"Did you think we could win today?" A little brown-haired white girl wearing a cheerleader uniform at San Gabriel High School asked the slightly older blonde girl next to her.

"Oh, come on, I've been watching them play for 2 years, and our school basketball team is on the same level as the rugby bunch of dumbas." The blonde girl buried herself in her skirt and said without looking back.

"Wouldn't it? Is our high school basketball so bad? ”

"What won't be, Sally I'll tell you, we won 2 games last year, and the rest of the games were ......," a little black girl next to her came up and said.

The California League, which makes everyone nervous and excited, is finally about to start, and the atmosphere in the locker room before the game is tense, and even James, who usually likes to play treasures, is silent.

"Hey, James, don't tie your broken shoelaces, you've tied them three times." Wallace, the team's power forward, complained.

"Haha, James, are you peeing your pants in fear?" Li Mojie stood up and patted James on the shoulder and said.

"Nonsense, are you Uncle James afraid of losing?"

"Yes, I'm not afraid of losing, I'm just afraid of being ridiculed by the girls at school after losing." Rondo came up and complained.

"Don't worry, after a holiday exercise today, it's already very different from before, everyone can rest assured that it will be left to me!" Li Mojie clenched his fists and shouted.

"And me, I'm getting stronger too!"

"Fack, I fought today, and if I lost, Mo Jie invited us to watch the latest release of Iron Man."

"Oh! Okay, Marc Marc said let's watch a movie. ”

"Farke, James, are you a Jewish profiteer? When am I ......," said Li Mojie, who pounced on James and pressed him.

"Alright, Mo Jie, you please put aside the movie for now, and now please listen to me." Scott Sr. walked over from outside the locker room with a tactical board.

"Today is our home field, and there are still a lot of hot girls in the whole school, okay, don't look at James." Old Scrutton said in a moment.

"Boys, I'll just emphasize that we've practiced how to play many times in the past month or so, Oscar took the ball and played blocking and dismantling tactics with Wallace and Mojie, and passed to Mojie when he didn't have a chance, James ran on the three-point line, and Rondo defended the stuck position. The rest of the people are on the bench ready to play, everyone runs, do you understand? Lads? Old Scott suddenly roared as he spoke.

"Got it!" The crowd responded.

"I didn't hear that! Basketball is a men's sport, you know? Your voice isn't as loud as an old man like me! Old Scott growled.

"Understood, Coach!" The team roared along.

At this time, the lights in the stadium began to dim, and I have to say that although St. Gabriel High School's basketball record is not good, the facilities in the stadium are the best Li Mojie has seen in his previous life.

A beam of lights from the roof shone on the players' tunnel, and the beautiful cheerleaders stood on both sides of the players' tunnel, holding flowers high and ready to welcome the players out of the hall.

The loudspeaker in the arena rang out with the voice of the St. Gabriel High School announcer: "Now we have our players, the St. Gabriel High School basketball team is invited to play, and the first welcome is Coach Scott, who has worked at St. Gabriel High School for ten years. ”

The applause on the pitch was sparse, and it was clear that most of the audience were students from the two schools or parents of the players, and there were no scouts or anything. And Canyon High School's academic performance last year was better than that of Canyon High School, but the level of basketball, let's not talk about the second brother, it is obvious that this belongs to two rookies pecking each other in the basketball world.

Scott Sr. waved to everyone and then stood flat near the bench.

"Now welcome to our starting five: the first to play is the 12th grade, wearing the No. 8 jersey, the 2.06m tall guardian of the penalty area, and the center forward. Rondo!"

"Next up is ......"

"The third player to come out was our perimeter defensive gate, the all-round defensive fighter wearing the No. 23 jersey, Mo Jie who knows Chinese kung fu. Plum. I don't know how others feel, but Marc himself feels a little embarrassed, but looking at the way his teammates are used to it, it's clear that he still needs to adapt to the flamboyant part of American culture. Marc Jie ran out of the tunnel and waved to the audience.

"Marc Jayer, come on, California's rising star!" Suddenly, there was a cheer from the audience.

Mo Jie fixed his eyes and saw that it was actually his parents, Li Jianguo and Mary Li sitting in the audience. "Never ....."

Mo Jie couldn't help but wipe his eyes, in his previous life, he was just a child of a divorced family, his parents divorced when he was very young, and soon the two had their own family. He grew up with his grandparents, and when they both died, Marc Jie became a true orphan.

The grandparents are old, and the cheers on the basketball court are obviously not suitable for such old people, and Mo Jie's parents have their own families, so no relatives have ever come to see Mo Jie playing on the court.

"What's wrong with Marc Jer? How are you wiping your eyes? Mary asked Father Li.

"I don't know, maybe my eyes are in the sand." Father Li responded. "The stinky boy hasn't been causing trouble lately. Anyway, Canyon High School is not strong, and I almost won last year, and I hope Mo Jie can give a little more this year. ”

"Yes, my son has been practicing diligently every day for more than a month." Mary said, "Do you think he really wants to play in the NBA?" ”

"Maybe, didn't he tell us that day?"

"Oh, then I'll have a big star as my son." Mary said excitedly. "After that, I will make more nutritious meals for him, and ........."

"Okay, don't think too much about the things that don't have eight characters, let's see how he plays.

"I wish they could see it." When his parents quarreled since he was a child, Mo Jie's toy was the small basketball, hoping to block out the sound of his parents' quarrel with the sound of the basketball. At some point, Marc Jacques had the desire to play on television.

"Thank you." Mo Jie said to the Li family and his wife in his heart.

"Oh, little brat, crying nose? Are you going to go to your mom for a hug? Haha," a player wearing the No. 24 jersey of the Canyons High School basketball team walked next to him and scoffed.

"Get out of there, Anthony." Seeing this, James shouted without hesitation.

"Are you alright? Buddy. Oscar came up and patted Mojab on the shoulder. This bastard is the small forward you played against last year, and he's the star of Canyons High School. ”

"It's okay, I've never felt so good!"

Marc Jie said to himself

"Yes, my name is Li Mojie, and it's my performance time next!"