Virginia, a suburb of Groto. In an ordinary family, two teenage children are holding ice cream in their hands and pecking in small sips. Obviously, it's a great deal to enjoy the weather in August in Virginia. They were lying in front of the window, looking at the backyard court, with some thin teenagers, constantly shooting, picking up the ball, shooting, picking up the ball......

"Seth, when do you think Stephen will practice today?" The little girl asked her brother beside her. As soon as he took a bite of ice cream, the boy said a little slurredly: "Who knows, anyway, if Stephen can't shoot 500 three-pointers, Daddy won't let him go." ”

The boy's dad - Dale. Curry, who was sitting under an umbrella in the backyard. As a famous former NBA marksman, he was voted the NBA's Sixth Man of the Year in the 1993-1994 season. So far, his points (9,839) and three-point attempts (929) still rank first in Charlotte Hornets team history.

This year Dell. Curry announced his retirement from the Toronto Raptors, and as a veteran of 16 years in the NBA, he can finally spend the summer with his family.

Dale looked at the dilapidated basket hanging from the telephone pole, and for a moment it felt like he had returned to the summer of 20 years ago. Every day after Curry Sr. and his mother went to work at the power plant, Dale's sisters would take him to the basketball court in the backyard, hand him the ball, and lock the door. If he behaves well, such as not disturbing them watching TV, they will hand out an omelette-fried sandwich from the window at noon.

Half an hour before the parents came back from work, the daughters let Dale into the house, took out clean clothes for him to change, wiped him clean, and told him to keep it a secret. What about the more than 8 hours in between? The nearest TasteeFreez (ice cream burger) is 10 miles away, and Dale can't do anything but play basketball.

The glass backboard is softer than a fence gate, and the heavy iron frame is completely devoid of induction. On that muddy field, except for a small piece under the Nets, which is slightly flat, if you don't want to run far to pick up the ball, you can only do it with a completely hollow ball. Behind the hoop, there is also a green switch box that constantly roars, interfering with the shooter's concentration.

Day after day, under these conditions, Dale honed the skills that would go on to make a name for himself in the NBA. Newly retired, Dale quickly set his sights on his eldest son, Stephen. Curry.

Stephen's shooting stance of pushing the ball out of his chest made Dale unbearable. Decided to spend the whole summer changing his son's poor shooting moves.

Stephen, who has red lips and white teeth and a bright smile on weekdays. At this time, with tears of grievance, he threw the basketball in his hand again and again to the dilapidated basket that looked more and more annoying according to his father's request. Bang! What I was waiting for was the sound of the basketball smashing the basket, and I had to drag my tired body to chase the ball that jumped around after hitting the ground.

In the basketball arena of a recreation center across the Anna Castilla River in the suburbs of Washington. Just finished a junior basketball game, a tall and thin teenager was holding the basketball a little lonely, watching his good friend surrounded by his teammates in the crowd, everyone was talking excitedly about the victory just now.

The tall and thin boy withdrew his envious gaze and wiped the sweat from his face. Alone back under the rack, silently practice shooting skills. "Hi Kevin." The good friend who was surrounded in the crowd just now came to the side of the tall and thin boy.

Although not as tall as Kevin, he looks stronger. "Hughes said, the team has won, let's go to his house and have a party." The boy put his arms around the tall and thin boy affectionately, and whispered in the ear, "Hughes also said that he found the Cuban cigar that his father had hidden under the bed." Well, how? To go or not to go? ”

The tall and thin boy looked at him with some sneer, the good friend he had known for three years. I've known him since I first met, and he's the superstar of this arena. The game that ended just now was even more slaughtering, and one person defeated the opponent's entire team. Aside from being sometimes distracted and lazy about training, he can do everything on the court, scoring, rebounding, blocking, stealing...... He's a real genius.

"Mike, go ahead. I also want to practice. The tall and thin boy replied without much hesitation. His good friend Mike, apparently prepared, was also prepared. "Okay, then you go back early. Tomorrow I will go to your house to find you and ask my aunt to make me some of her best egg tarts. With that, Mike was surrounded by a group of young teammates.

Seeing his friend's departing figure gradually blurred, the tall and thin boy patted the basketball in his hand, a Maddie-style pull-up jumper, huh! The ball goes into the net.

A middle-aged black man, looking at the tall and thin figure in the empty arena. It seems that the tireless body can't stand the boring and monotonous shooting practice, and the heavy wheezing sound is like a protest to express dissatisfaction with the master.

"That's it for today." The boy thought to himself, and his body couldn't help but slow down. Suddenly, a majestic and familiar voice came, "Someone once told me that I wanted to play in that league when I grew up, why?" Tired now? The middle-aged black man pointed to the tall and thin boy and continued: "Come, I'll grab a rebound for you, shoot 200 balls, and let me see your strength." ”

When the tall and thin boy saw the comer, he was not surprised. "Coach Brown, why are you here?" Talas from a military background. Brown said impatiently: "Less nonsense, if I were you, I would have shot a ball by now." ”

One big and one small, two figures. Let the arena no longer be lonely on this night.

