Humans are habitual creatures, and this is especially true of paranoid people.

The habit of judging reality by memory is the biggest characteristic of paranoid people, or the biggest malaise. Because it's a world that's constantly spinning and changing, not even a memory from a second ago can match the reality of a second later.

I didn't know if I was a bigoted person, and I still didn't understand everything the word paranoia encompassed in some ways.

The world is moving at high speed every day, conveying unimaginable information and scenery from the two poles, and masking itself with endless changes.

Ever since I was a child, I have had the desire to see through the world, to see the real side of the so-called people and the reasons why they want to hide.

This is an unreal wish, and there are too many people who want to fulfill this luxury throughout the ages, but in the end, they still regret it for life, and too many people hope to be able to polish their eyes to examine the original situation of this world, but it always ends in nothing.

Mortal eyes cannot see into the hearts of all beings, and although the gods did not give us a fair fate, they gave us a fair enough vision......

This is a truth that my father told me when he was alive.

All we can do is to see ourselves as clearly as possible, and life is just a path for us to see ourselves through everything, and when we can finally have a complete evaluation of ourselves, we are already in the twilight of our lives.

Because of this sentence, I chose my own life and chose a path that I wanted to take.

I hope that in my lifetime I will be able to see myself as clearly as possible, to see my true nature, to see my own world.

Of course, I would prefer that the world would see me......

Ah, did you forget to introduce yourself??

My name is Addison, Addison. Ann was born on October 10, 1995. Living in Harlem, New York, an orphan who is so ordinary that he can't be more ordinary, he doesn't know his mother's identity, and he also lost his father's voice and smile when he was 12 years old.

I was a human being, living in a region enveloped by black culture and the restless noise of day and night.

A lot of people say I'm not good at communicating with others, and I deny that. It's not that I don't like to communicate with people, I just don't know how to say it, how to make a sound......

I had long since lost my instinct to make sounds, except for a few meaningless notes, when I was twelve, when my father was shot in front of my eyes by Harlem debt collectors.

Surely God will forgive me for being so silent, and if it were God, I would be able to see through all the complex intertwining and entanglement of our world.

I am also one of the children of this world, and naturally I will be bound by these intertwinings.

Although at the beginning of this story, I was not yet 19 years old.

***

"By the way, you're definitely going to participate in this year's draft, right?" In the back row of the large public classroom, a young black man who was so strong and tall that he couldn't help but look at him whispered to his companion next to him, "With me??" ”

Eyebrows were gently raised, and Addison took off the headset on his left ear, he had just been immersed in the singing voice of Linkin Park stored in his phone, and the voices of the outside world were basically ignored.

Turning his head to look at the black youth with half-squinted eyes, Addison silently signaled - Ibegyourpardon??

"Nothing, I was just thinking...... We all seem to be leaving here soon. The young black man folded his arms over his chest, revealing a little emotion that was not appropriate for his age.

Addison pursed the corners of his lips noncommittally, his misty eyes a little blurry against the coffee-colored eyelashes that seemed to have not woken up and were tired.

He casually flipped through the small notebook in front of him, picked up a pen and wrote a few strokes on it, and then pushed the notebook in front of his companion's eyes.

- We have to learn to look forward, Jabari. This is not a breeding ground, but a springboard for you to keep running...... Isn't that what CoachK says to us?

"You remember the old guy's words so well...... "The black youth, or Jabari. Parker shrugged his shoulders, the guy didn't bring his shrewdness and talent on the basketball court to the philosophical side, "I just remember how many shots he would give me in a game." ”

Well, that's pretty much the same thing you remember. Addison hummed in his heart, took back his notebook, and dragged his chin with his right hand as he watched the professor on the podium of the public classroom happily speak.

It's just that he didn't listen to a word.

Three days to go...... There are still three days to go......

He's going to face the first finals of his life, the first finals that will be broadcast live by all the media in the United States, the first finals where his identity is known to everyone.

Regular Season, Round of 64, Round of 32, Sweet Round of 16, Round of 8, Semifinals...... Until now, they have made it all the way to the NCAA Basketball Finals and earned a ticket to Lucas Oil Field in Indianapolis.

And he, from a penniless boy who came out of Harlem, climbed to the position of the starting point guard of the Duke University Blues - as a first-year freshman.

He had long been reluctant to think about life in New York's black neighborhood, and now that he had the opportunity to enter the life of his dreams, he would only look forward until he got there.

***

Just how hot is the NCAA's influence in the United States?

Addison hadn't thought about it, but he only knew that Duke University's basketball arena had been crowded with reporters every day since half a month ago, waiting to interview even one of the Blue Devils.

Newspapers in North Carolina and even across the United States write day and night, ESPN and ABC follow up almost endlessly, and everywhere you go to the campus, you can hear the high-pitched cheers of people you don't know, and young girls of all races and colors running over with carcasses to ask for a photo......

All of this made Addison, who was accustomed to being quiet and numb, very uncomfortable, but it seemed that Jabari. Parker had adapted well, at least he welcomed it.

Addison and Jabari walked together dramatically, one dark-skinned, tall, strong, and the other darker-skinned, slender and thin.

'Duke Twins' – Point guard Addison. Ann with small forward Jabari. Parker's first-year duo burst onto the scene in 2013-14 and are now the backcourt duo of the entire NCAA Division I Conference. There are even many professional football critics who have said: "Jabari can only burst out with 120% firepower when he is paired with Addison, and Addison can only let his unique talent be fully exploited when he is partnered with Jabari." ”

The duo have turned in their bids to the league to participate in the 2014 NBA Draft after the semester, and the April 7 NCAA Finals will be their final game for Duke.

"Fuck the Connectigs' idiots, Jabari, let them go home crying!!"

"Long live the Blue Devils!! Long live the Blue Devils!! ”

"We need champions, just champions, Eddie !!"

Along the way, there were sonorous and almost frenzied calls, and the enthusiasm for the finals has spread to every corner of the college campus, and it is even about to explode.