"There is no ?!!! in a thousand miles" When Wang Ai heard this idiom, his heart refused, not because he had a different understanding of the word, but because he had hardly heard anyone called "Unique" since he was a child, shouldn't this word only appear in movies? Like the little gangster played by Stephen Chow in kung fu, a set of divine palms that fell from the sky swept everything directly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes, not one in a thousand miles." Wang Zhixiong said these four words very seriously this time, for fear that Wang Ai would not be able to take Yan Xinqing's ball spirit seriously.

It was noon, and despite the autumn weather, the sun still didn't want to leave work so early, and like a stubborn workaholic, it contributed its last bit of strength to dry the earth. The light of the strong man shone into Wang Zhixiong's room through the thin cloud slanted thorns, and the thin beads of sweat on the tip of Wang Ai's nose were echoed by the lonely light, and it was difficult to seep out of Wang Ai's skin and reach the surface of his face. "Not one in a thousand miles." Wang Ai didn't know what to say, so he simply repeated Wang Zhixiong's words.

"They call this kind of ball spirit - the ball spirit, it is the only kind of ball spirit that has been discovered so far that it does not need the host spirit at all, do you understand what this means?" Wang Zhixiong is like an old man sitting under a willow tree telling a story to his grandson, his face full of wrinkles telling the past of his youth, and the autumn wind occasionally blows, and his thoughts drift to an unknown place, as if it is a kind of home.

Time suddenly passed very slowly, Wang Ai had read a lot of poems, and he liked the open-mindedness of the ancient literati and writers to treat all things in the world and gains and losses. Perhaps in their eyes, the world is nothing more than a book that is slowly turned over by a pair of invisible hands, frame by frame, and what we can do is not to write on it the most brilliant and true calligraphy and painting that belongs to us!!

"Ball Elf." Wang Ai's mood suddenly changed very slowly, and the initial incomprehension and excitement were taken away by that gust of wind, "Ball elf, it's like Xiaofei, isn't it?" Wang Ai said slowly.

"Yes, although I don't know how far your ball spirit has reached, but judging from the progress of being able to reach the spirit realm so quickly, the possibility of your being able to generate a ball spirit after being smart is very high, which is also the real reason why those three black guys in Hutan City want to defeat you no matter what." Wang Zhixiong knew that since everything was said about, why not open the skylight and say something bright.

"It turns out that Xiao Fei is a ball elf, so Yan Xinqing doesn't need to Wu Ling to reach the spirit world directly, right?" Wang Ai was very curious about why this Yan Xinqing didn't continue to fight since his talent was so high. "So he was able to communicate with his ball spirit from the start?"

"Yes, this also explains why Yan Xinqing was recognized as the hope of Chinese basketball at that time, just like you are now." Wang Zhixiong said with a slight smile.

"But I still don't know very well what these ball spirits are, what kind of celestial ball spirits, empty ball spirits, ball spirits, what is the relationship between these ball spirits, since the ball spirits have such a right distinction between high and low, then what are the details of the division in between?" Wang Ai found that he was now fascinated by the ball spirit, and wanted to hurry to figure out all the details in between. In fact, not only Wang Ai is like this, but Wang Zhixiong doesn't want to figure out all these problems, but Wang Zhixiong knows that some problems are only left to some people to solve, and he is not one of these people.

"To get to the bottom of these questions, you should ask you here." Wang Zhixiong said and pointed to Wang Ai's head, "You should ask him, you know what I mean, right?" ”

"But, he ・・・・・・ now" Wang Ai didn't know what to say about it, since he saw Yan Xinqing, he couldn't feel Xiao Fei's existence at all, especially when he was stunned by the round object given by Yan Xinqing in the bathroom, he couldn't even feel the aura on his body.

"I've told you everything I know, but as for the rest, it's up to you to create, I'm already a failure, and I haven't even been able to break through the spiritual heat, so it's up to you young people to figure out these things. Yan Xinqing didn't do it, but I believe you can, I saw it from you, really. Wang Zhixiong stood up and walked to the window again, took out a cigarette, shouted it to his mouth and lit it.

Wang Ai knew what Wang Zhixiong wanted to tell him, so he said to Wang Zhixiong: "Then I'll go back first, you can also take a good rest and pay attention to your body." After speaking, Wang Ai walked out, and as soon as he opened the door, he found that Lin Xueyu was at the door, as if waiting for him to come out. Why are you in this little snow, why haven't you gone back to your room to rest, you haven't had a good rest in the past two days, look at the dark circles under your eyes. Wang Ai reached out and touched Lin Xueyu's face, wrapped it around the back of her neck and followed Lin Xueyu's hair to Lin Xueyu's back.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, worry about yourself, you see what you've become, don't care about your body, you don't play the next game, your body will be unbearable, okay?" Lin Xueyu pulled Wang Ai to her room.

"How is this possible, Xiaoxue?! You don't know me well..."

Lin Xueyu had long expected Wang Ai to say this, and lowered her head and secretly wiped away a few tears that were uncontrollably exposed from the corners of her eyes.

Time passed quickly, two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the last game of the National High School Basketball League Finals with many people's expectations finally arrived. Wang Ai has heard more stories about Asker in the past two days, what gods descend to earth, unstoppable and the like, but Wang Ai still learned the real horror of Asker from his teammates and Wang Zhixiong: this person seems to have a vision as wide as God's perspective, there are almost no blind spots on the entire court, as long as he wants to pass the ball, Qiu will definitely pass to that person, no matter how incredible the route seems to be. The point is that on this basis, they have also seen Asker's almost crazy offensive style, and all the defenders are as fragile as a piece of paper floating in the air in front of him, and they can't withstand the slightest confrontation of his strong body.

Wang Ai tried his best to find out Asker's weakness from his teammates' statements, he knew that the stronger a person was, the more fatal his weakness would be, but just listening to others would definitely not get all the useful information, and Wang Ai also understood this. What's more important is that he knows that his ball spirit has not recovered yet, and there is still only a little bit of aura that can be used. Without the ball spirit, what is the difference between Wang Ai and ordinary people?! (To be continued.) )