the endless road.

In the morning, it was already past eight o'clock when Xie Yuwei woke up Wang Ai, Wang Ai remembered that he had told his parents yesterday that he would leave in the morning, and Xie Yuwei had to wake up Wang Ai who was asleep, so as not to be short of time. After Wang Ai finished washing, he found that his mother had already made breakfast, and looking at Xie Yuwei's busy figure, Wang Ai was full of reluctance. Although it was only for a month, he had never stayed alone for a month so far away from home before, Wang Ai hated parting, a qiē parting, long and short, he didn't like it.

After sending Wang Ai out of the house, Xie Yuwei and Wang Yan both had a little sour noses, thinking that their son had finally grown up and was going to go to the outside world, on the one hand, they were happy for Wang Ai, but more worried about him.

When Wang Ai arrived at the school gym, everyone had already arrived, and after Wang Zhixiong saw Wang Ai, he directly signaled the players to go out and get on the bus.

As the capital, Qingzhou City is one of the best in China in terms of economic strength and political and cultural level, and the biggest feature of Qingzhou City is that the population density is extremely high, almost three times that of Hanlin City. The geographical location is far away from Jiangbei, Jiangbei is in the north of the whole country, Qingzhou City is the throat of the country, the members of the No. 7 Middle School of Hanlin City are going by bus, and it takes 7 hours on the road alone, but fortunately they choose a sleeper, and they can rest a little during the long journey, not too tired. Because according to the instructions, the next morning, the school coach will represent the school in the lottery.

Wang Ai They arrived in Qingzhou City at three o'clock in the afternoon, and after arriving, they went directly to the booked hotel. Wang Zhixiong instructed them to rest for a night, after a bumpy day, the team members of Hanlin City No. 7 Middle School were really a little tired, and after dinner, they went back to their rooms to sleep. Wang Ai was still in the same room with Guo Jingqi, and after Guo Jingqi fell asleep, Wang Ai walked out of the room and went to the room in Wang Zhixiong's house. Wang Ai knocked on the door a few times, and Wang Zhixiong opened the door in time as if waiting for Wang Ai to come.

"Aren't you tired? Why didn't you rest? Wang Zhixiong asked Wang Ai while pouring a glass of water. I'm not very tired, I haven't figured out a few things, and I'm not sure. Wang Ai sat down and replied. I guess so, but I don't think I know anything about your problem, but there are always people who know more about it, so come with me. Wang Zhixiong got up and left the room after taking a sip of water, although Wang Ai was very puzzled, he also followed Wang Zhixiong out. After Wang Zhixiong went out of the door, he went directly to the room to the right of his room, knocked lightly, and the door was opened. Wang Ai didn't see who opened the door, and when he saw Wang Zhixiong walk in, he followed him into the house. "Hello, Mr. Wang?" When Wang Ai just walked into the room and closed the door with his backhand, he heard a somewhat familiar voice, turned around and looked, sure enough, it was him - Zhang Lei!

Wang Ai was not surprised, and replied to Zhang Lei very calmly: "It's Coach Zhang, I really didn't expect to see you again so soon." ”

"Actually, I don't want to wade into this troubled water, I can't stand your coach's strong invitation, and I'm really interested in your ball spirit, but don't get me wrong, I don't want to take your ball spirit, and I don't have that strength, I'm just just curious." Wang Ai was not surprised when Zhang Lei said the word ball spirit, and had already guessed the purpose of Zhang Lei's deliberate letting him turn back and run last time. Zhang Lei saw that Wang Ai still had an expressionless face, and he knew that he was not interesting, so he stopped talking about these useless words, and said straight to the point: "You should know why your coach asked me to come, you should also have heard about the power of black martial arts, I will tell you in detail about the power of black martial arts now." “