He was the top pick in the 2008 NBA Draft.

He is the youngest MVP (Most Valuable Player) in history.

He's the pitch monster that everybody talks about.

He has the physical condition that James, Kobe Bryant and other famous superstars envy.

His fans are all over the world, and the NBA league has even changed the terms for him.

He is Derrick Rose, the "Windy City Rose" Derrick Rose.

Derek Rose was lucky.

His first three years in the NBA were unprecedentedly successful.

In his first year in the league, he was named NBA Rookie of the Year.

The following year, he went one step further and was named to the NBA All-Star team.

In his third year, he won the NBA regular season MVP and became the youngest MVP in history.

At the age of 22, Derrick Rose became one of the best players in the NBA at the time, and his peers are still struggling to find a job after graduation.

Derek Ross is unfortunate again.

Just when he was going well, surpassing his predecessors and dominating the basketball world, bad luck found him.

First of all, endless injuries, from the eye sockets, neck, to arms, wrists, to the back, knees, calves, and even ankles, toes, cruciate ligaments, and meniscus, Rose has experienced the torture of injuries all over his body, and recuperating from injuries has become his main job.

Then there were the off-field troubles, brawls, drug use, gambling, sex scandals, feuds with coaches, quarrels with the media, and the bombardment of negative news that made Rose even more depressed.

After four years of an on-and-off career, Derrick Rose is at a low point in his life, signing, trading, cutting employees, signing again, trading again, and laying off employees...... Cycle.

Rose has become mediocre, and he can clearly feel the doubts and distrust of others.

That's right, your body is weakening, your abilities are declining, and your reputation is ruined.

Until his aura is completely gone, the coach no longer reuses him, his teammates no longer recognize him, the fans no longer love him, and even he himself begins to doubt his own life.

The name Derrick Rose is no longer the king of the ball that people admire, but has become an eternal pain in the hearts of Rose fans, the youngest MVP in history, the monster who does not slow down and change direction, the man who surpasses the legend, and those honors that once belonged to him disappeared in an instant.

Instead, mockery, scolding, ridicule, lamentation, crying, disappointment, Derrick Ross has even become an after-dinner pastime.

All this is intolerable to Ross, who has strong self-esteem.

Just this summer, he was once again laid off by the team due to injuries and disciplinary violations, and the emaciated Rose could no longer bear it......

"Derek Ross is currently in the hospital, his fate is unknown......"

"Smack." Roy nervously turned off the TV.

His sensitive ears heard the sound of the door opening, and judging by the footsteps, it was his father who had returned.

Roy is an ordinary sophomore in high school, with ordinary looks, ordinary grades, and an ordinary family.

Everything was ordinary to him.

There is only one thing that is not ordinary, his height of one meter nine.

Perhaps, and his characteristic name.

This is the critical summer vacation of Roy's senior year of high school, and the family has set a sprint plan for him long before the holiday:

Wake up at 8 a.m., study Chinese and mathematics by yourself, eat at 12 noon, continue to study English, physics and chemistry at 1 p.m., and have a routine test time in the evening......

This full schedule comes from Roy's father, Lao Luo, an ordinary middle-aged man who is honest and wants his son to become a Chan.

Lao Luo, who had a gloomy face, had already stepped into the door at this moment, and the scene in front of him was unbearable: Roy sitting crookedly on the floor with an English book, a table full of confetti and drink scraps, and books scattered all over the room.

Lao Luo went straight to the old-fashioned 29-inch flat screen TV, stretched out his hand and touched it, the residual temperature was still there, and he was angry.

"I told you to read and review well, what do you say you are doing?"

Lao Luo was angry, the unsatisfactory work had made him feel unbearable, and when he returned home, he had to face this uncompetitive son, he angrily waved a palm and slapped Roy in the face.

Venus was flurry, his ears were ringing, and the one-meter-nine Roy fell to the ground in response, to be honest, he had a big body, but he was a glass heart, he fell when he touched it, and he cried when he fell.

Lao Luo's anger was still spreading, and he pointed to the mess all over the table and scolded: "What are these? What else do you do besides eating and sleeping? Is it easy for you to read at home? ”

Another kick, Roy was completely stunned, he held back tears and fled into the room, locked the door with his backhand, and the world was clean.

What exactly am I doing wrong?

Roy was full of grievances, he really didn't do anything wrong, it was supposed to be a happy summer vacation, but now it was ......

With pain, grievance, and sleepiness, Roy hugged the bed and fell asleep......

Magnesium lamps, shiny floors, deafening shouts.

“MVP，MVP，MVP……”

Yes, even if Roy's English is poor, he can understand these three extremely simple letters, M, V, and P.

What does MVP mean?

Roy was still thinking, but his body began to move unconsciously.

His feet were running fast, his hands were slapping the ball.

Balls, balls, and basketballs.

Am I playing basketball? Roy exclaimed.

It's a dream, isn't it?

In the dream, Roy is not only playing basketball, but also a basketball master, only to see him sway left and right, drill out of the cracks, and then pick up two high-speed changes of direction to shake off the players who are marking him.

The restricted area was already an open field, and Roy strode into the air, rounding his arms and dunking in a tomahawk style.

Shaking hoops, wobbly rebounds, fluttering nets.

The audience cheered.

It was like a freeze frame.

Roy saw everything.

The huge basketball court, the tsunami spectators, the sexy cheerleaders, the white clothes are teammates, and the red clothes are the opponents.

What a real dream.

But the DJ's voice seemed to remind himself that this wasn't just an illusory dream.

“Derrick Rose！”

After the DJ called out the name, the scene was once again in a sea of "MVP" calls.

Scoreboard flashes, Miami Heat (104:105) Chicago Bulls with 7.8 seconds remaining.

Time was ticking, and the number 6 in the red uniform launched the final attack, and it was himself who was keeping an eye on him.

Moving, reaching out, shouting, every movement in front of you is so realistic, every physical contact is like being there.

A flash, a luck, a throw, the 6th shot, Roy jumped up with all his strength to block......

What exactly did I go through?

Roy woke up, his heart still beating fast, his hands clutching the quilt tightly, his body covered in sweat.

"Did you score that goal?" Roy asked himself half-jokingly.

"It's in, James beat the Bulls, I still remember this game."

"Who!" Roy jumped up in fright by this unfamiliar voice, "Who, who, come out quickly." ”

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

In the darkness, a tall black man with short hair and a mustache emerged.

"You...... Who are you? Roy was scared to himself.

"You don't know me?" The black man had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"You...... Who are you? You...... Why are you here? I...... I'm going to call the police...... I have adults in my family...... You...... Don't mess around......"

"Don't be afraid, I'm Derek Rose."