Elan is a cheerful and resolute woman.

Since she promised Roy to use basketball to decide her life, she naturally had to prepare well.

Tie up your hair and cut off your nails.

Change out of your overalls and pick up your uniforms.

At the bottom of the drawer lies a faded basketball jersey that Ilan wore when he won the championship for Shanghai.

Number 5, is her number.

No. 5 Ilan of the women's basketball team who plays as a forward.

That year, she and her teammates won a national victory.

After that, Yilan retired, transformed into a factory to work, was introduced to Lao Luo, got married and had children, until today.

After more than ten years, Yilan took off his jersey, bid farewell to the basketball world, taught his husband and children, and returned to the ordinary.

In order to strive to play the role of a good wife and mother, Yilan endured to cut her love, stayed away from the basketball she loved deeply, and let go of the pride of her generation of national players.

She began to play an ordinary housewife.

Only on rare occasions, such as teammates gatherings and factory games, will she occasionally touch the basketball.

Basketball, the once lofty faith, is now back.

I haven't touched basketball for a few years, but when I get back on the court, the first person to play against is my son, what a magical fate.

On a July day, a midsummer night, the heat was unbearable, and the insects and cicadas were chirping.

Even after half past six o'clock, the sky was still bright.

The sun is still nostalgic for the beauty of the earth, and the last ray of light is called sunset.

At sunset, Ilan and Roy stood facing each other.

Ilan has maintained a pretty good figure over the years, and the long-lost No. 5 shirt has no sense of disobedience on her.

In her forties, she is still physically fit to fight, not to mention how much motivation that long-sealed passion can bring her.

Reddish clouds, bustling basketball courts, favorite basketballs.

In this situation, Yilan couldn't help but be a little moved.

She lifted her basketball and threw it hard.

The ball arced in a wonderful arc and flew straight towards the hoop.

"Bang." With a bang, the ball bounced off the back edge of the hoop.

Sure enough, it was still a hand, and Ilan sighed.

Back then, shooting at this distance wasn't a problem at all.

Ilan took the basketball back, she adjusted her breathing, tensed her muscles, bent her knees slightly, held the ball with both hands, and her body stretched and jumped with her arms.

Shooting, the ball got out of Ilan's palm, and it kept spinning and spinning in the air, doing free fall, just right, hollow into the ball.

Well, Ilan rejoices.

This kind of exhilarating feeling has not been experienced by me for a long time.

Sky, court, basketball.

It's as if Ilan has gone back to twenty years ago.

That year, she was young, she was active, and she was full of energy.

In the blink of an eye, it was like a world away.

"Are you ready?" Ilan retracted her thoughts, warmed up, and before it got dark, she was going to beat her son and cut off his basketball career.

Although it sounds a little cruel, a little arbitrary, and a little impersonal, it's something she has to do as a mother.

can't let his son be like himself, because of his hobbies, he will ruin his future, and in the end he can only make compromises, waste his time, be confused, waste his life, and become a useless person.

Ilan is confident in beating her son, and the basketball court is her home court.

Here, she will definitely not lose to her son Roy.

Yes, she will never lose to the son who has disappointed her repeatedly, and she will definitely not lose to that uncompetitive soft egg Roy.

"The rules are very simple, we are one-on-one, there is no rebounding, if we miss the shot, we exchange the ball, and whoever goes first by three balls wins."

Elan's rules were simple and straightforward, and Roy nodded in approval.

This is the second time he has stepped on the basketball court of the Normal University in one day, and if it weren't for dinner time, most of the people would have dispersed, and someone would surely recognize him as the "ball king Roy" who caused a sensation on the court during the day.

"You attack first." Elan throws the ball to Roy.

Lowering the center of gravity, opening your arms, adjusting your steps, and controlling your breathing, Ilan is real.

Roy was the first time to see such a serious mom.

How to attack? He wondered.

The ability that you currently have in your hands...... It seems like only possession of the ball.

What is the offense like? Roy recalls the scene of the ball god playing during the day, breaking through, making layups, mid-range shots, dunking, almost anything.

You should just break through to the basket and put the ball in, right?

Having made up his mind, Roy began to dribble.

One, two, three, both the gestures and the rhythm are quite perfect.

These few times, Ilan saw it in his eyes and praised it in his heart, Roy didn't lie, he really knew how to play basketball.

Speed up, Roy's acceleration was without warning, Ilan didn't expect her son to have such a strong physical fitness, and her reaction was slow.

In the blink of an eye, Roy had flashed over.

I saw him go straight to the basket, and when he was less than half a meter away from the basket, he suddenly stopped, put the ball with an unusually awkward hand, and barely threw the ball into the hoop.

1:0, Roy leads.

"You won't go to the basket?" The fact that Biroy is excellent and won't make a layup puzzled Ilan.

"I ...... Haven't learned to go to the basket yet. "Roy never lied to his mother.

Ilan smiled, what an honest child.

The second ball, the same pattern, the same action.

Roy changed direction and accelerated, shaking off Ilan, and the second point seemed to be within reach.

Roy wanted to repeat the old trick, but Ilan didn't give him a chance, only listened to a "pop", and Ilan, who was not inferior to him in height, ended the attack with a beautiful block from behind.

Conversion of possession.

Ilan was holding the ball at the top of the circle, and he couldn't help but shake his head when he saw Roy's loose defense.

"You can't win against Mom like this."

Before the words fell, the ball was shot.

Standard playing cricket.

1:1。

It turned out that it could be like this.

Roy Mouth slammed off, and not every offense had to go to the basket to finish.

Ilan's second offense was about to repeat the same trick, she lifted the ball to make a shot, and Roy reflexively jumped up to block.

However, this is an obvious feint.

Elan took advantage of the situation to pass Roy and scored another 1 point on a layup.

1:2。

"Son, basketball isn't as simple as you think." Ilan dribbles the ball while educating Roy.

"Even if you're physically and talented, you don't necessarily have to be successful, and there are hundreds of millions of basketball players in this world, and you see how many of them can really become stars. If you can't even beat your mother, then don't want to be a professional player. ”

Ilan's words were still echoing in her ears, and her breakthrough had begun.

On the right, Ilan chose to break through to Roy's right.

Compared to speed, Roy certainly won't lose, and he is alert to block Ilan's dribble lane.

Ilan's next move was fast.

Change direction to the left and turn to pass.

Isn't this what Roy did to Jordan before? Ilan is actually concocting the same method.

Is this a coincidence? Or is it a talent that both mother and son share?

The next step for Ilan would cut to the basket for a layup, and Roy saw his mother's routine completely.

Roy didn't lose his center of gravity, and he caught up with Ilan.

"Smack." A pegboard cap.

Ilan was capped, and her fame stunt actually failed!