The appearance of the American Route Center arena looks very different from that of other NBA teams, and there is no huge fan plaza around the arena, but an empty parking lot.

Of course, the parking lot outside the stadium is only vacated when there are no games. If it's a race day, it's almost impossible to find a parking space near here.

The top of the stadium is rounded, as is the case with most stadiums. But on all sides of the stadium, there is an old American-style graphic design. Coupled with the brick-red walls, it feels like the building is not a stadium, but more like a university building or library.

Moodier carried his schoolbag and looked up at the majestic building with his mouth wide open. Of course, there are countless buildings in Dallas that are far more majestic than this. But for someone who loves basketball and loves to watch the Mavericks play, the majesty of American Route Center Stadium is unparalleled!

Moodier looked at his watch, it was only six o'clock in the afternoon. And he has been hanging around at the door of the gymnasium for half an hour. In order not to be late, he made an appointment an hour in advance and came to the entrance of the American Airlines Center Arena. After all, in order to see your idol, an hour in advance is nothing.

Remembering last night's experience, Moodier still finds it incredible. All the members of the Mavericks appeared in front of him, and Yiyang also gave him a ticket to an NBA game.

Although tomorrow's Mavericks game against the Nets will not be the best game in the entire league, Moodier is still very excited to be able to go to watch an NBA-level basketball game live.

At this time, in the gymnasium, Yiyang was still polishing his shooting skills. Since playing Curry in the last game, Yiyang has deeply realized that his shooting percentage from beyond the three-point line is far from enough.

Curry's three-point shooting was almost 100 in the warm-up, but when it came to the court, his three-point shooting percentage per game was "only" close to 45%. Yiyang can't even hit every shot in training now, but it is clear that his three points in the game are not dangerous enough.

In the past, Yiyang's benchmark was Hayward, and Hayward was the representative of Yiyang's heart with three points of precision enough. But now, a guy who is more accurate than Hayward has appeared, and Yiyang's goal is naturally higher than before. This guy doesn't want to fall behind anyone on the court.

Yiyang always has high requirements for himself, and it is precisely because of his requirements for himself that Yiyang did not fall after entering this world of drunken gold, but progressed at a faster speed.

"Also, the ticket boss has put it in front of your cabinet, remember to take it when you leave!" When Yiyang was shooting, Terry, who had already changed his clothes and was about to leave the gymnasium, opened the door of the training ground and stuck his head in to remind Yiyang.

Yiyang nodded lightly in response, and did not stop the movement in his hand. Terry smiled and closed the door to the training ground, it was better not to disturb this guy's training.

Finally, at 6:17, Yiyang's shooting tasks for himself today were all completed. Basketballs scattered all over the ground and vests that have long been completely soaked with sweat have become a daily routine in the Center Arena of American Airlines.

After returning to the locker room, Yiyang immediately took a shower, quickly changed his clothes, and picked up the ticket that Cuban had placed there. At half past six in the afternoon, Yiyang appeared in front of Moodier on time in his heavy-duty pickup truck, Moodier was a little shy, this black boy seemed to be quieter than Yiyang imagined.

Yiyang beckoned and motioned for Moodier to hurry up and get in the car.

"Hello sir!" After getting into the car, Moodier showed his shy smile, and Yiyang looked at the black child's expression. This guy is better than himself, at least he doesn't look like a person who will rob......

"Don't be so restricted, nay, tickets." Yiyang held the steering wheel with one hand, took out the ticket from his pocket with the other, and handed it to Moodier.

Moodier took the ticket with both hands and said thank you happily. For today's meeting, he learned a lot of Chinese etiquette on the Internet last night.

"Where do you live, I'll send you back."

"No need sir, I'm ......"

"It's okay, I want to talk to you more, too."

Hearing Yiyang say this, the embarrassed Moodier had no choice but to "obediently comply".

"I live in Ellington, it's still a bit far from here, hehe." Moodier smiled, if his family could live near the center of the American airline, it is estimated that he would not need to work and study.

Yiyang has been in Dallas for a while, and although he can't say that he is completely familiar with the city, he still knows about Ellington. This place is a typical working-class black neighborhood in Dallas. Although the environment is much better than that of Wood, Ellington is also a "ghetto" for the city of Dallas.

Outside the car window, the bustling streets, the lively shopping malls, and a large number of pedestrians flashed one by one. In this bustling city, under the sunshine of the twenty-first century, few people can imagine that there is such a place as a slum in the land of America.

But it's here, in this city, in this country. Yiyang will never forget the experience of growing up in a slum in his life.

The view from the car window gradually changed, and after passing through the middle of the most palatial residential area, the city of Dallas seemed to look different.

Gone are the lavishly decorated buildings outside the car windows, replaced by dilapidated brick houses, graffiti-covered walls, and messy streets. As Yiyang drove deeper, more dilapidated houses gradually increased, and pedestrians on the street cast hostile glances at the high-end pickup trucks that were not common here.

If Harpy were in the car right now, he would definitely have a feeling of empathy. Because when he went to Wood, it was almost exactly the same as it is now.

Yiyang looked at the world outside the window, and in Dallas, one of the largest cities in the world, there was actually a "Wood District". Everything around him did not disgust Yiyang, who had already lived a different life, but reminded him of a lot of things back then.

"You...... Why do you work? Yiyang asked knowingly.

