In a small town in the Blue Ridge Mountains in central Virginia, in the coach's office next to the basketball arena at Oak Hill High School.

A middle-aged man was watching something in front of the VCR, when there was a knock on the door, and the security guard guarding the school gate brought a tape to his desk and said, "Steve, someone gave you a tape and said please take a look." ”

The middle-aged man named Steve shook his head and smiled, "Did any parent who claimed to be a basketball genius send it?" There are already dozens of servings here, you just have to put them on the table. Damn, I don't have that much time and I'm reading about Kevin right now. Video of Durant's game, and I'm ready to accept his transfer request. ”

The security guard insisted on handing the tape to the middle-aged man, Oak Hill High School head coach Steve. Smith: "No, you should take a look, the person who mailed this tape is called Ben. Wallace. ”

Root. Wallace? The biggest winner in the NBA this year? Smith thought about it for a moment and eventually took the tape. It happened that Durant's game video was over, and he said depressedly: "Damn, I missed the best scene, Durant killed the opponent in this game." ”

Having said that, he was not much frustrated, because he had already decided to accept the child's transfer application immediately. Taking out Durant's game video, he slipped Mr. MVP's tape into it and muttered, "Okay, double MVP, are you here to show off to me?" Maybe this band is the highlight of your game."

Before he finished his words, a video tape appeared on the TV series: a tall and thin black child rushed out of the bottom line as fast as the wind and flew out with a racket shot by his opponent; The picture shifts, and the black kid uses a feint so realistic that he can't distinguish the real from the fake past the opponent, rushes into the penalty area and jumps and glides, raising his hand is a violent dunk.

"Shit, which fucking bastard is this to tease me? Damn, why did I never get any wind from this kid?! Oh God, no, his opponent is Kevin. Durant? Shit, oh, another breakthrough, nice ball! , what do I see? What I saw! This damn kid broke through two kids in a row and hit the emergency stop! Let me see who these two hapless kids are, oh no, it's Durant and Beasley! ”

A roar came from Smith's office, and the teacher who passed by shook his head, secretly saying that Smith seemed to have met a good seedling again.

The same shouts from North Lawrence High School, Pike High School, Broad-Leyper High School, North Central High School, Carmel High School, Northwest High School, Lauer. The head coach's office of Merrion High School, Farragut College High School, and St. Patrick's High School rang out, these schools are all well-known basketball schools in the United States, and the names of NBA players may not appear on the list of a certain university, but they must be found on the list of these schools.

"Hi Sid, have you read today's Detroit Sports Journal? You're in the headlines, I just saw your picture on the newsstand, it's amazing. A black kid told Sid that they had gone to Warburn's training camp together, and that they had gone home together after training in the evening.

Sid nodded happily, trying to show an indifferent expression, indicating that all this was taken for granted. Yes, it should be taken for granted, and when basketball geniuses all over the United States, Durant and Beasley, were defeated by an obscure child, that child should not remain obscure.

For Sid, the experience of these few days was like a dream, and he couldn't believe it. Growing up, he lived in a poor slum, and since he was expelled from school and unable to make it to the streets, he had to work as a casual worker to earn money to support himself and his family. Fortunately, he has a few good brothers, as long as these people have a bite to eat, they will not let him go hungry, how many times Sid secretly swore that after he is developed, he must not forget these poor brothers.

But for a black child who has nothing but his body, it is too difficult to develop, but this day has come, at least the dawn has appeared.

Iverson, who was also born in the slums, and Big Ben are his idols, but because he is also from Detroit, he admires Big Ben more, so when the Pistons won the championship and Big Ben won the FMVP, he didn't sleep all night. When it was time for the Pistons to celebrate, he arrived early outside the palace in Auburn Hills, waiting to enter the arena and take a good seat.

Not only did he see the big book, but he also got the favor of this man, and he even opened a training camp for himself, and he and his poor brothers not only participated for free, but also ate nutritious meals for free: God can testify that the meat he used to eat was not as much as these days.

With nutrition keeping up and the correct guidance of the trainer, Sid's physical shortcomings were filled. With abundant physical fitness and his excellent physical fitness and skillful skills, he has become the most prominent person in the training camp, and even Durant and Beasley, who are now famous in the whole United States, admit convincingly that he is the strongest guy in the training camp!

Sid believes that as long as he can change the environment to go to school, he will definitely become a genius boy who shines even brighter than Durant. Born on the streets, Sid didn't get into too many vices, he was hardworking, hardworking, precocious, and humble, which was not his own boasting, this was the evaluation given to him by the teachers in the training camp, and they all believed that a future star was rising.

In another five or six years, when he is 18 years old, he should be able to enter the NBA and make a lot of money, and then he can repay these people who helped him, such as Big Ben, such as a group of poor brothers who helped him. Sid thought optimistically, walking with lighter steps.

