"See you tomorrow, Zhengyang!"

"See you tomorrow, Hikoichi!"

Saying goodbye to his number one fan and fart boy Hikoichi Aida at the tram stop, Wang Zhengyang boarded the tram heading home.

Although Aida's strength is average, he can be regarded as successfully passing the basketball team's entrance assessment and becoming a glorious substitute player.

And Hikochi Aida, who already admired Wang Zhengyang, officially joined the basketball team, and followed Wang Zhengyang's ass every day.

Wang Zhengyang did not hide his personal interests, and specially pointed out his questions about training according to the situation of Aida Hikochi.

This made Yokochi Aida, who already had a good impression of Wang Zhengyang, completely reduced to Wang Zhengyang's little follower.

And Yokoichi Aida has also set a lot of goals for himself, he hopes that in the future, he can become Wang Zhengyang's backcourt partner!

Standing alone in the moving tram, looking at the scenery speeding by outside the window, Wang Zhengyang fell into a realm of selflessness.

Suddenly, he felt someone move behind him, but he didn't look back, after all, public transportation in Japan is notoriously crowded, and it's completely normal to crowd people behind you.

However, even Wang Zhengyang, who had his back to everyone, still felt the gaze on the back of his head.

The feeling of being positioned by a satellite made him uncomfortable, and he turned around quietly.

Raising his eyes and looking in the direction where the sensation came, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

The two looked at each other from a distance of about a slap, about two minutes, and when the atmosphere became more and more basic, Wang Zhengyang couldn't help but speak.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

The man staring at Wang Zhengyang didn't answer, but just raised his head and looked at the tram's route.

"Can I get off at the next platform?" The man asked Wang Zhengyang in a consultative tone, and although Wang Zhengyang was a little surprised, he still nodded.

When the tram stopped at the next stop, the man and Wang Zhengyang got off one after the other.

Keeping a distance of two steps, Wang Zhengyang followed the man out of the platform, and there was a small park not far from the platform.

The two walked along the path into the park, and the dense plants took advantage of the arrival of spring to stretch their bodies wantonly.

In the depths of the secluded park, the neglected vegetation is pushed away, and the eyes suddenly open up.

A concrete-floored basketball court is hidden in the depths of this park, and if he hadn't been led here, Wang Zhengyang would never have found it by himself.

Basketball is an absolutely unpopular sport in Japan, and naturally there are not many outdoor basketball sports venues, and public sports venues are more for football and baseball.

Even if you build a football field or baseball field, it is more than enough to build three or four standard basketball courts.

There is no way, which sport the people prefer, the more land there will be for the people to survive.

The man took out a basketball from his bag, faced Wang Zhengyang, who was looking around, and bowed very seriously and apologized: "I'm sorry, although I am presumptuous, I hope you can accept my challenge!" ”

"OK, since I've come here with you, if I choose to leave without saying a word, it's too impersonal, I accept your challenge!"

Although a stranger challenges himself to this kind of thing, it is too much like a hot-blooded boy comic, but as long as he understands the man opposite, Wang Zhengyang feels that this matter is reasonable.

"However, you better do some warm-up exercises and don't get hurt!" Wang Zhengyang kindly reminded the man.

The man was not hypocritical, took off his coat, and began to warm up on the spot, and Wang Zhengyang also took the opportunity to observe him.

With a tall stature and strong muscles, the man has the strong physique of an athlete.

Look up and see what kind of face this is.

Thick lips, a wide, flat nose, a pair of dull eyes, commonly known as dead fish eyes, and thin willow eyebrows.

The hairstyle on the top of the head is very in line with the current trend, but when it is set off by the overall quality of the man, it looks particularly shabby.

This is a man who looks like a lion, but he is less domineering like a lion, and more like another animal, let's call it - poodle!

"Since you're a challenger, don't you introduce yourself?" Wang Zhengyang reminded the man who was bent on warming up.

"Uh, first time we met, I'm Futian Jizhao from the second grade of Lingnan!"

Regarding Futian's careful thinking of deliberately reporting that he was a second grade, Wang Zhengyang just smiled slightly and didn't mind.

