Yang Yiming's one-on-one with James Harden worth $100,000 finally came to an end.

In the end, Yang Yiming relied on the courtside bell of luck to prevent Harden's inevitable layup, and he rebounded and dunked, turning the tide of the game in one fell swoop, and won 10-9.

While both men shot at a high percentage, conceding a handful of shots combined, the 10-pointer game felt like a century had passed. The psychological and physical wrestling made Yang Yiming, who was finally able to breathe after winning, seem to have drained all his strength, he supported his knees with both hands, and his body shook uncontrollably. He looked up at the clock on the wall of the training gym, and at 8:44, only twenty minutes had passed since the start of the heads-up, but he felt like he had experienced a 48-minute official match. As soon as he lowered his head, sweat ran down his forehead and ran down his eyelashes, dripping directly onto the floor.

"You won." Harden said in a relaxed tone in Yang Yiming's ear.

I won?

Why do these three simple words sound so incredible?

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"yes, you won."

Yang Yiming still put his hands on his knees and froze in place, but Harden, who lost the game, was very free and easy, walked over with a basketball and patted him on the shoulder: "Played well, All-Star." ”

"I..." Yang Yiming didn't know what to reply. Humility, pushing, or calm? More than 20 minutes ago, it seemed impossible to beat Harden one-on-one, but once he did, he was at a loss.

"Don't be modest, you did win." Instead, Harden gave him the stairs and said, "Celebrate when you need to celebrate, can you dance?" ”

"Huh?"

"Dance." Harden threw away his basketball, hilariously shook his hands and kicks, and danced a writhing robot dance.

Yang Yiming burst out laughing: "Just like you?" ”

"yes, just like me." Harden jumped even harder, his whole body was completely covered by a black hoodie, and only a pair of white eyes drippedly on his black limbs and torso, not to mention that it really smelled of a robot, "All-Star understands, Yiming." Remember why I asked you one-on-one? ”

Yang Yiming suddenly understood.

Compared to caring more about the outcome of this heads-up matchup, James Harden actually didn't care about the outcome at all. It doesn't matter to him whether he can beat a junior or the new All-Star vote king. Yang Yiming is just an ordinary opponent he warms up for training on a Houston morning, and what he really wants to teach his opponent through the singles game is just how to play in the All-Star Game:

"All-Stars are the stage for the stars to perform. If you're going to be an All-Star, you're going to have to be able to play one-on-one. ”

So one-on-one is for all-stars, and this crappy dance step is also for all-stars!

In an exhibition match where entertainment is king, how can there be no suitable celebration to spice up the game! Yang Yiming followed Harden and twisted happily.

"That's right. To win, you have to have the ability to win. ”

"Hmm!" Yang Yiming threw a set of combination punches into the void at Harden, who was pretended to be invincible and made an explosive gesture with his palm: "I won, I won you 300,000 dollars!" ”

"That's right, you kid, I didn't expect to really win 300,000." The corners of his mouth buried under his beard pulled up, I don't know if Harden is proud that his one-to-ten bet finally worked, anyway, there is no trace of regret on his face, maybe 300,000 is really just a numerical concept for Harden, who is making money every day!

"Thank you for me, friend Nina, her hypnotherapy works great." Harden snapped his fingers, and a big man wearing black sunglasses, a black suit, a black tie, and an in-ear Bluetooth headset pushed the door in, standing by the bottom line and waiting for the order, "Let Mr. Yu follow my assistant to get the 300,000." ”

Mr. Yu?

By the way, Yu Xiaochun answered a phone call at 8-9 just now, why is he still hiding behind the basketball hoop after the game is over and hasn't come out?!

Is he still talking on the phone - what kind of phone call will make him skip the final heads-up decisive moment?

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"Koharu?"

"Koharu!"

Yang Yiming shouted twice in a row, and Yu Xiaochun slowly poked his head out from behind the basketball hoop. His expression was slightly flustered, like a child caught stealing snacks. He covered the earpiece of his mobile phone and asked Harden and Yang Yiming standing on the court through thick lenses: "You two... Already finished? ”

"That's right. Yiming scored a super awesome slam dunk, and the rebound rebounded and rebounded. Harden used his hand in the air to chart the trajectory of the ball.

"yes, I won, lucky - James lost $300,000 to me, haha, where did you hide?" Yang Yiming complained while being proud.

"Ahh It's true? ”

"Of course it's true." James Harden replied briskly, he gestured to the big man standing on the sidelines, and said, "300,000 dollars, you can follow my assistant to get it now." ”

"Ahh

Yu Xiaochun may have realized that something was true, and hurriedly whispered a few words to the other end of the phone, before hanging up the phone and saying in good spirits, "Okay." I'm sorry for the long talk, so let's go now. ”

"I'll give you a treat." Sensing the strange expression of his friend, Yang Yiming asked Harden for instructions, and followed the big man and Yu Xiaochun out of the practice hall: "Xiaochun, what's wrong with you, why are you suddenly absent-minded." ”

"I..."

"Is that the call?" The big man led the way in front, and Yang Yiming asked in Chinese behind him. In the dark, his intuition told him that Yu Xiaochun's abnormal behavior must be related to the sudden phone call just now. This phone call must be of great significance, and it can make a basketball maniac like Yu Xiaochun completely give up paying attention to the decisive moment of the singles between the two.

"Hmm..." Yu Xiaochun slid his mobile phone and quickly flipped through the call logs, and on the top was an incoming call with "+86" China's international area code, which was quickly locked. Yang Yiming knew that it was useless to ask more questions, just walked with his friend quietly under the rising sun of Houston. The big man had already walked up to a black Cadillac SUV in advance, opened the door, and waited for them from a distance.

"Tang Wen, do you remember what I told you?"

Tang Wen?!

Of course Yang Yiming remembers. When he was still pursuing Meritis, the manager of the beautiful team, he asked Yu Xiaochun, who was slightly older than him, for his love experience, and the other party once told him about Tang Wen. That was Yu Xiaochun's only love affair. Tang Wen is his college classmate, the two are campus lovers, after graduation, Yu Xiaochun was admitted to the United States for graduate school, although he has made a lot of plans and commitments for the future, but in the end, his feelings are no match for distance and the loneliness attached to the distance. The last common memory of the two stayed in Philadelphia, USA - Yu Xiaochun has always remembered it, saying that it was his favorite American city - Tang Wen, who wrote this cherished memory for him, quickly became cold after returning to China, and finally broke up with Yu Xiaochun with a text message of less than 100 words.

There wasn't even a phone call when they broke up, and there was no personal explanation.

But today?

"Of course I remember, you told me." Yang Yiming pretended to be calm, "What's wrong with her, it was Tang Wen who called you just now?" ”

"Hmm. She said she saw me in your report and managed to get in touch with me. ”

"What did she say to you?" Yang Yiming suddenly became alert.

"She said..."Yu Xiaochun almost bit her lip before finally spit out a few words:

"She said she was coming to the United States to see me."