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Gan Guoyang never thought that he would have die-hard fans in Los Angeles.

As the number one star of the Palo Alto Vikings, he has not earned a reputation to match his strength and performance in Northern California.

Because he is only a Chinese, the lowest status race in American sports.

His influence was confined to San Francisco's Chinatown and West Palo Alto – even in East Pa, he was just a "good basketball player."

If Gan Guoyang still lives in the 21st century, then the developed Internet will spread his game performance all over the world, and hundreds of millions of Chinese netizens will regard him as the hope of Chinese basketball's take-off, Yao Ming's heir.

He's going to be popular, there's going to be a lot of media interviews, there's going to be a lot of people talking about his future.

But now, in 1982, when the personal computer had just appeared, China had just opened up, and Yao Ming had just been born, he was destined to be a nobody — slightly better than a nobody.

In this process, newspapers across California can be said to have "contributed a lot".

Since Gan Guoyang saw those nonsense newspapers during the semifinals, similar remarks have not stopped.

In particular, after the Vikings led by Gan Guoyang lost the championship by Reggie Miller in the finals of the California Division II Championship, the ridicule and questioning of Gan Guoyang reached its peak in an instant, and many small newspapers used "It's-over" to describe Gan Guoyang's basketball career.

Fortunately, some universities in the United States do not think so, and some universities still extend an olive branch to Gan Guoyang.

In addition, with the help of Gan Guohui's mother, his cousin, "Master Qian" Qian Hui, who has a lot of social energy, he received a scholarship invitation from UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles).

Before June 21, Gan Guoyang and his cousin will go to UCLA to go through the enrollment procedures. On the 21st, Qian Hui will appear in court to defend John Hinkley, the murderer of Reagan's assassination.

Therefore, Gan Guoyang is basically like an ordinary person, except for some children who occasionally meet him in San Francisco and Palo Alto to ask him for autographs.

The only thing that stands out is his height.

But he didn't know that the girl walking beside him at this time was his die-hard fan.

Wang Fuxi, a girl of mixed Chinese and American descent.

She would wake up early every day, make breakfast at home, and then open the doors and windows of the electronics store to prepare for the opening.

After coming to the United States from Taiwan with her parents at the age of 10, because her mother was very busy with work and her father's health was not particularly good, she began to learn to take care of herself, and even take care of her father.

Once everything was in order, she would ride to Inglewood High School alone.

Their storefront is located on the outskirts of Inglewood, which is less black and safer than the central area.

However, Wang Fuxi is still a little scared sometimes, afraid of the black people he meets on the road, and afraid of the hip-hop people who carry the blast head and carry the tape recorder or hold the basketball.

That's why when she ran out of the store in a pair of shorts that day, his father would be so angry and told her to go back quickly, and it is not a good thing for such a beautiful figure to be coveted by a delinquent teenager.

His parents have repeatedly tried to transfer to Fuxi and send her to a better and safer high school, but they have been repeatedly postponed because of the green card issue.

However, Wang Fuxi has been studying and living in Inglewood for six years, but he has never encountered an accident.

But the reason why she ran out of the store dressed like that that day and "made trouble" with Gan Guoyang was because she had already seen Gan Guoyang in the store, and she had known Gan Guoyang for a long time.

In the six years since he came to the United States, his height has jumped from 5 feet to 6 feet, and even Wang Fuxi himself was surprised by the speed.

The growth lines on her legs prove how fast she grows.

The growing height squeeze brought her a lot of troubles, such as many favorite clothes that were not good to wear after a month; But it also brought her a lot of fun, such as her falling in love with basketball.

In the United States, the country of basketball, it is not uncommon for girls to play basketball, in fact, many girls have a terrible level of basketball, such as Reggie Miller's sister, who abused her younger brother on the court all year round.

So after Wang Fuxi came to the United States, he naturally fell in love with basketball, and because of his height, he was selected for the girls' basketball team at Inglewood High School.

It's just that not every Chinese has a special "talent" like Gan Guoyang, although Wang Fuxi plays very hard, she is just an ordinary player in the team.

In contrast, it is his beauty and figure that often make her the center of attention, and his white diamond is particularly dazzling in a group of black pearls.

Some people even say that the reason why the team coach kept Wang Fuxi in the team was because he liked to see her in shorts and her trembling figure when running......

