Inglewood, a satellite residential city in Los Angeles.

The most famous thing here, besides the Great Western Forum Arena, is the crime and violence in the district, which makes all Angelenos talk about it.

Yesterday, Gan Guoyang bought a ticket and walked around the street, but he only walked around the periphery of Inglewood, and did not go deep into the district.

On the night of June 1, after the NBA Finals, Gan Guoyang walked into a violent neighborhood shrouded in thick darkness by the bright moonlight.

For two whole months from April 1 to today, two questions have been tormenting Gan Guoyang and lingering in his mind.

The first problem stemmed from that incredible dunk in the No. 28 North Division finals.

Among Gan Guoyang's talents, his dunk value is only 50, which is the most basic average level.

Simple dunk tricks such as back dunks and aerial relays are basically his limits.

But the breakaway dunk in the second half of that game surpassed that level, although it was just a seemingly simple one-handed dunk.

In Bellman's words after the game, the dunk reminded him of the 1977 Finals when Julius Irving dunked Bill Wharton on a fast-break break.

For Gan Guoyang, who just watched the 76ers game today, Dr. J Irving's dunk is simply out of reach, the seemingly effortless jump, graceful gliding, and stretched limbs, no matter from which angle, are a dunk art picture.

Walking down the darkened streets of Inglewood, Gan couldn't help but think of Irving's bird-like dunk in the game, even though the 76ers lost the game.

But he is also reminiscing about the wonderful dunk he gave in the big battle with Kevin Johnson.

"This is by no means a level that can be achieved with a 50-point number." Gan Guoyang thought in his heart again.

Ever since he had this suspicion, he has been caught up in a frenzy of training, and an important part of the training is bounce, waist, and dunk.

Gan Guoyang knows that the level of shooting, blocking, and passing will be reflected differently depending on the level of the opponent.

For example, when playing against a team with poor defense, he may shoot accurately, and against a team with a short offense, he will have a lot of blocks.

But the dunk is a thing that doesn't change because the opponent changes, and if you have the opportunity to dunk, you can make a dunk that meets your level.

Just as a long time ago when he tested his bounce at the Shanghai airport, Gan Guoyang began to test his dunk.

Every day, in addition to other disciplines, he dedicates an hour to bombing the basket 360 degrees in all directions, using every position he can think of to try to smash the ball into that damn basket.

What disappointed him was that although he felt that his dunk skills were becoming more and more mature, and his palms were getting more and more painful, it seemed that he could no longer make that dunk in that game.

The second question is, what would be the result if he could block the opponent on the last ball?

Gan Guoyang knows that there is no regret medicine in this world, but after experiencing a time of rebirth, he has to believe that there is really a "regret medicine" in this world.

Because of this, he couldn't stop thinking endlessly in his head to imagine what would have been like if he had won that game.

He even thought that he might faint from another heart attack, so that he might wake up and go back to the day before the race.

Gan Guoyang was indeed in training, because the amount was too large and he practiced too violently, and he almost fainted in collapse.

But when he came to his senses and found that he was just on a drip in the school's infirmary, he knew that his idea was naïve.

In the past two months, Gan Guoyang has been tormented by this inexplicable pain, surrounded by paranoia brought about by defeat and doubt, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

Later generations of Gan Guoyang once heard that only paranoia can succeed in the NBA, such as Jordan and Kobe.

And now he finally understands why paranoia succeeds, because failure is too painful.

It was so painful that he felt that he was already a little numb, physically numb, emotionally numb, and his expression numb, as if he was in a state of great freedom without sorrow or joy.

This is the realm of a Buddha.

The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, so today, Gan Guoyang came to Inglewood, the hell in Los Angeles, he didn't come to want to gain something, but to see what he could lose.

By this time, he had gone deeper and deeper in Inglewood.

The Chinese electrical appliance store he visited yesterday had already closed, and the girl naturally couldn't be seen.

Gan Guoyang originally wanted to come and see her, but he always felt that this strange and spicy girl had a different feeling from him.

