Countless times lost to Xiandao, Fukuda is not discouraged, in his cognition, and his own grade of Xiandao, worthy of the title of lifelong enemy!

As soon as he heard that Xiandao had been defeated, Futian's first reaction was not to believe it, so he began to secretly approach Wang Zhengyang.

I want to see what kind of person this guy who defeated the immortal path is.

After a few days of secret observation, Futian found that Wang Zhengyang did not have three heads and six arms, and even looked like an ordinary high school student.

That is, there is no tall body, and there is no strong physique! But it is such a person, but he made the immortal Dao, which is recognized by Futian, suffer a defeat!

So Fukuda made up his mind that he would personally go into battle to test Wang Zhengyang.

Originally, Fukuda was still full of confidence, and he thought that even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't lose too badly.

But it turned out that he was wrong, and he was very wrong!

Not only lost, but also had no ability to fight back, facing Wang Zhengyang, who was one year younger than him, Futian now felt that his face was flushed, he lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Wang Zhengyang!

"You're wasting your talent, you know?" Wang Zhengyang's voice sounded in his ears, and Fukuda raised his head in surprise.

"Talent?" This word Fukuda has never heard from other people's evaluations of himself, and the word "talent" in his psychology should belong exclusively to a genius like Xiandao!

At first glance, when Wang Zhengyang said this word, Futian still felt a little happy in his heart.

"That's right, it seems to me that you're playing with talent right now!" Wang Zhengyang didn't wait for Futian to say anything before continuing: "Fukuda-san, what do you think is the biggest difference between the two of us? ”

"Is it talent? Is your talent better? Fukuda asked with some uncertainty.

"No, if you are serious, the talents of the two of us are about the same, and even your talent is a little stronger than mine, after all, you are taller!" Although high does not mean absolute talent, Wang Zhengyang's method of secretly changing the concept here did not arouse Futian's objections.

On the contrary, because Wang Zhengyang praised his talent, Futian felt that Wang Zhengyang was a great guy.

"Is it because of hard training?"

"Fukuda-san should train himself hard every day, right?" Wang Zhengyang did not answer positively, but asked Futian instead.

"Well, every day is like hell!" Fukuda seemed to remember something terrible, and couldn't help but shake his body.

"Well, we're working as hard!"

"Is that because of your looks?" Fukuda added at the end with some uncertainty: "I mean, some people are born with a good skin and are more suitable to be basketball stars!" ”

Wang Zhengyang was simply shocked by Futian's brain circuit, and then he remembered one more thing.

Ah Mu, who seemed to be mature and steady at the beginning, was also angry because he was called uncle!

Often you think that people who are not good looking should understand that they are ugly, but in fact, everyone is a little concerned about some of their own shortcomings.

The original Coach Taoka misjudged Fukuda's character because of his appearance and behavior, which also led to the tragedy later.

Thinking about Fukuda's words carefully, it is not unreasonable, just like the later NBA rookies, fans do not understand their strength, and they judge the strength of this person by their appearance.

This is the so-called star face, some people look like the big man of the future, and some people look like the administrator of the water cooler.

It's like a person's sixth sense, and as we all know, the sixth sense is extremely unreliable!

"Fukuda-san, you're wrong, very wrong!" Wang Zhengyang used a tone of hatred that iron does not become steel, and sprayed at Futian.

"Athletes rely on their strength on the field to determine their status, and they can become stars by their looks? That's the entertainment industry, not competitive sports! ”

"Is that so? I'm sorry, Zhengyang-kun, it was me who was wrong! Fukuda apologized to Wang Zhengyang seriously and apologized for his irresponsible thoughts.

"Alas, Fukuda-san, don't you understand where the distance between us is?"

"Please also ask Zhengyangjun to advise one or two!"

Wang Zhengyang picked up the basketball casually and looked at the sunset in the distance!

"Experience, the difference between you and me is experience!"

"Experience?" Fukuda looked surprised, and repeated these two words in confusion.

"That's right, although you are a year older than me, I have a lot more experience than you in terms of basketball experience!"

According to Ashen's recollections, Fukuda's basketball career should have started his last year in junior high school.

To put it bluntly, he's actually another version of Sakuragi Hanamichi, but it's a pity that he doesn't have Sakuragi's protagonist aura, as well as a buff bonus from a certain little girl!

He has been able to get to where he is today because of his own efforts. Originally, Shigeichi Kooka was a good Bole, but unfortunately the contradictions between the two sides are irreconcilable at this stage.

Unless someone bows their heads first, and this person who bows his head can only be Shigeichi Taoka!

As the so-called bell is still tied to the bell, Wang Zhengyang did not plan to crack the knot between the two, but it is okay to knock on the side and make some trivial efforts for the future victory.

"At this stage, what you need is experience, competition experience, training experience, and you can't make a big climate behind closed doors!" That's all for the words, as for whether Futian listens or not, Wang Zhengyang doesn't care.

Looking at Futian, who was silent under the street lamplight, Wang Zhengyang, who was already planning to leave, seemed to see his former self in an instant.

At that time, Wang Zhengyang had not joined the sports school, and because of his personality, he had no friends.

The greatest pleasure of every day is to hold the shabby basketball and release your emotions on the humble outdoor basketball court.

At that time, Wang Zhengyang was like a lonely dancer, imitating the skills of the stars he saw on TV, although he didn't know the essentials, he was still happy.

It's just that after strenuous exercise, Wang Zhengyang, who was covered in sweat, sat on the ground, panting, but what came to his face was boundless loneliness!

At this time, Wang Zhengyang made a decision.

"Fukuda-san, do you usually train on this court?"

"Hmm."

"So, if you don't mind, can I come here and train with you starting tomorrow after the team activities are done?"

"Huh?"

"Haha, that's it, then I'll see you tomorrow." Wang Zhengyang picked up his schoolbag and didn't give Futian a chance to react, so he left.

Looking at the back of Wang Zhengyang leaving, Futian suddenly felt a warm current surging into his heart.

"It turns out that this is what it feels like to be valued, Wang Zhengyang is really a good person!"

Wang Zhengyang, who didn't know that he had been issued a good person card, still boarded the tram home at this time.

The night view of Kanagawa is beautiful, and Wang Zhengyang's heart also feels beautiful.

It seems that he helped Fukuda, but in fact, he has also completed his self-sublimation.

Wang Zhengyang in the previous life, although he loved basketball, he used basketball more as a tool to show the value of his life.

Especially when he returned from injury, he desperately wanted to prove himself, and at that time, he had unconsciously lost the initial feeling that basketball brought him, which was happiness.

And Wang Zhengyang in this life is more thinking about what basketball can bring him, and the thinking mode of adults determines that he has embarked on a wrong path at the beginning.

And just now, Wang Zhengyang made up his mind. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he wants to play happy basketball in this life.

It's probably the type where one person holds the ball and nine people panic!