Wang Fuxi didn't think much about it, she played on the basketball team purely out of love for basketball, and her pungent and generous personality was very compatible with a group of black girls.

Like the vast majority of Angelenos, Wang Fuxi is naturally a Lakers fan, and also regards Magic Johnson as his idol - knowing that she met Gan Guoyang.

To be precise, it should be learned in the newspaper that there is a Chinese player who is unstoppable in the California high school league.

Although the newspaper reported on Gan Guoyang's game in a mocking tone, Wang Fuxi, who is also half Chinese, knew that Chinese-American mixed-race people like her were often discriminated against on the court, let alone Chinese like Gan Guoyang.

And when she saw Gan Guoyang's photo in the newspaper, she became a die-hard fan of Gan Guoyang, collecting data and various reports of all Gan Guoyang's previous games, which is not easy without the Internet.

The Northern California finals and the Los Angeles finals were also attended by her.

When Gan Guoyang made up for that layup in the Northern California finals and beat Sacramento High School, Wang Fuxi and everyone in the stands flocked to the court, just wanting to touch their idol.

Similarly, when the Vikings were killed by Reggie Miller, and Gan Guoyang watched his opponent throw that fatal blow on his head, Wang Fuxi stood alone in the stands, looking at Gan Guoyang in the crowd with a gloomy expression, and shed sad tears.

After the game, the more Wang Fuxi returned home, the more she thought about it, the more sad she felt, and she had never been so sad when Inglewood High School lost.

Sometimes she thinks that what she is really sad about may be that she will never see the domineering "little sheep" on the basketball court again - the nickname that Wang Fuxi gave Gan Guoyang in his heart.

But she didn't expect that one day, in front of the window of her shop, she would see the tall figure again, with a handsome and righteous face and a trace of gloomy eyes.

She thought it was her hallucination, but after staring at him for more than ten seconds, she realized that the person who was watching TV at the door of the store was Gan Guoyang.

So, there was a conversation that Gan Guoyang was always puzzled about.

And today, when I went to school early in the morning, I didn't expect to see that familiar figure and familiar face as soon as I opened the door.

It's just that his eyes no longer seem to be depressed, but have regained their former perseverance, which makes Wang Fuxi dare not look into the other party's eyes when he speaks.

Now, Wang Fuxi is sitting on a bicycle, slowly riding on the way to school, followed by Gan Guoyang, who is like a bodyguard, which makes her heart beat a little and a little chaotic.

"Are you still in high school?" Gan Guoyang asked a very boring question.

"Well, I'm in the eleventh grade this year, and I'm about to graduate and go to college." Wang Fuxi replied.

"Oh, then I can go to college in Los Angeles, I think I'll be in Los Angeles too."

The chat content Gan Guoyang chose was really boring to the extreme, and he could only blame him for having too little experience in dating girls in this life and the next life.

But when he said this, Wang Fuxi's heart beat faster.

What did he mean by that? Could it be ......" Wang Fuxi thought wildly in his heart, and he didn't know how to respond to Gan Guoyang.

Women's minds are just different from men's.

Gan Guoyang saw that Wang Fuxi didn't say anything, and he didn't care, so he began to talk to her about music.

This chat didn't matter, Wang Fuxi was taken aback, she didn't expect that her basketball idol in front of her had such a broad knowledge of music, no wonder she was willing to spend 200 yuan to buy a Walkman, which is not a small amount.

In fact, Gan Guoyang is purely ignorant of pop music, which can be seen from the fact that he does not even know Michael Jackson.

But he is stained with the light from the Internet era, he knows everything, his knowledge is broad but not deep, miscellaneous but not refined, and he often scares people who don't know how to do it, such as often fooling Gan Guohui into a cripple.

In front of her, Fuxi is still very good at music, in addition to playing basketball, what she is best at is playing the piano.

Gan Guoyang took advantage of the future, took some future knowledge and music trends, and made Wang Fuxi's eyes brighten, which was full of admiration.

In this way, the two walked through the streets and alleys of Inglewood and arrived at Inglewood High School.

"You go to school, it's school in the afternoon, wait for me at the door." Gan Guoyang said to Wang Fuxi at the school gate.

But as soon as he said it, he felt that something was wrong, as if he was Wang Fuxi's boyfriend.

And Wang Fuxi obviously heard an ambiguous taste in her words, but she didn't know what to say, so she just nodded and pushed the car into the school.

