"I'm on my own, and I can stand up in the NBA." After a moment of silence, Yang Yiming, who had pulled it out of his memory, spit out a protest. Maybe what he wants to prove after all is that he doesn't need to rely on Lao Yang's rustic and stubborn methods, and he can also make a name for himself in the basketball world.

"Hmm..." Lao Yang seemed to want to speak and stopped, but finally swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"It's true that you're playing well. Step by step, there will be a world in the future. Dr. Yang, this name is quite courageous. I'm optimistic about you..."

Lao Yang squeezed out a smile from his wrinkled face. Giving up on continuing to preach is probably his compromise on this conversation.

However, the compromise came too easily, and Yang Yiming felt that he was still unsatisfied. He would rather quarrel with the man in front of him who has raised him for more than ten years, distinguish between right and wrong like fighting on the court, and fight to the death. The last winner stepped on the corpse of the loser and loudly declared: "I told you a long time ago!" I was right! ”

The living are painful, and the dead are happy.

But this never happened. The duel between the two began silently, and before it reached its climax, it was like a firewood soaked in a heavy rain, quietly extinguished. Only the air around him was still humid and warm, as if he wanted to say goodbye. This is the norm for this pair of awkward relationships between men, and it has been like this since Yang Yiming can remember. Lao Yang seems to reveal his true emotions only when he gives training requirements, and he is as ruthless as a tyrant and refuses to resist.

At that time, Yang Yiming was still a 12-year-old child. The man in front of him seemed to be in his prime at that time, still retaining a thick hairline that had not faded, and he was in good spirits and physically strong. Years of work on the Yangtze River cruise ship have not left any traces on his face, but he is full of strength, and his smile is as refreshing and powerful as the reprimand of the commanding training, sometimes Lao Yang will do the same training exercises with Yang Yiming, but each time he does more groups, and Yang Yiming is far behind.

In my memory, the young Yang Yiming didn't seem to be able to catch up.

"If I go to Germany this time and I can improve my shooting skills, expand my shooting range and then strengthen my defense, I should have more opportunities from next season." Yang Yiming said with confidence.

"Definitely."

"I want to be the best number three. Rivals of the best guys in history, James, Durant, Bird, oh yes, and Dr. J. ”

Hearing Yang Yiming mention Julius Owen's name, Lao Yang showed a relieved smile. He nodded, pressed his rough palm on Yang Yiming's kneecap, and the wrinkles on his face also unfolded, calming down.

But you must know that Yang Yiming's target back then was Lao Yang!

There is no Dr. J, and there is no "little emperor", only the middle-aged man who makes him feel that he will never be able to catch up!

The middle-aged man Lao Yang is both a father and a coach, and the third identity is also Yang Yiming's teammate. The host of the talk show just now complimented Yang Yiming's experience as legendary, and he replied that he was just prepared, and the opportunity was reserved for those who were ready at any time. Others may sound like this is just a general polite remark, but it is completely true when it comes to Yang Yiming.

His basketball season began more than 10 years ago.

In the spring, autumn and winter seasons when the Yangtze River is insufficient, it seems that you can do nothing, but it is the "offseason" when Lao Yang takes Yang Yiming to do physical training and hone his ball skills. And in the summer, when the water was abundant and he could sail, he spent it completely on the boat with his father, down the Yangtze River. Their boats make a slight stop in coastal cities, usually arriving in the morning, where tourists come ashore to play and restart in the evening. Lao Yang will take Yang Yiming to get off the boat, find the nearest street basketball court, form a team, and play for a few hours.

It's usually three against three, Lao Yang, Xiao Yang, and then a passerby. Lao Yang and Xiao Yang became teammates at this time; After winning a city's street basketball court, they go on to the next city with the boat and continue their journey.

Continue Yang Yiming's basketball season.

Even if the cities will be repeated, the opponents will be the same.

In the teams of Yang Yiming, Lao Yang and Passers-by, the middle-aged Lao Yang is usually the undoubted core. His physical fitness is better than almost everyone, with sharp breakthroughs, accurate shooting, and a spicy one-handed pass, which can fully show his basketball skills for decades. Although Yang Yiming is a child, under the cultivation of Lao Yang, in addition to being a slight loss in size, his skills and body are also better than ordinary amateurs. So as long as the level of passers-by who joined in the third place is not too bad, this guerrilla team has a season similar to the style of the Rockets last championship season, winning more and losing less, and often winning by large scores.

"You think I can too?" Yang Yiming asked at the smiling old Yang.

"Yes, the strongest in history, of course you have a chance."

"I don't know how long it will take..."Yang Yiming fell into the back of the dressing room chair, put his hand behind his head, looked up at the dazzling crystal lamp on the roof, and muttered to himself.

"It won't be long." Lao Yang's voice came slowly. "Because they're right there, it's not going to change. And you, will keep getting stronger. ”

Oh?

When Lao Yang said this, could it be that he remembered that ball game?