At a basketball summer camp by the sea in Santa Barbara, Los Angeles, USA, the basketball god who has just entered the year of confusion is sitting comfortably in front of a large class chair and swallowing clouds. Joe's help, who has entered the stage of enjoying life, is deeply in love with the mellow tobacco aroma brought by authentic Cuban cigars.

Bang bang bang! There was a knock on the door, interrupting the office owner's leisure time. The boss, who looked a little displeased, turned on the intercom switch on the table, "What's the matter?" ”

"Boss, I have compiled the list of summer camp students you wanted." A delicate voice crept out of the microphone.

When he heard this voice, Boss Qiao's face instantly turned cloudy. Thinking of yesterday with this sexy and sultry personal assistant, the scene of hustle in this room, the middle-aged man with wrinkles crawling in the corners of his eyes has an evocative expression.

Gada! With the boss's approval, the office door was opened. Gang Leader Qiao adjusted his posture on the chair and looked at the beautiful girl on the opposite side who exuded a youthful atmosphere walking towards him with a gust of fragrant wind.

Chocolate, milk, and coffee, under the hand-blend of this stunning stunner, make the super-rich who enjoy the luxury of the world linger, just like being obsessed with each other's perfect body that can charm all beings.

The list and milk tea handed over were casually thrown on the table, and the old rascal with a faceless face easily held the slender jade hand that had not had time to take it back. With a little force, the hot body that was delicate to him was half-pushed and half-thrown into his arms......

After a period of lingering death, the female assistant, who had no time to reminisce about the afterglow of the orgasm, lowered her head to clean up the battlefield on the other party's lower body, and diligently lit the cigar on her mouth for the boss, and she quietly withdrew from the room with great vision.

Gently exhaling the smoke that had been walking around the respiratory system, the middle-aged man who was leaning back in his chair and was a little lazy put away the unfinished look on his face.

Pick up the list of students on the table and browse through it casually. A somewhat familiar name caught his eye, and he quickly turned on the computer on the table and entered the work system of the basketball summer camp.

SUNYI, papapa! Typing these letters into the search bar, Boss Qiao's eyes widened and he looked at the basic information of the student on the screen. In the column of the school, it is written that Timothy High School in Chicago.

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On a Santa Barbara evening at the end of June, if you don't wear a jacket, you can still feel a little chilly. The summer camp run by the god of basketball is about to welcome a group of visitors from afar.

An Pengfei and Zhu Rui from Qin Province, since getting off the plane, excitedly looked at the exotic scenery outside the car window, completely forgetting the more than ten hours of jet lag fatigue on both sides of the ocean.

"Flowey, you said we could see Michael this time. Jordan? Seventeen-year-old Zhu Rui, wearing a pair of rimless myopic glasses, looked a little thin, retracted his gaze to look out of the car, and asked Fa Xiaoan Pengfei beside him with some trouble and loss.

The nickname "Huahua" seems to have nothing to do with this sturdy guy with a bit of woodenness. "Didn't Mr. Zhang say that he would definitely see him?" This young man named An Pengfei frowned slightly, and dealt with it a little impatiently. Along the way, this problem has been repeated dozens of times.

The teacher Zhang in his mouth is the NBA commentator Zhang Lizhang who is very familiar to all basketball fans in China. Under the background that the whole country has entered the market economy, Director Zhang, who is deeply loved by fans, has also started his own tertiary industry in full swing.

Using his appeal and deep basketball connections, this old man who is close to the age of sixteen not only opened many basketball training institutions in China, but even expanded his business to the other side of the ocean.

This time, he brought a group of rich second generations who love basketball to Santa Barbara, located in Los Angeles on the west coast of the United States, to participate in the basketball summer camp run by Jordan the Flyer.

"Hey, hey." Zhu Rui seemed to notice his friend's displeasure and smiled awkwardly. Then he explained: "Alas! Mainly, before I left, I promised my cousin to get her Jordan's autograph. ”

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Early the next morning, many Chinese teenagers who had not rested well because of the jet lag were woken up by the annoying alarm bell. Although he had a reluctant expression on his face, he obediently got up from the bed. They came from far and wide to participate in the training camp of Flying Jordan, which started this morning.

The sun at nine o'clock in the morning in Santa Barbara already has some scorching sensations. Hundreds of children from all over the world, of all colors, focused their eyes on the middle-aged man who was standing in the sun with a microphone like them.