"What a girl who loves to blush~" Gan Guoyang looked at Wang Fuxi's back and a touch of red on his ears, and thought to himself.

Next, Gan Guoyang began to wander the streets of Inglewood with nothing to do.

Looking at the large and small shops on the side of Inglewood Street, there are coffee shops, restaurants, clothing stores, and fruit shops, Gan Guoyang suddenly felt that maybe this place was not as terrible as rumored.

After all, this is also Los Angeles, and people here also have to work and live, and most of them are actually ordinary citizens, living ordinary lives.

Gan Guoyang still has a pretty good memory, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent by Bellman as a data recorder often - although partly because Gan Guoyang trains with other people, and other players can't play.

So, he quickly recognized the street he had walked on the previous night, and the place leading to the pitch.

Unexpectedly, before he reached the court, he heard all kinds of noisy noises again. The sound of music and cheers, accompanied by the unique rap English of black people, faintly appeared in Gan Guoyang's ears.

"Are the residents who live here really suffering and starting to make trouble in broad daylight?" Gan Guoyang showed sympathy for the nearby residents as he walked towards the pitch again.

However, Inglewood's stadium isn't always like this.

The reason why there were so many people last night was because the "Trash Can" and "Blackthorn" were fighting for the right to use the venue for next month.

And today Inglewood has a special person, which is one of the reasons why yesterday's battle for the pitch was so intense.

Because, a scout came to Inglewood's street court.

For players who have been on the streets all year round, scouts are angels in their hearts.

In the United States, the development of street basketball is also good and bad, and not every city has a regular street ball league, which makes many excellent players have no future.

And the traditional strong areas of streetball in the United States are mostly in the East, in Locke in New York, Baker in Philadelphia, and in the City League.

In contrast, streetball in Los Angeles is not as developed as other entertainment industries, and although they have the Lakers, an NBA giant, the colorful entertainment capital is not a hot spot for streetball.

Of course, there are a lot of good players here.

Now, at this stadium in Inglewood, a scout has come here like an angel to bring good news to these streetball players who are struggling on the brink of poverty and crime.

"Oh fuck, what kind of basketball are they playing here? Will they defend or not? On the sidelines of the court, in the midst of a crowd of black men, a white man in brown bib pants with a white shirt and a brown suit underneath was staring closely at a confrontation on the field, muttering incessantly.

"Is this the level of streetball in Los Angeles? It's really not on par with the Lakers' status in the NBA, and I fucking came here from North Carolina just to watch these trash fish perform a circus? ”

The white man had a goose-egg face, and his forehead had begun to become smooth and slippery. The narrow chin, with drooping eye corners and a hooked nose, exudes a gloom.

"Mr. Falck, what do you think of these boys? They're the best players on the streets of Inglewood. You see their dribbling, their shooting, their passing, it's really full of spirituality! I can see the shadow of a magician in them! A fat black uncle next to the white man said, speaking like a bustard introducing his girls.

"If they were as close to a magician's fingers, they wouldn't have to play basketball in this place." The man named Falk snorted coldly.

The fat black uncle didn't know what to say, so he could only smile wryly.

He used to be a street ball player at Inglewood and was a good fan at Inglewood Stadium.

But after all, this is a small place, and it doesn't make it to the professional league or the high-level streetball league.

Now that he's older and wants to contribute to Inglewood's streetball, he's struggling to get in touch with a scout and ask him to pick the seedlings.

What's more, if there is really any basketball star, he will be good in the future.

Unfortunately, judging from the situation in the early morning, the level of players in this stadium seems to be as good as this Mr. Seaman's eyes.

'Mr. Falck, it's actually too early and a lot of players aren't used to playing in the morning. In the evening, the evening is when they are at their most energetic! There will be more good players, there will be better performances. "Uncle Fat is still lobbying hard.

Falke shook his head, he was used to working early in the morning, his mind was unusually clear, and he knew that there were no players he wanted.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from the sidelines, and it seemed that someone was coming again.

Falk turned around when he heard the voice, but saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the alley.

And everyone around him looked at him with strange eyes—a mixture of wonder and awe.

"Who is this guy?" Falke asked, he had rarely seen such a tall man in a street court.

"Oh... I, I don't know, I don't think I've ever met this person. The fat uncle shook his head and said.

At this time, a guy next to him accosted: "I know, he is a 'butter bomb'." ”