"Ahh

Amid the screams, Wang Yu curled up on the floor, his eyes distorted by the pain.

The next moment, before Wang Yu fell unconscious, he vaguely saw many people rushing into the arena frantically and scuffling together, and then Wang Yu passed out.

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You say that my heart is like a glass, clean and transparent like water, even if it is full of heartbreak, it can be easily sprinkled and pretended to be indifferent.........

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The afternoon sun is no longer so dazzling in the gentle sea breeze, but makes people feel warmer.

On the lawn in front of a high-end private hospital built near the sea, Wang Yu, who was in a wheelchair, was quietly listening to Cao Huijuan's "Glass" with headphones on, looking at the vast sea in front of him with empty eyes.

No one knew that at this moment in his heart, the whole world had long been left with endless gray.

Sad gray, desperate gray.

Today is December 17th, and it has been more than two months since Xu Jiaman left him, and it has been almost a month since Zhang Ping left this world.

In grief and self-blame, Wang Yu humiliated his opponent more unscrupulously on the court, but unfortunately, half a month ago, he was beaten by his unbearable opponent on the court, resulting in the torn meniscus of both legs, which not only made him reimburse the whole season, but also made him possible to never set foot on the professional court again, and may even be disabled.

Anyone familiar with professional sports should know how terrible a meniscus injury can be for an athlete, and it is enough to bring any athlete's career to an abrupt end. Such lists abound in professional sports, such as NBA star Rose and NBA black Mamba Kobe Bryant of the year.

What's more, at this moment, he is tearing the meniscus of both legs at the same time.

Off the pitch, suffering also haunts him.

The snubbing and incomprehension of his parents, the negative departure of his girlfriend Xu Jiaman, the fall of Zhang Pingxiang's soul, and Han Bin's disappointment and breakup. He was already overwhelmed by all of this.

In addition, Shanxi Zhongyu Men's Basketball Club also categorically terminated the remaining contract with him because of his serious injury.

In the eyes of Shanxi Zhongyu Men's Basketball Club, they don't believe that Wang Yu can recover from this serious injury, and they are even more reluctant to spend even a little more time on such a 'waste' body. After all, the relationship between them and Wang Yu was just a simple business relationship, and there was no affection at all.

Moreover, Shanxi Zhongyu Men's Basketball Club believes that even if Wang Yu can reappear on the court, he will no longer have any market value, after all, a rookie who only relies on crazy scoring to make some fame in the CBA league has no durability at all.

What's even more strange is that I don't know what kind of documents Shanxi Zhongyu Men's Basketball Club handed in, the Chinese Professional Basketball Association actually turned Wang Yu's three-year fully guaranteed contract into a one-year non-guaranteed contract overnight.

Compared with these, what is even more surprising is that in the face of all this injustice, Wang Yu did not make any resistance, and he took the initiative to disband his logistics team soon after being injured.

Faced with the doubts and incomprehension of the whole world, Wang Yu did not choose to make any explanation, and no one would know that the reason why Wang Yu did this was because he suddenly lost his enthusiasm for everything in the world, and that young heart was already dead.

Now, the only thing he wants to do is disappear, and the more completely he disappears, the better.

Parents and girlfriends don't want to be with themselves, their best brother Pan Hao in the world is also gone, and Zhang Ping, who has been paying a lot of hardships for himself and secretly falling in love with him, has also left, after all this, is there anything worth fighting for or caring for?

No, really no......

Moreover, at this moment, Wang Yu is also full of great hatred for the basketball he once loved.

In the dark, Wang Yu felt as if it had destroyed everything he had been. It gave itself something, but it quickly took too much, too much away from itself. Too much makes people feel terrible, and too much is unbearable.

If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have intersected with Zhang Ping and Han Bin;

If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have let his brother Pan Hao die;

If it weren't for it, I wouldn't be alone at this moment looking at the gray and cold world in front of me.

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Before you know it, the warm sun has sunk in the west, and the sad song has come to an end.

Wang Yu smiled bitterly, and let the two lines of tears that welled up at some point spill in the wind.

After a while, Wang Yu turned his face to look at the two nurses who were chatting not far away, Wang Yu did not make a sound to let them push themselves back into the ward, but silently turned the chair wheel and slowly drove towards the guardrail not far ahead.

The chirping of seagulls hovered overhead, and the laughter of the sea lapping against the reef was already faintly heard.

A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and the wheelchair still drove forward slowly.

Wang Yu knew that as long as he crossed that guardrail, he would no longer feel pain; As long as you kiss the frolicking Hailang, you can immediately cut off all the sorrows and grievances.

The next moment, the boy, who had experienced a lot of sadness at a young age, turned the wheelchair under him even harder.

Heaven is at hand, and sorrow is a thing of the past.

Don't be afraid, let go of everything, for you have chosen to bow your head before fate.

Sad, sad. And extremely hateful.

Cowards and brave men are often only on the line, what choice do you have in the face of this?

The next moment, facing the gentle sea breeze, Wang Yu jumped over the guardrail with a faint smile on his face, as if he had jumped over the Rakshasa Gate that cut off yin and yang.

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Purple Kirin Men's Basketball Club, General Manager's Office.

Originally immersed in the grief of his cousin Zhang Ping's departure, Han Bin immediately stood up in horror after receiving a phone call. After a moment of thought, he immediately asked his secretary to call a few of the club's top management.

"Mr. Han, I don't think it's appropriate to do this. We should have put our energy and time into discovering new players and developing players in the team. After listening to Han Bin's statement, a middle-aged man immediately put forward a conflicting opinion, turned his face to several other people and asked, "Do you think what I said is right?" ”

When the other people heard this, after thinking about it, they immediately nodded in agreement. However, they knew that the final decision on this matter was still in Han Bin's hands, and immediately turned their faces to look at Han Bin one by one.

'I know you're looking out for the good of the team as a whole, but I trust my vision. Han Bin nodded to a few people, paused, and continued: "To be honest with you, I don't do professional basketball to make money, and you also know that I am not short of money, please come over at this moment, to put it bluntly, I don't want to listen to your different opinions, I just respect your status in the club, so I want to tell you my decision in person." I'm afraid it will be a long time before I go out this time, so I'll leave everything here to you. ”

At this point, the other people saw that Han Bin's mind was irretrievable, so they had to nod their heads one by one, and then got up and left the office.

"Mr. Han, how many tickets do you need to book to Hainan?" The secretary asked softly on the phone.

"One." Han Bin's eyes suddenly lit up as he spoke, and he changed his words: "Wait a minute, it's better to order three." ”

Hanging up the phone, Han Bin lit a cigarette and slowly walked to the window, looking at the players who were training on the field, the look in his eyes was very complicated, and after a while, he whispered into the air:

"If you knew that things would develop to this situation, wouldn't you be very sad, tomorrow I hope you can go to Hainan with me, okay?"

No one answered his whispered words, and only the faint smoke from his mouth was quietly accompanying him in the huge office.

How could he be so lonely in the past?

(Three shifts a day, the first shift today.) ）