And in the depths of Inglewood, the old-fashioned and dilapidated four- and five-story cement buildings, the smelly green tin trash cans, the dim street lamps with bad and good ones, and the wild cats that pass through the streets from time to time, all tell Gan Guoyang that this is not paradise.

On both sides of the street, from time to time, groups of black people, with their hands in their pockets, either whistling or carrying tape recorders, and some holding basketballs, passed by.

When everyone saw Gan Guoyang's yellow face, their eyes had to look at him.

Some people wear sunglasses, a round exploding head on top of the big night, chew gum, and whistle to Gan Guoyang.

However, in the end, no one stepped forward to find trouble with Gan Guoyang.

Although Gan Guoyang is alone, his height of 6 feet 10 really doesn't look like a bully.

Coupled with his numb and cold face, coupled with the face of a Chinese, it is inevitable that people will think of "Bruce Lee".

Although Bruce Lee died, his reputation in the United States is still very great, and the first thing Americans think of when they see Chinese is "Bruce Lee" and "Kung Fu".

Gan Guoyang is like this, like a lonely giant wandering in the concrete forest, wandering aimlessly in this dangerous neighborhood.

However, even the most dangerous places are also places where humans live, and Inglewood is also the area where Paul Pearce grew up.

As long as it is a place where people live, entertainment is indispensable.

The biggest entertainment for black people in the ghetto of the United States is two things - music and basketball.

And for these black people, music and basketball are not just entertainment, and they may one day be able to rely on these two things to get out of Inglewood and into the glitz and light of Los Angeles.

Gan Guoyang, who was walking on the quiet street, suddenly heard a noisy sound not far ahead, mixed with music, cheers, scolding, and the sound of basketball.

Gan Guoyang, who had been wandering for a long time, seemed to have found his goal and walked forward following the sound.

In American cities, there are many basketball courts hidden in this concrete forest, like a colosseum in the forest, for street players to fight bulls.

Inglewood is no exception, but tonight there are a lot of people on the court, which is surrounded by concrete buildings on three sides and barbed wire on one side.

Except for the middle court, the rest of the world, including outside the barbed wire fence and on the windowsills of the concrete buildings, was full of people.

When Gan Guoyang walked to the side of this court, he didn't notice him at all, and everyone was paying attention to the fierce confrontation in the field.

Gan Guoyang stood for a while, and only then did a black man at the outermost point realize that something didn't seem to be right behind him, as if someone was standing behind, he subconsciously turned his head, but he didn't see a human face, but only a tall body.

When he looked up, he realized that this guy was actually a yellow-skinned guy with a cold face!

It was like dominoes starting with the outermost people, and the people gathered around the pitch turned back one after another, and the people sitting on the high windowsill also looked this way.

When the people in the center of the stadium noticed that all the spectators were no longer looking inside the stadium and were all turning their heads to look outside, they also stopped the ongoing game.

At this time, Gan Guoyang, on the basketball court at Inglewood at night, faced the eyes of a large group of hundreds of black people, without the slightest timidity.

The basketball court, which was originally bustling with activity, was suddenly much quieter, and only the tape recorder next to the court was still playing loudly Aretha· Franklin's song.

Her high-pitched, bright voice accentuated the silence of the others.

"Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here? "Finally someone broke the silence, and it was the guy in the court with a basketball. He wears a red tank top and blue sports shorts, with high stockings and a big explosive head.

"I'm just here to play." Gan Guoyang also spoke, with an authentic California accent, a calm tone, and a deep voice.

But when he said this, the red vest smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth, and he turned his head away, but he couldn't hide the contempt and disdain in his eyes.

The originally silent crowd also burst into an uproar, and some people had already begun to laugh at him.

"Hey, we're not playing table tennis here!" "I recommend tree climbing to you!" "You don't have to be tall to play basketball, maybe you're better off painting the ceiling!"

The ability of black people to spew trash talk is really talented, in just a dozen seconds, Gan Guoyang has heard all kinds of strange words, some words he can't understand.