"Hello seniors, I'm Wang Zhengyang from the first grade in Lingnan!"

After warming up, Wang Zhengyang looked at the basketball in Futian's hand and asked, "You come first, I'll come first?" ”

"Let's do it first, I still have some confidence in my defense!"

Regarding Fukuda's self-confidence, Wang Zhengyang just grinned and complained in his heart: "That ATM machine that doesn't know that you Afu is known as Kanagawa walking!" ”

However, looking at Fukuda's defensive posture, bending down and raising his hand, he has the demeanor of a master!

"Are all comics deceptive?" Wang Zhengyang also got serious, dribbled the ball under his crotch continuously, and then left Futian behind with a sudden stop change.

Hitting a goal steadily, Wang Zhengyang looked back at Futian, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while!

"Come again!" Fukuda didn't admit defeat and handed the basketball back to Wang Zhengyang.

As a result, for three consecutive goals, Wang Zhengyang used the same means to score easily.

The atmosphere on the field can no longer be described as embarrassing, Futian now does not dare to look at Wang Zhengyang's eyes at all, he touched his head a little embarrassed.

"It is worthy of the man who defeated the immortal path, and there are really two brushes!"

"......" Wang Zhengyang didn't answer, he threw the basketball to Futian and said to the surprised Futian.

"Since your defense is so bad, I guess your offense should be very strong, otherwise I will think that your challenge to me is an insult!"

Wang Zhengyang's words were unceremonious and a little harsh.

Hearing Wang Zhengyang's words, Futian's first reaction was not to be angry, but to pick up the basketball with a sigh of relief.

Wang Zhengyang saw confidence in Futian's eyes at this time, which was completely different from Futian's eyes on defense!

Fukuda skillfully dribbled the basketball, and a sharp stop accelerated beautifully past Wang Zhengyang, and he raised his hand to dunk, but the ball in his hand was gone!

From the moment he passed Wang Zhengyang, the basketball had been cut by Wang Zhengyang.

Looking back at the basketball in Wang Zhengyang's hand, Futian's gaze was a little complicated.

"The ball is too high, come again!" Throwing the ball to Fukuda, Wang Zhengyang commented on the attack.

Fukuda's eyes lit up when he heard Wang Zhengyang's words, and he dribbled towards Wang Zhengyang again, this time he paid attention to the height of the dribble.

As a result, as soon as Wang Zhengyang interfered, the ball dribbled to the instep of his foot and popped off the sideline.

"Lack of ability to hold the ball, come again!" Wang Zhengyang commented as usual.

Fukuda, who held the ball again, held his breath and planned to break through Wang Zhengyang, but he couldn't get past Wang Zhengyang's defense.

After a fake action by Wang Zhengyang, Fukuda was embarrassed to find that he had stopped the ball.

At this time, there was still two steps away from Ah Fu's familiar shooting position, and Ah Fu, who had no choice, could only make a hasty shot under Wang Zhengyang's defense.

The sound of "bang" was particularly abrupt in the empty park, Wang Zhengyang won the rebound and glanced at Futian.

"The acting skills are too fake, and I lack the ability to cast in the long range!"

Ah Fu was silent, he didn't know how to face Wang Zhengyang. Wang Zhengyang's every sentence seems simple, but he points out his shortcomings to the point.

"Come, the big man faces the sensitive little man, you can hit the way with the back!" Looking at Futian, who didn't speak, Wang Zhengyang kindly reminded.

After listening to Wang Zhengyang's words, Futian nodded, and he didn't care about the ugly behavior, so he directly chose to beat Wang Zhengyang in the back!

Futian, who has an advantage in height and weight over Wang Zhengyang, it stands to reason that playing back should be a good choice.

"I'm squeezing!" Futian worked hard and found that Wang Zhengyang did not move at all!

"I'll squeeze again!" Futian continued to exert himself, and Wang Zhengyang was expressionless!

"I'm squeezing!" Futian exerted his strength to eat, and Wang Zhengyang took a step back!

"The core strength is insufficient!" Wang Zhengyang finally came to a conclusion.

With Wang Zhengyang's voice, Fukuda felt as if something was broken, it was his lost basketball dream!