In fact, it is also good to see the talent of American players.

He wanted to see how powerful the so-called strongest talent of the Americans was, and measure the gap between himself and them.

"I'm going to play in the NBA." The seed of this dream has been buried for years, and it's time for it to take root and sprout.

You may meet future opponents in the NBA this time, so say hello to them in advance.

What does an invitation look like?

Mu Chenfeng was very curious about this, so he opened the envelope and wanted to find out.

Bang Dang!

There was a crisp sound from the floor.

A coin fell out of the envelope and came to rest after a few turns on the ground.

Money? Mu Chenfeng leaned over and picked up the coin, although the one-yuan coin didn't seem to show any difference, Mu Chenfeng knew that this coin was deliberately put in Fang Tianzheng's pocket.

It's the coin that tosses three times and heads all the time.

"It's a big hit." Mu Chenfeng complained and put the coin in his pocket.

Looking at the invitation again, there is actually nothing special, not even the name of the invitee, if it were not for the bright red seal in the lower right corner, it would be difficult to believe that it was real.

"Nesmith - Training Camp!" The red inscription seems to have a magical power, attracting Mu Chenfeng to fly over and catch a glimpse of the geniuses on the other side of the ocean.

Talented? How am I!

"Then let the Yankees see your talent."

Fang Tianzheng's advice to himself sounded in Mu Chenfeng's ears, how could he let them see his talent? There is only one answer to this question!

Defeat talents with talents!

Attached to the invitation was a non-stop flight to Chicago.

Of course, Fang Tianzheng bought the ticket himself, so the organizer would not provide a special ticket for a Chinese high school student.

Special invitations are dispensable, and even if the invitees don't go, they won't have any impact on the overall talent of the entire training camp.

Flight: 29118, the time is seven days later.

The day of the Winter Cup final!

This Fang Tianzheng is really good at picking a day, and it is obvious that he sincerely does not want Mu Chenfeng to watch the finals live.

There was only one invitation, and Mu Chenfeng put it neatly in his backpack.

I won the ball and got the opportunity to go to the United States, and life is not too good.

At 19:00, the last bus home, Mu Chenfeng has to take it almost every day, and the driver and most of the passengers are familiar with this high school student who trains selflessly every day.

"It's late!" Mu Chenfeng left the campus in a hurry after cleaning the stadium, his eyes kept staring at the time on his mobile phone, at 19:01, the last train had already passed a minute.

Didi! Two horns sounded in the distance.

"I'm late today." The driver, Lao Wang, pressed the button, and the door slowly opened.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang." Mu Chenfeng stepped onto the bus, the door closed immediately, and the car started slowly.

"Wait for me, I've made a mistake again."

"It's not a minute, a foot on the accelerator."

Mu Chenfeng fumbled in his pocket, his face gloomy.

"What's the matter, I don't have change." Lao Wang said with a smile while driving.

"I can't." Mu Chenfeng clearly remembered that he had one yuan change in his hand, why couldn't he turn it over.

The car had already traveled for one stop, but Mu Chenfeng still hadn't found the change.

"Forget it, hurry up and do it later." The old passenger and the old driver, Lao Wang and Mu Chenfeng have long become friends.

"There it is." Mu Chenfeng flipped over the one-yuan coin, the one Fang Tianzheng gave him.

But at the moment of the coin, Mu Chenfeng hesitated, the coin was already placed in the coin slot, and he didn't let go of his hand for a long time.

"Why, I'm not willing to do it." Lao Wang joked.

"Uncle Wang, stop." Mu Chenfeng still couldn't help but vote, "I want to get out of the car." ”

"No, I'm kidding." Lao Wang explained, "Find a place to sit down." ”

"No, put me down." Mu Chenfeng insisted on his own ideas.

Lao Wang really couldn't resist this child, the car arrived at the station, and the back door opened.

"There's still five kilometers to get to your house, are you sure you want to get off?"

"Well, see you next time, Uncle Wang." Mu Chenfeng stepped down the bus steps with long legs, and did not forget to say goodbye to Lao Wang.

"This kid." Lao Wang reluctantly started the car again.

The coin was clutched in Mu Chenfeng's hand, "It looks like I can only run home." ”

5 kilometers, whether it is long or short, is not short, it should be all physical training.

He's such a blame for having just had such a fierce race today, then three hours of solo training, and now he's running five kilometres and his tank seems to be running all the time.

Run! Mu Chenfeng fastened the buckle on his waist to reinforce the backpack, and then ran down the road in the direction of home.

What does the United States really look like?

It's best to be cranky when you're running, will you meet Jordan? If you do meet someone, how do you say hello or hello? Will you be in the NBA in the future? If they could, Chicago would be a good choice, after all, they haven't won a championship in years, and continuing the Bulls dynasty is just pretty cool.

The smile on the corner of Mu Chenfeng's mouth accompanied him through the 5-kilometer journey.

As soon as he entered the house, Mu Chenfeng couldn't wait to carefully take out the invitation in his bag and "appreciate" it again.

"It's not a dream." Mu Chenfeng still couldn't believe it, and bit his lip, it hurt, it was not a dream.

"Chenyu, look, our dream is about to come true." Mu Chenfeng showed the invitation to a photo on his desk.

The person in the photo is Mu Chenfeng's younger brother, Mu Chenyu, 12 years old.

"Brother, you will definitely succeed, I believe in you."

This was the last thing his brother said to Mu Chenfeng, and since then, the two have not seen each other again.

"Yu." Mu Chenfeng looked at the photo of his younger brother, his eyes moistened uncontrollably, and he stroked Mu Chenyu's face in the photo, "I will definitely succeed, you will definitely see it." ”

The invitation was placed in front of the photo along with the one-dollar coin.

Dingding.

SMS sound.

Mu Chenfeng manipulated his phone, and a message flashed on the screen, and the sender was unknown.

"Harassing text messages?" Mu Chenfeng's first feeling must be a boring and unnutritious text message, he doesn't have many friends, and the friend who sent him a text message at this time doesn't exist at all.

“…… Attached to the middle vs second outside! ......" is the Winter Cup battle table, other teams Mu Chenfeng is not interested, what can make him interested is nothing more than the attached middle school and the second foreign school, and these two teams were divided into a group in the first round of the quarterfinals.

Make no mistake, these two teams are obviously finals-level teams, how did they meet in the first game.

Let the final be played early? The organizer dared to write a script and arrange the most exciting arrangements for the first time, and as soon as he came up, the appetite of the people who eat melons was so high, is it really good?

The most exciting duel between the attached middle school and the second foreign school is the PK of Qiu Fei and Zhang Jianing, both of whom are geniuses, geniuses among geniuses.

"These two guys." In this showdown, the outcome is unpredictable.

Just when Mu Chenfeng was still speculating about which team would win, the mobile phone rang again, it was the same number as last time, but the difference was that this time it became a call.

"Who is it? It turned out to be my number. With a question, the phone was answered.

"Mu Chenfeng..."