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June 14th.

Moscow, Russia. It's not hot in Moscow in June, but it's a different scene in a stadium in a corner of the city.

Luzhniki Stadium.

The opening ceremony of the World Cup in Russia was held here.

On the green field, Zabivaca, the mascot of the Russian World Cup, is entering the stadium, singing and dancing around the giant Siberian plain wolf, football babies and caddies holding the flags of 32 participating countries. On the white stage in the center of the stadium, the theme song ivetp singers Will Smith, Nikki James, and Albanian singer Ella Eastleifi are singing. The Albanian singer was the hottest of them all, with a high nose with deep cheekbones, thick eyeliner, and hair dyed a jumpy pink that contrasted with the sharp contours of her face. She wore a low-cut short skirt and pedaled a pair of seven or eight centimeters high. She twisted her hips and sang vigorously:

“neoneonelife，liveitup，causeyoudontgetittice”

In this life, let us live well, because there is no second time in life

“hoh，ohohohoh”

In the ** part of the song is the chorus of three singers, the same rhythm and lyrics, but the rhythm is getting faster and faster, and the dancers are getting more and more energetic. The whole stadium seems to be transformed into a stage for a musical.

In a box on the north side of the stadium, a circle of people was raising their glasses in celebration.

A few of the taller ones were so tall that the boxes on the football field seemed to rarely receive giants like them, and their heads were almost up to the ceiling. They were half-bent in a circle, somewhat awkwardly holding delicate small champagne glasses, which collided with a glass in the middle of the circle.

Standing in the middle of this group of giants was none other than Scott Sr. Karonsky I. He is still in a crisp close-fitting suit today, light gray, and his silver hair is still meticulous. He was not conspicuously short in the crowd, holding a wine glass, his face slightly red, and his mood was high.

He raised his glass to the top, as if to match the circle of young people around him. Old Scott improvised a toast:

"Welcome to this year's Young Athletes Career Advancement Program. I want you to know that joining this program will definitely be the right choice for your life. You will be in the company of the best young people, look at the people around you, and remember the moment when we raised our glasses. Each of you will have a chance to win the world in the future, but remember that this is our starting point! ”

After the theme song is sung in the venue, various color bars are sprayed from all sides to the center. Fireworks bloom in the night sky visible from the floor-to-ceiling glass behind the box.

Everyone drank the wine in their glasses.

Old Scott added the closing paragraph: "June 14th. The day of the opening ceremony of the World Cup. Football is said to be the number one sport in the world, but in time, the landscape of the sports world may change by you. ”

"Together, you have the power to change everything..."

Old Scott poured himself another glass, and then drank it, under the influence of alcohol, his originally sharp eyes were actually a little loving, a little gentle. His gaze swept over the faces of the young men in turn:

Jason Tatum.

Dennis Smith Jr.

Lonzo Bauer.

The last one was still a little childish, he had blonde hair and bangs casually thrown in front of his forehead. His cheeks seem to be pink all year round, which is probably why he looks immature. He comes from a small country not far from the Russian capital, but his name is already known to many, at least in the European league where he plays. Luka Doncic. The shy lad was the most special of the group, probably even more special than the one from the East. Old Scott thought of Yang Yiming's refusal of his invitation, and he was still a little angry. But today is a special day, and Doncic is here, who can say which of their names will be louder in the future.

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"The World Cup is about to start?"

"yes, basketball season is over. What's wrong, haven't won enough yet? Yang Yiming smiled and bumped into Yu Xiaochun. He was knocked down in the sofa, and with great difficulty sat up straight, held his glasses, and then said:

"No, it's not. It's football, I don't understand. Suddenly there was no basketball, I didn't know what to focus on, and I was a little lost. ”

"It's just kicking the ball into the net with your foot, there's nothing you don't understand. It's just a different way. Yang Yiming pointed to the TV screen. In the opening match, the host Russia played Saudi Arabia, and with a whistle, the host's striker kicked off the football and the game officially began.

There was a burst of jubilation in the arena.

"Eh, Yiming, you know, I was watching a football game a few months ago when I knew you were drafted by the Houston Rockets."

"Well, I remember you told me that you said it. But it's a club game, the World Cup is for the national team..."

"I'm not that ball blind!" Yu Xiaochun complained dissatisfied.

"And what do you want to say?"

"I just think it's amazing, the circumstances of life, sometimes it's just a moment, and it completely changes..."

"It seems to be really like this..."Yang Yiming also sighed a little, he recalled the first time he was on the playground outside the Beijing Enterprises men's basketball dormitory building, through the wire fence, when he saw Yu Xiaochun, who was confused and his lenses were also full of anger, he hadn't figured out how to look at this weird person. It is said that he traveled thousands of miles and rushed from Shanghai overnight just to see him for the first time. For scoops, for collaborations, or just for stardom? But there is one thing that Yang Yiming can capture, that is, the little man in front of him, who is not good-looking and even a little obscene, has a bottomless love for basketball. It may be through the flickering of his spectacle lenses, it may just be an intuition, but Yang Yiming relied on this flickering intuition to pull Yu Xiaochun to board a flight to the United States in less than 24 hours.

The story that happened next was more than either of them could have imagined. The changes of this year, if you don't experience it yourself, probably no author can describe it.

"It's the first summer. Time flies. ”

"That's right."

"So for Season 2, do we have any new big plans?" Yu Xiaochun prompted.

"I can't think about it for the time being, at least try to defend my title."

On the TV, the Russians nodded the ball and broke the deadlock after just ten minutes.

"Then I'll go through this summer's arrangements with you first?"

"No problem." Yang Yiming pressed the TV to mute, threw away the **, took the initiative to open Yu Xiaochun's laptop, put it on the coffee table in front of them, and said with a smile:

"Let the horses go."

End of this volume