"Wow, Brother Lei, it's actually warmer here than in the capital."

As soon as she got off the plane, Ma Dongmei sighed.

Compared with the capital, the absolute temperature of Wushi may be slightly lower, but after all, it is the farthest city from the ocean in the world, although due to the existence of the Tianshan Glacier, Wushi is not very dry, but the air humidity will definitely not be higher than the capital near the Bohai Bay, so in the winter of Wushi, as long as there is the sun, it is actually quite warm.

Wang Lei and Ma Dongmei returned to Wushi in advance on the fifth day of the first lunar month, so the flight was still idle at this time, and many Chinese people were still in the atmosphere of the New Year, and they generally did not usher in the peak of returning to the city until the sixth or seventh day of the first lunar month.

Young men and women with different heights from ordinary people were recognized as soon as they got on the plane, they were in business class, although there were not many passengers, but there were still people who recognized Wang Lei at a glance, yes, that's right, the first person to be recognized this time was Wang Lei.

In the past, Wang Lei and Ma Dongmei came out together, and it was Ma Dongmei who was often recognized.

With a delicate face and excellent ball skills, although the height of nearly two meters makes many people timid, there are still many people who call Ma Dongmei one of the top ten beauties in the sports world of the Republic, and she is still the top-ranked kind, otherwise just by virtue of Ma Dongmei's identity as a women's volleyball player, she would not be a second-level VIP of Xunbo now.

Many people who recognized Wang Lei on the plane wondered what this young man who had just been in a mess because of the Spring Festival Gala was going to the border province for the New Year.

"Well, Wushi is almost like this, you see the place where the sun can't get there, if there is snow there, it will basically not melt all winter, and it will not melt until the end of April, and the drying is drier, but the air in the capital is slightly better."

Regarding Ma Dongmei's doubts about the weather, Wang Lei answered.

After leaving the airport, the two went straight to the training base.

In the stadium of the Tianshan District Training Base, the sound of the basketball hitting the ground echoes in the empty stadium, and the sound of two electric heaters operating under the basketball hoop.

"Turgon, you can't get by, I'll definitely take you down this time."

Haul, who is more than 1.90 meters tall, looks very strong in front of Turgun, who is just over 1.8 meters tall, and Haul, who is more than 140 kilograms tall, is a lap larger than Turgun, who has just over 70 kilograms in bench press.

The two were engaged in a one-on-one bullfight, and although Hawul was much stronger, he was clearly no match for Turgun in one-on-one.

The nimble Turgun didn't get entangled with Hawul at all, he always used the rhythm of his dribbling and shooting feints to shake Hawul away and then shoot.

Turgun's excellent ball sense gave him an unusual shooting touch, and even under the Hawul chase and jump block, Turgun could still calmly adjust the arc of his shot to ensure that he hit the basket.

Hawul does not have the slightest release in defense, or he doesn't know what water release is, compared to sports schools or players who have received professional training since childhood, Hawul is not very good at this kind of half-tone, but every defense is very hard, he has ten strength, and he will use twelve points of strength in defense.

Uyghur boys are actually bolder than some young people of the Han nationality, and they don't have too many worries when facing things they are not familiar with.

If Hawul's defense is a sign of perseverance, then Turgun is a sign of love.

For basketball, Turgun can be said to be very passionate, he once had to hold the basketball even to sleep for a period of time, this love coupled with the usual loneliness, Turgun spent almost all of his spare time on basketball.

In fact, how many athletes engaged in competitive sports can do this level, many of them are under the supervision and even scolding of the coach to persevere, only those who devote themselves to this sport will become the best, will show the charm of competitive sports after a thousand tempers.

Both of them are very focused on the confrontation, even if Turgun's physical fitness can't catch up with Hawul at all, but he still doesn't have any timidity in defense, he will stick Hawul without care, and then be pouted by the opponent, and then Turgun will stick it again.

Gradually, the two began to feel that it was getting hotter and hotter in the arena.

Originally, although there were two high-power electric heaters before, only the temperature under the basket was okay, and the rest of the court was basically no different from the outside, although the two of them were slightly sweating after the warm-up, but the body temperature was not too high, but at this time they could clearly feel that they were sweating.

"Hey, is the heating already on?"

Finally, Hawul said to Turgun after squeezing under the basket again to score a goal.

"Well, it should be on, and the coach will be back in two days, and the people in the management office must turn on the heating to warm up."

"That maybe, although the coach said that he would come back on February 14th, but that was before, now it's really not good, you have also seen the news on the Internet, our coach is now a star, well, a big star, can make a lot of money, if I do, I will definitely not come back, how much salary can our provincial youth team give the coach, it is not good, working here for a year may not be as good as people earning more for a few minutes on the stage, you say, why do you come back in such a situation?"

For Wang Lei, Hawul always felt that he would not come back, this is the idea that an ordinary normal social person should have, it is better to guard a youth team with no future or be a big star, everyone can judge.

"Brother Hawul, I still think the coach will come back, he is different from others, well, different from many people, other people will not let me into the team at all when they see me, he is just like you, he is a good person."

In the face of the good guy card sent by Turgon, Hawul couldn't help but be a little ashamed, to be honest, he was so good to Turgun because of Azgul.

"If he's a good person, maybe he won't come back, this has nothing to do with good people and bad people, you still don't understand, good people have to live, right?"

Hawul still insisted on his opinion, and in his opinion, the probability of Wang Lei not coming back was more than eighty percent.

"Who says I'm not coming back? Haul, you speak ill of me behind your back, do you want to clean the toilet again? ”

Just when Hawul and Turgun had some differences, the side of the stadium was pushed away, and Wang Lei walked in with Ma Dongmei.