Gan Guoyang didn't talk back, and it was useless to talk back, he just stood quietly for a few seconds, and when the surroundings were quieter, he said again, only saying one word.

“Afraid？ (Scared?) ）”

At this time, the people around exploded, and a yellow man dared to run to Inglewood's street court and say, "Are you scared?" ”

It's just fucking funnier than George Lindsay's comedy.

But in addition to anger, more people still looked at Gan Guoyang with banter, watching the drama and even expectation, and they wished that this big yellow man could bring some surprises - whether good or bad.

"Hey, Ian, why don't you just let him have fun? Anyway, Carrot happened to have a small injury, so let him replace him. At this time, a black man in a white vest, who was also standing on the field, stepped forward and said to the red vest.

"Less ideas, who knows how this guy is playing basketball? You're already behind, and Carrot twists her wrist again, seeing that she can't win, and wants to try her luck and see if you can find a great helper? This red vest named Ian is obviously an old Jianghu, and the white vest's thoughts were guessed by him at once.

"Don't do this, Ian, or what are you going to do to drive him away? He pointed out that he came here to play basketball, and it would be a joke to drive him away. Seeing through it, the White Vest did not quibble, but kicked the ball to Ian again.

This got Ian thinking.

Tonight was supposed to be a battle between the two strongest street teams in Inglewood's neighborhood, "Trash Can" and "Blackspur".

Ian's trash can already leads the opponent 8-4, and two more goals will give them the win and a month's right to use the field.

Moreover, one of the opposing players also suffered a wrist injury, so it can be said that the trash can is already inevitable.

Unexpectedly, a tall yellow skin suddenly appeared and wanted to play basketball, and Opple, the captain of the Blackspurs, was very cunning and wanted to take this opportunity to muddy the waters.

But reputation is more important than victory in street basketball, and if you don't accept a challenge for the sake of winning, you're bound to be ridiculed by others, especially Opple's Spurs.

"I don't know how this big guy is playing basketball? He's so tall, but where can a yellow man play basketball? Ian fluctuated between Gan's skin tone and height.

"Okay, yellow boy, you can come and play if you want, but when our game is over, then you can pick any one person and go head-to-head with you." Ian is not stupid either, since the victory of the trash can team is in sight, of course he will not let Gan Guoyang mess with good things, so he has to finish the game first and then give Gan Guoyang a chance.

Blackspur's Opoull had no choice but to continue playing against the Trash Cans.

The reason why the trash can is called the trash can is that they can throw the ball into the basket as easily as they throw the ball into the big trash can next to the street.

Soon, the garbage cans team with a big lead relied on two accurate jumpers to end the street challenge and win a month's use of the venue.

"I'm so sorry Opple, it's ours for June, Happy Children's Day!" Ian, who won the game, was full of pride.

However, at this time, the audience on the sidelines no longer cared about who won the right to use the venue in June, they only cared about Gan Guoyang standing on the sidelines.

"Hey, big man! Have you figured out how to fall on the pitch tonight? "It's better to cry than to lose, Inglewood has no tears!" "Come on Yellow-skinned Monkey and show them how you climbed into the basket!"

As soon as the game ended, there were people on the sidelines who kept stimulating Gan Guoyang, but Gan Guoyang did not move.

"Big man, the game is over, just pick someone to fight with you. We'll have something to do after the fight. Ian stepped forward and said to Gan Guoyang, his face full of impatience.

Gan Guoyang nodded, didn't think much about it, and pointed directly at a tall and thin player in the trash can team.

"I want to fight him."

"Wow, you want to go head-to-head with Slater? Well, well, there are always people who don't know whether to live or die. Slater! This guy wants to fight with you, hurry up and get rid of him, let's go to the bar and have fun. Ian shouted at the man named Slater.

"This fool wants to go head-to-head with Slater, didn't he fucking see that Slater scored two goals in a row just now and killed Blackthorn?" Someone on the side said.

The one who had just scored the two winning shots was this Slater, a 6-foot-6 black man, a little skinny, but obviously shooting extremely accurately.

