The Inglewood area in the southern suburbs of Chicago is the most dangerous area in the whole of Chicago and even in the United States. It's full of all kinds of violence, shootings, robberies, rapes, drugs......

No one except the gangs wants to pile up on the street because it increases the risk of being attacked. Many street clashes often start over trivial verbal altercations, and then there is a high probability that both sides will draw their guns and shoot at each other, and then the corpses will be scattered in the streets.

As the area with the highest crime record in the city of Chicago, 500 homicides per year is a normal figure. All the words that express derogatory connotations can be found in this land, which is simply a realistic version of a violent neighborhood.

Murray Park on West 73rd Street and South Wood Street is one of the few places in this sinful place, where many basketball-loving Inglewoods come every day to unleash their purest passion for the sport, because there is only basketball here.

On one of the courts at Murray Park, a black guy in his twenties skillfully dribbled the ball, while the black teenager who defended him looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old.

While dribbling, the guy was babbling something in his mouth, and a few of the spit stars that spurted out of his mouth even landed on the tip of the opposite boy's nose.

"Derek, is the basketball in my hand your woman? Come up and get it if you want, don't be like a. As if he hadn't heard anything, the boy just stared intently at the basketball in the opponent's hand, silently judging the rhythm of the basketball jump in his heart.

Suddenly, the boy took a stride and sank his shoulder, stretched his right arm to the extreme, and slammed towards the landing point of the basketball.

The whole action is described in one word, that is, it moves like a rabbit. However, as if the opponent had been prepared, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity, and accelerated to the basket with a change of direction.

"Ha, who's defending me? You? You are like air in my eyes. With such a defense, I still dream that one day, I will go to the NBA to earn a big contract, and the high school students of Westmeon High School will be able to blow you up easily. ”

The young man's slightly depressed expression flashed away, and he calmly said to the young man who was more than ten years older than him, "Come again."

There were two men on the sidelines watching with great interest the apparently asymmetrical duel on the court, the older one in his mid-thirties and the younger one in his early twenties. If you are a frequent player here, you will recognize these four people at a glance.

Not only because they're so good, but what's interesting is that they all have the last name Rose.

Yes, these four are brothers. Boss Dwayne is the best dribbler on the pitch, and few can break the ball off his hand. The second eldest Reggie is a former member of the Iowa State Varsity team and is proficient in various scoring methods. The third Ellen, with first-class physical fitness, can play all kinds of difficult dunks. The youngest was the boy named Derek on the field.

"Derek was broken through too easily, Dwayne." "No, no, Alan. Ordinary people have been cut off by Derrick just now, and it can only be said that Reggie is too familiar with him. "As a veteran ball handler, it's clear to see better.

The duel on the court continued, Derek, who was attacking with the ball, faced his brother Reggie, who was taller and stronger than himself, and did not rush to attack, but skillfully dribbled to test the reality of the opponent's defense.

Seeing Reggie's main defense of his right side breakthrough direction, he pretended to break through to the right, and when the opponent's center of gravity was moving, he changed direction with a large crotch dribble, used his flexibility to open up a little offensive space, and immediately stopped shooting.

The whole action was done in one go, and the moment the ball was shot, Derek felt good, the arc was not very high, but the ball speed was fast.

"Jump!" The ball didn't fall into the hoop as hoped, but smashed out. Seeing Reggie who got the rebound, Derrick was a little frustrated, and he still needs to continue to practice hard in shooting.

The second brother, Reggie, did not babble and beat the younger brother's young heart as usual this time, and patted Derek on the shoulder comfortingly, "Good job, boy." You've already lied to me, just one last hit. ”

Derek, who rarely received Reggie's encouragement, looked surprised. But right now, "500 pull-up jump shots today, have to be hollow into the net, now, right away, start." ”

"Huh!" The basketball passed through a graceful parabola and obediently made a violent grinding sound against the net. Sun Yi wore a brand new pair of his idol brand sneakers, panting to catch his own basketball under the basket. I secretly said in my heart, my body was a little rusty after not moving for a few days.

With the arrival of his wife and son, Sun Wenyuan specially asked the company for a few days off. In the past two days, they have visited all the famous attractions in Chicago, such as the Sears Building, which was once the world's tallest wharf, the Navy Wharf, which was once the world's largest wharf, the Lincoln Park Zoo, and the Loop, which is a valuable area.

The family of three has added a lot of clothes in the Walmart supermarket, maybe the father and son are too good in genetics, they are born hangers, or maybe Jin Feng's vision is unique, and every set of clothes selected can make people shine on the body of the two people. Several sales ladies saw that the father and son's eyes were straight, the big temperament was intoxicating, and the small sunny was handsome.

At this time, Jin Feng was always as vigilant as a lion guarding her territory, helping her husband to sort out her neckline thoughtfully or touching her son's head affectionately, causing a burst of eyes from father and son.