After a short welcome speech, as the host of the training camp, Michael . Mr. Jordan announced the official opening of the training camp. Joe's training camp was first held in the summer of '96, it is different from some internationally renowned brand sponsored training camps, focusing on the level of competition, Jordan's training camp is more focused on whether the children can fully enjoy the fun of basketball during their vacation.

All the children who come to the camp, both men and women, are divided into teams of all ages. Usually in a team of ten people, there will be one or two girls. In the first two days, the students will do some fun games related to basketball under the leadership of Boss Qiao. Of course, if the game wins, the value of the prize itself is not very expensive, but it is very meaningful, and you can choose from a variety of signed sneakers from Nike Jordan's stars.

From the third day, the training camp entered the stage of group confrontation. A strong team, if it wins against its opponent, will continue to play against the team that also wins. If your team is weak and you lose the game, it doesn't matter, there are also opponents who have lost and are waiting for the next game. With one game in the morning and one in the afternoon, the only undefeated team will be the final champion, and this team has a lot of perks, but the most important thing is to be able to take a photo with the basketball gods.

"Flowey, look over there." Zhu Rui, who had been looking around, pushed Fa Xiao, who was waiting for the allocation of the team next to him, and pointed not far away.

A tall, handsome sunny guy who looks quite small. At this moment, it was enthusiastically supported by many students, and this formation was no weaker than the Qiao gang leader who presided over the opening ceremony just now.

"This guy sings or acts, why haven't I seen it." 'Self-thinking' Zhu Rui, who has a good appearance, has an angry expression.

An Pengfei glanced at the handsome Oriental boy who was surrounded by a group of expressions. "I haven't seen it."

"Damn, it's not a little devil, it's a Goryeo stick, there's no good thing." Some nationalist-leaning Chinese teenagers have disdainful expressions on their faces.

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Sun Yi, who has a large group of fans at a young age, has long lost the calmness and calmness he had at the beginning. In front of the blackened crowd of fans around him, sweaty Chinese boys are constantly meeting their various autograph requests.

A white girl with a sultry figure has gone through a lot of hardships and dangers despite the elusive groping pig hands around her. insisted on using her pair of proud twin peaks to rush all the way to the front of the idol.

"Sun, can you sign me here." The girl pointed to her high chest and pleaded shyly.

Belch! In line with the principle of satisfying the fans as much as possible, Sun Yi took the signature pen handed by the other party, tried to let his eyes stay on the girl's non-sensitive parts, and signed his Chinese character signature in a dance.

"Wow! It's cool, can you leave your contact information, I think you can teach me Chinese calligraphy when you have time. ”

Sun Yi hurriedly dodged the other party's flattering eyes and smiled a little embarrassedly. "You see, in the back, there are a lot of people. Are you ......"

The girl turned her head and saw that if the eyes of the fans behind her were sharp swords, she would definitely be pierced by ten thousand arrows......

Since becoming famous in the battle with Oak Hill High School, Sun Yi, who is about to be 17 years old, has gained a very high reputation in the basketball world of American high schools. As a celebrity, he receives a bunch of love letters from all over the United States every day.

Anna, full of curiosity, will take the trouble to open every letter. From time to time, make critical comments on the grammar and wording of the letter. The innocent Sun Yi could only smile bitterly. It's really lying down, and I've been shot!

Oops! Maybe it's because of the excitement of the girl's straightforward performance just now. The fans in the back were obviously bolder. No, a white and tender little hand stretched out out out of nowhere, and while Sun Yi, who was busy signing autographs, was unprepared, he grabbed his ass fiercely......

Don't stay here for long! Sun Yi, who suffered a dumb loss, hurriedly fled after dealing with the nearest few fans......

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Zhu Rui, who was assigned to the first team with Sun Yi, couldn't close his jaw in surprise after hearing the other party's fluent Mandarin. Hiss! This guy is Chinese, why, but he has no impression at all.

Their team was very interesting, except for the two white girls, the remaining eight male players were all Eastern faces. But only Zhu Rui and Sun Yi really have Chinese nationality. 3 Japanese, 1 Korean, and 2 ABC.

The coach is a black fat man nicknamed "Captain", because Zhu Rui's English level is limited, Sun Yi, as a fellow countryman, will translate every word of the coach into Chinese to him. This insignificant detail touched the hearts of the western teenagers who were far away from the motherland. When you go out, you're still a reliable fellow.

The coach routinely talked about the rules of the training camp and the schedule for the next few days, and then disbanded the team and let everyone move freely. Only Sun Yi was left enthusiastically, and the two talked in a low voice.

Zhu Rui, who saw everything in his eyes, began to live up his thoughts. This fellow is definitely not a simple guy!