When he heard your Ian's words, he walked up to Gan Guoyang with a nonchalant face, raised his head to look at him, and said, "Come on, it's time to call it a day." ”

Although this Slater looked contemptuous, the surrounding onlookers were enthusiastic, some wanted to see how this yellow-skinned boy died, and some wanted to see if this guy had two brushes.

Gan Guoyang, as a challenger, naturally attacked first.

Although Slater looked indifferent, Gan Guoyang was a 6-foot-10 giant after all, a full 4 feet taller than him, so Slater was also waiting near the top of the arc to test the depth of this guy.

Gan Guoyang, as a center player, is like a defender at this time, dribbling the ball unhurriedly on the periphery.

"Break his ball, break him!" "Come on, Slater!" "Let him understand that yellow people are not suitable for basketball!"

The two on the field haven't done anything yet, and there is already a mess off the field.

Slater, on the other hand, stared at Gan Guoyang cautiously, he thought that Gan Guoyang would definitely not shoot at this distance, and according to his height, he would only be cut off if he broke through.

So, he can only play with his back and take his ball away from his back when the time comes.

Slater was thinking about how to snatch the ball down, but he found that the person in front of him was short, and then a huge body rushed towards him.

One-step!

Gan Guoyang only took one step to pass the telephone pole in front of him, yes, in Gan Guoyang's eyes, Slater is a telephone pole.

Two steps!

In the second step, Gan Guoyang had already thrown off Slater and stepped into the free throw line with a big step, and he jumped directly!

Everyone was looking up, just like looking up at the bright moon tonight, their necks turning with the trajectory of Gan Guoyang's flight.

"Phew! ~~~~" The baskets on the street are not very strong, and after being impacted, they keep squeaking.

“Oh-my-god…… (My God)" was playing Aretha-Franklin's famous song "Respect" on the tape recorder, and only one of the people in the room said it.

“Come-on！ (Go on!) Gan Guoyang said lightly after landing on the ground, and at the same time picked up the ball and returned it to Slater's hands.

"What did I just see?"

"I don't know, it looks like someone is flying."

It was eerily quiet off the court, as if it wasn't a basketball game, but a debate game. The audience was just whispering.

Slater swallowed, he felt a little messed up in his heart, his heart was beating hard, and his mouth was a little dry.

He's nervous, and this player who scored two winning goals and is known as the sharpshooter is nervous.

“Come-on。” And the sound of the giant on the other side was like a mockery of a demon.

Slater dribbled the ball carefully, his eyes unblinking, staring at the giant not far away.

"Just use my jumper to beat him!" Slater decided to give up on the breakaway and instead tackle his opponent with his good jump shot.

After a few tentative attempts, he suddenly accelerated to the left side, but before he could take a few steps, he suddenly retreated, ready to shoot!

"That guy doesn't seem to have reacted yet!" Slater felt that he was moving fast enough that he should already have plenty of room to shoot.

But when he looked up as if aiming at the basket, he saw only a large hand in the light of the street lamp.

"Phew!" It's the sound of the ball hitting the ground, and the ball doesn't hit at all.

It was pressed down alive.

Also being pinched down was Slater, a force that nearly knocked him down.

And he finally stood firm, looking at the giant in front of him as cold and majestic as before, he felt like an ant.

There is no longer any need for this bullfight to continue, one side has completely lost its fighting spirit, in fact, everyone in the entire stadium has lost its fighting spirit.

Gan Guoyang was about to leave, and the knot in his heart had been untied.

"Do you know why I'm going to go it alone with you?" Before leaving, Gan Guoyang suddenly asked Slater.

Slater shook his head blankly, his mind still empty.

"Remember, don't wear size 31 in the future."

The number of Slater's jersey is exactly 31.

Gan Guoyang suddenly appeared and left suddenly, as if he was a bigfoot in the depths of the dense forest, leaving only deep footprints in people's hearts.

“What’s-your-name？” (What's your name?) Someone shouted.

“Butter-Thunder!” (Butter Bomb)