Sun Yi, who had no arrangements today, got up early, and according to the habit of training in China before, he started shooting practice after a simple warm-up activity. First of all, shoot on the spot at the next step of the basket, 100 hollow goals, so that the body is familiar with the shooting posture. The next 100 self-throws and self-steals are mid-range shots, and if the ball touches the hoop, the goal is not counted, and it must be hollowed into the net and 100 three-point shots. Take a break and make another 100 half-court dribble pull-up jumpers. With only half the court in his backyard, he was ready to dribble sideways and then half-turn and make a sharp stop to shoot.

Sun Wenyuan watched his son shoot from behind the glass door leading to the backyard, and rarely saw his children play because of his work. After going abroad, he could only get the news of his son's star on the court through his wife's phone.

Today, I was deeply shocked by my son's inadvertent performance, yes, it is more appropriate to use the word shock to describe Sun Wenyuan's mood at this time. The son's shots are almost 100 shots, and they are basically hollow into the net. may be the reason for the feeling of throwing, Sun Yi improvised a dunk with a change of hands behind his back.

Oh, my God! With a hoop more than three meters high, his 14-year-old son can easily dunk the basket. Sun Wenyuan decided to talk to his son.

Sun Yi, who was shooting, saw his father come to the backyard. "Hey! Dad. "I worked so hard yesterday, and I still have the spirit to practice today." Sun Wenyuan smiled and wiped the beads of sweat off the tip of his son's nose.

"I'll just get some sleep, but you were tired enough from the mall yesterday. Why don't you sleep more? "You're playing ping-pong, and you're waking up."

Sun Yi touched his head embarrassedly, "I'm really sorry, then I'll pay attention to it in the future." Sun Wenyuan smiled and patted Sun Yi's shoulder, "Tease you, I'll wake up by myself." Let's talk. He pointed to the chair in front of the room.

"Listen to your mother, you won the championship in the domestic middle school competition. It's a shame that I couldn't be there to cheer you on. ”

Sun Yi smiled and said to his father, "It's okay, the conditions didn't allow it at that time." In the future, you will surely be able to see your son in action more often. ”

Sun Wenyuan gratefully gave this empathetic son a hug. "Tell Dad what dreams you have in the future."

After listening to this, Sun Yi thought about it seriously, "I want to wear the national team jersey and win glory for the country." ”

The teenagers who grew up under the red flag still have a great sense of national honor. If you answer with an American child, it is estimated that it should be, I want to enter XXX and make a lot of money with a big contract.

After listening to this, Sun Wenyuan straightened his body, revealing a rare serious expression. "Do you want to play basketball when you grow up?"

Sun Yi put away the smile on his lips and replied seriously, "Yes, Dad." I love basketball. ”

Hearing his son's answer, Sun Wenyuan was not surprised. He knew his son's character well, combined with the cheerfulness of his tough wife.

"Did you know that the sport has been dominated by blacks for half a century, and even whites have only been able to play a role in the sport? You come to the United States, and if you insist on playing, you will meet many opponents who are faster, taller, and stronger than you. ”

Sun Yi looked at his father with a firm gaze, "That's right, maybe there are many people who are faster, taller, and stronger than me. But, Dad, didn't you say that we Chinese are the smartest people? Saying that, Sun Yi pointed his head slyly.

"Okay, do you need my help with the next practice?" "Just one less person to feed me the ball." After speaking, Sun Yi held the ball and walked outside the three-point line.

Aiming at the basket frame, protecting the ball with his left hand and holding the ball with his right hand, his feet are slightly buckled, following the inertia of the body upward, the right arm is exerting force, the moment the ball is shot, the fingers control the angle of the ball's flight, about 45 degrees obliquely, a wonderful arc, "Huh!" "No surprise, the ball hollowed into the basket.

Sun Yi's next performance strengthened Sun Wenyuan's determination, and only 120 shots were used for 100 3-pointers, which is extremely rare among children of Sun Yi's age.

I have to say that in fact, in some major sports provinces in our country, there are many grassroots coaches with outstanding abilities, and the basic skills of the children who have been trained are quite solid. Of course, people like Sun Yi are outliers after all.

When Sun Yilin went abroad, he went to Mr. Li's house to say goodbye. He saw the old man's reluctance, and when he left, he personally sent him out of the gate of the community, and the teacher grabbed his hand and said that as long as the kung fu deep iron pestle was sharpened into a needle, he would fight for the teacher.

Sun Yi held back his tears and nodded, and when he turned around, the tears finally blurred his eyes. The picture of the teacher teaching him to practice kept flashing in his mind, and he walked all the way, but he didn't look back at the old man standing at the door. He didn't want his respected teacher to see his weakness.

Only strong people have the ability to fulfill their promises.