"Because I had to shoulder the burden of the family, my father died in the war when I was one year old, and my mother didn't read much and had to work as a nurse in the hospital. I go out every night and come home from work in the morning. Moreover, the salary is not high. Therefore, my two older brothers and I can only work while studying, and we can share some of the burdens. As Moodier said this, the smile on his face faded away.

He lost his father at the age of one and dragged three young children with him. It seems that Moodier's mother may have worked harder than his own mother.

"Want to get out of this place?" Yiyang pointed to the world outside the window that seemed to have been abandoned by people.

"No, I just want my mom to not have to work so hard. I just want to make sure that she doesn't have to go through so many tribulations. Quiet and shy, Moodier now seems to have matured. What he hopes most is not to live a good life for himself, but to live a good life with his mother.

"You know Moody, I came out of this place in the first place."

"Really?" BA Tanhuaxiu, a professional player, with an annual salary of millions of dollars...... This kind of person is actually from the slums?

"Of course it's true, the place where I live is more shabby than here. On the streets, you can even see drug dealers and gangsters swaggering through the city with pistols at any time. Compared to where I live, Ellington is paradise...... By the way, Moody, how are you playing basketball? ”

"My middle school team has the most wins in Dallas right now! If we continue like this, we may even win the continental championship! And, I'm now the team's top scorer, no, the top scorer in the entire Dallas Middle School League! At the mention of this, Moodier looked proud.

"Really? Have high school and college scouts ever come to you? Yiyang remembered Harpy, who was robbed by himself.

"Yes, there are, but they are all not well-known schools. And, even if there were, what if? There's no way I'm going to play in the NBA like you. Moodier's look of excitement grew lost again.

"It doesn't matter if you know Moody's, it's important to stick to your dreams. Don't give up kid, who says you can't play in the NBA? The world doesn't bury gold, and you can't bury yourself either. "Yiyang may be the first time to talk so much to someone you've known for less than 24 hours. But he always felt obliged, obligated to guide this child, who was very similar to himself, to chase what he wanted.

"I want to see you play, do you have a basketball court near here?"

Yiyang's proposal startled Moodier. An NBA player wants to see himself play? Isn't this a plot that only exists?

"I have one in my backyard...... But not a regular ......."

"It's enough to have a basket."

Arriving at the destination, Yiyang parked the car. A group of children seemed to want to come up to Yiyang to ask for money, but Moodier waved his fist, and the group of children dispersed.

"Moody?" A woman's shout came from the hut in front of Yiyang.

"It's my mom, we have guests."

"Got guests?" The hostess pushed open the door, her shabby dress was covered with stains, and her eyes were full of tiredness.

"Also, that star guard of the Dallas Mavericks!" Moodier proudly introduced the yellow-skinned man next to him, in fact, Yiyang is not a "star defender" now. Moodier's mother, on the other hand, stayed where she was.

Isn't that yellow-skinned guy the guy on the poster in Moodier's room!?

"Sorry sir! It's a mess at home! "Therese. Moodier, little Moodier's mother, was scrambling to clean up the living room at the moment, and it seemed that she was also struggling with how to entertain Yiyang in front of her.

Yiyang glanced around, in fact, this house has been cleaned up quite neatly, and it looks very rigorous. Black sofa, medium-sized TV, oriental rug that covers the entire floor. Here, it is more than twice as good as the apartment where Yiyang once lived.

There aren't many decorations in the house, and the only thing that suggests that this is a house where elite student-athletes live is a square plaque that is the Most Outstanding Player award given to Moodier by an unknown basketball camp.

"Don't bother, ma'am, I'll leave in a moment, and my mother is waiting for me at home for dinner?" Yiyang squeezed out a smile at Moodier's mother, because Yiyang was really not used to smiling at others.

After that, Yiyang and Moodier picked up the basketball and walked towards the backyard.

In the backyard of the house, there is a small pebble basketball court, but it is less than half the size of the field, and it is here that Moodier learned to play basketball.

"You're the team's top scorer?" Listening to Moodier talk about his experience playing in middle school, Yiyang felt more and more that basketball could be a litmus test for this child.

"That's right!" Moodier said, imitating Fischer for a left-handed shot. The basketball crossed an arc and fell into the basket without the net.

After that, Yiyang and Moodier played. It is no exaggeration to say that Moodier is stronger now than Yiyang at the same age.

Whether it's explosiveness, speed, or bounce, it's all excellent. And this kid also has a strong body that Yiyang envies. You know, he's just a kid!

The two played together for an hour, and Yiyang saw that the time was not early, so he was ready to go home.

But before leaving, Yiyang left his private number with Moodier. "I'll keep an eye on you in the future, and maybe I'll call you to train with me? In a word...... Don't give up, boy. Yiyang is very willing to help "another self" and change his life through basketball.

While Yiyang was leaving, Moodier and his mother, Thereser, stayed at the door until they watched the heavy pickup truck leave.

"Why did you come back so late?" Wen Xue looked at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. The food on the table has long been cold.

"I went to see a friend." Yiyang thought of Moodier's family, as if he had seen himself and his mother.

So, this tall tanhua show hugged his mother tightly.

"Thank you, Mom." A few simple words, but Yiyang, a guy who is not good at expressing his emotions, said the sentence he wanted to say most over the years.

"I'm going to heat up the food." Wen Xue smiled softly, as long as you can succeed, everything is worth it.