Jin Feng sat at the dining table, looking at the food on the table with a sad expression. A glass of unsweetened milk, two boiled eggs, and a plate of boiled spinach with a little salt. This is the breakfast that Snyder specially prepared for Sun Yi, looking at these foods that lack oil and taste, Jin Feng secretly said indignantly. What bullshit exercise experts also check every two months to make a diet plan. Hmph, this thing is not eaten by pigs in my hometown. Bah, what are you talking about, and I looked at Sun Yi who didn't know the situation embarrassedly.

In the first few days, Sun Yi was also a little unaccustomed to these lackluster foods. Fortunately, I knew that it was to lay the foundation for my own play, and the boy's mouth was rough, so I persevered.

Snyder is very strict with Sun Yi's diet, and the amount of meat and salt he consumes every day must be strictly controlled. The meat is mainly fish, and beef is added to the recipe as a spice flavor. Vegetables and fruits, take up most of the content. Carbonated drinks are completely forbidden, and it is possible to drink some freshly squeezed fruit juice with a little added sugar.

In addition to diet, Snyder also taught Sun Yi a set of joint exercises, requiring him to get up early and do it once before going to bed.

Sun Yi wiped the milk stains on the corners of his mouth, opened his small but very divine single eyelid eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a good boyish smile. "Mom, I'm going to play some ball later, okay?"

Jin Feng looked at his son's harmless smile, and subconsciously nodded, but suddenly remembered something, and said to his son in a voice comparable to the loudspeaker of the village committee: "No, hurry up and read a book for me after eating." Before your dad went to work, he specially advised. ”

Sun Yi saw that the plan did not succeed, so he made a grimace at Jin Feng with a smile and ran upstairs.

Sun Wenyuan is the high school that Sun Yi contacted, and the interview will be held next Monday. Due to the difference between the education plans of American middle schools and China, some of the knowledge of children who have graduated from junior high school in China has even learned the third year of high school and the fourth year of high school (American high school is a four-year system, and the first year of high school is equivalent to the third year of junior high school, and so on), while some have not yet been exposed to it.

Sun Wenyuan specially prepared some teaching materials and marked the knowledge that Sun Yi had not been exposed to. Sun Yi is required to spare 4 hours to study every morning. You can only go to play in the afternoon and evening.

Sun Yi, who had been reading a book in the room for a while, got up from his chair and stretched his waist. Looking out the window at the spotless sky, what a nice weather, if only I could play basketball. Sun Yi, who was thinking about something, swept his eyes to the window facing a house. A blonde girl was in front of the window, gesturing to Sun Yi.

The blonde girl's name is Anna, and the family moved in from San Francisco last weekend. At that time, Sun Wenyuan's family of three was eating breakfast. Hearing some movement in the house next door that had been uninhabited, Sun Wenyuan went out to take a look.

After a while, Sun Wenyuan came back and said that someone had moved next door. Living in the United States, if you have a new neighbor, it can be said to be a big deal. If you get along well, then you will naturally be fine, otherwise, there will be a lot of troubles waiting behind.

Sun Wenyuan took his wife and son to the door next door. A white man who looked to be about the same age as Sun Wenyuan was directing the porters to carry some luggage. Beside her, a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old was talking to a woman with eyebrows close to hers.

"Hello, we are your neighbors, is there anything we can do to help?" Sun Wenyuan politely beckoned to the other party. When the middle-aged white man heard this, he came to Sun Wenyuan's family with surprise on his face. "Hello, I'm Brooke. You can call me Charlie. As he spoke, he beckoned the mother and daughter on the side to come over. Subsequently, the two men introduced their families to each other.

"Hello, Auntie." The little girl generously greeted Jin Feng. Blonde hair is held high by a cute butterfly hairpin, and under the long eyelashes, a pair of dark blue eyes sparkle like jewels. Under the delicate nose, the corners of the mouth that are upturned because of the smile look naughty and cute.

The more Jin Feng looked at it, the more she liked this cute girl like a porcelain doll, "How are you, what's your name?" As he spoke, he took the girl's hand, and he felt like the gray wolf was overjoyed when he saw it.

Sun Wenyuan was a little embarrassed and wanted to explain to the other party, but Charlie and his wife Milena smiled and waved their hands, indicating that it was okay.

"My name is Anna." The girl replied obediently, but her eyes looked at Sun Yi. Maybe the girl is a little more precocious than the boy, the moment I saw Sun Yi. Anna suddenly felt as if something was in her heart, and with a bang, it broke like that. The girl who is usually generous and generous instantly blushed.

Sun Yi, who was smiling in the sun, saw that his mother had put all her attention on the blonde girl. People are like mothers, and they are confused by this little girl, it's not simple.