The kids didn't live together, and Sid said goodbye to his friends and slowly ran on the tattered and dirty road, breathing the way the trainer gave him, training his endurance and endurance.

It was already a little late, because after the training he practiced for a while, and Brother Padding personally gave him a sparring partner, which felt amazing. At this time, the sky is full of stars, and Detroit has become a thousand lights, but this has nothing to do with the slums, this poor and chaotic place, the street lights have long been smashed by bad children, and it is pitch black.

Running to the most dilapidated part of the block, Sid suddenly heard someone muttering and swearing, and he estimated that some bad boys were fighting, so he wanted to go around. But when he got closer, he heard the sound of the beaten and screaming man very familiar, and by the miserable moonlight, he looked carefully, first saw two white men in police uniforms, and then saw a black child in disheveled clothes.

It didn't take any further reading for Sid to know who the black boy was, one of his brothers, the kind of poor brother mentioned earlier who would not let him go hungry if he had a bite to eat, and his name was Dondra. These black children are all the same, they are people abandoned by God, there is no tomorrow, no ideals, no pursuits, he was like this before, but now, he is still a black child, but he has hope in life.

Two policemen punched and kicked Tangdra on the ground, and one of them was still cursing and swearing, "Shit-like nigga, Lao Tzu played that girl to give her face, you dare to hit me?" Oh, is it righteousness? It's hard to believe that I met Robin Hood today! Damn, stand up and keep beating me, son of a bitch, you're going to hell, I'm going to send you to hell with my own hands today! ”

Dondra held his head and screamed as he was beaten, but he didn't open his mouth to beg for mercy. Seeing this scene, Sid felt a wave of anger welling up in his heart, and he really wanted to go out and defeat these two white-skinned pigs who bullied his brother.

However, when he was ready to do it, he hesitated, he thought of Big Ben, and thought that he was no longer the dumb street boy at this time, but the most talented basketball boy in Detroit. Unlike Dondra, these poor brothers of his are gangsters in order to survive, often fighting, even selling drugs, and doing all kinds of illegal things, if he gets involved, it may be difficult to get rid of.

But listening to his brother's screams, he couldn't let himself pretend that he didn't see it and quietly leave here, although Dondra was an outlaw, he was very righteous towards him, and how many times when he was hungry, he brought him bread and ham. If he slips away quietly today, he will despise himself when he looks back, especially if he can't face Big Ben: he is the boss of the Pistons, and he has clashed with opponents on the court many times for his brother, hasn't he always wanted to learn Big Ben?

Thinking of this, he knew that he could no longer ignore it, especially when he was horrified to see that a policeman pulled out a revolver from his waist and brandished it to scare Dondra.

"Hey, stop, what are you doing?!" Sid roared and ran out, he was afraid that the police pistol would go off and it would be terrible.

Hearing Sid's voice, the two policemen were startled and unconsciously got out of the way, taking advantage of the gap, Dondra hurriedly got up, and when he saw that it was Sid, he suddenly shouted: "Brother, run!" These white-skinned pigs are drunken lunatics, you run! As he spoke, he pushed away the policemen who were in the way and ran in the opposite direction, and in the darkest places.

Sid didn't react, he only saw that when Dondra pushed away the policeman who was in the way, the policeman with the revolver pointed his gun at him.

What's going on? Sid thought in confusion, frightened and subconsciously wanted to run away, but as soon as he turned around, he heard a crisp loud noise - for some reason, Sid listened to this sound and thought of a baby's cry, the same crisp, the same harsh.

At the same time, his back seemed to be hit by some force, and the whole person couldn't help but fly, this feeling of flying, fluttering, trembling, made him can't help but think of the swing he sat in the park when he was a child.

He remembered that it was a sunny afternoon, and he secretly climbed over the wall by himself into a private park where only white children were allowed to enter, sat on that beautiful swing, and swung on it, so happy. Unfortunately, no one shared his joy at that time, and no one pushed him up from behind. After many years, he finally got on the swing again, and someone finally pushed him.

Vaguely, he heard the happy laughter of the poor brothers. Then, darkness swallowed his senses.

A gunshot rang out, and the freedoms, dreams, and boils flaunted by the United States of America vanished; A gunshot rang out, and Detroit's most gifted teenager fell into the darkness; A gunshot rang out, and the basketball genius who once convinced Durant and Beasley would never appear again

The two policemen worked together perfectly, one shooting at Sid and the other at Tangdra. Gunshots rang out one after the other, and the two children fell to the ground one after the other. Just as the two policemen sighed, Tangdra, who had fallen to the ground behind him, got up and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Damn it!" A vicious curse rang out.

(To be continued)