As the sun sets, the orange glow falls on the horizon, and the empty basketball court is shrouded in a soft golden light.

Wearing a Chanel suit and LV sneakers, Mother Hua smiled and threw the basketball to Bolan, took the ball bigger than her face, and Bolan skillfully and dexterously dribbled the ball to the basket, jumped slightly, raised her hand and threw it.

The ball went in.

The whole set of movements came from instinct, and it was done in one go, and it was obvious that it took more than a day or two of work.

"The baby is so sassy!" Mother Hua smiled like a flower and clapped her hands.

As she walked like a fly, she remembered a lot of things related to basketball.

Hua Lan read a comic called "Slam Dunk" when she was a child, and since then she has been addicted to the sport of basketball and can't extricate herself, and her biggest wish is to be a slam dunk.

Helplessly, Hua Dad and Hua Mom are obviously tall, but Hua Lan, who is not short of nutrition, is shorter than children of the same age, and by the age of fourteen, her height is almost fixed, and she is still only one meter five and a half.

The small arms and legs seem to be blown away by a gust of wind. A face and Lori are so cute, like a doll. No matter how you look at it, it's not the material for playing basketball.

The Hua family is wealthy, and the coach of the junior sports school has a better temper, and he refuses to accept Hua Lan at all.

That day, after coming out of the Cadet School, Hua Lan's tears welled up in her eyes. Hua's father felt sorry for her daughter, and in order to make her happy, she hurriedly built a basketball court at her home and invited a private basketball coach to give one-on-one guidance.

Hua Lan really learned from the coach, and her shooting rate was very accurate when she was not blocked.

Even the coach said that Hua Lan is actually quite talented, but unfortunately her physical fitness is too far behind. Not to mention that she is only 1.55 meters, a girl of 1.75 meters is short when she plays basketball.

As soon as the coach finished speaking, Hua's father and mother couldn't help but sweat, afraid that their daughter would cry again if she was stimulated.

Who knew that Hua Lan, who was optimistic by nature, had already wanted to open it.

Since it is a foregone conclusion that you can't get into the junior sports school, what else is there to be sad about? Sadness doesn't change the facts.

If you really want to join the basketball team, I heard that training is very hard, and there are many dietary taboos, which may not be a good thing!

Wouldn't that be nice now? If she wants to play basketball, she can play at any time, and on the entire court, only the coach or her parents help her throw the ball, and there is no opponent.

Is this considered an invincible opponent in the world? Hua Lan smiled happily.

Seeing her daughter holding the ball silly, the coach and the flower father looked at each other, but they finally put their minds at ease.

Although Hua Lan no longer regrets not being able to join the basketball team, it doesn't mean that she won't continue to be crazy about basketball.

As soon as she entered Tianhai No. 1 Middle School, she found that there was a basketball genius in the high school.

Oh my God, his cool and handsome appearance is simply possessed by Rukawa Kaede, okay?

He looks like he shoots a three-point shot from a distance, and he looks like Mitsui Shou!

When he wittily dribbles the ball, he has the shadow of Miyagi Ryota...... Of course, he's not as short as Miyagi, just wisdom!

He jumped high and slapped the opponent's ball, which was completely Akagi Gangxian!

Oh no, no, Hua Lan quickly shook her head, Akagi's appearance is still a little sorry, he is so handsome, Hua Lan can't bear to make him look like Akagi.

……

Hua Lan's two little pink fists held her cheeks, and her heart was bubbling with small bubbles of happiness.

This boy simply satisfies all her fantasies about slam dunk!

Since then, the name Qi Xing has been imprinted in Hua Lan's heart.

If you can't be a slam dunk, it seems that the wife of a slam dunk is not bad? Hua Lan found a new purpose in life, and from then on, she followed Qi Xing's figure obsessively like a spotlight.

It's a pity that Qi Xing is like Liuchuan Feng, coldly unwilling to let her approach.

I see.

Bolan moved her hands, and the big orange basketball spun on her little shallot-white hand.

The sun that is about to set on the horizon not far away looks like a small one, soft and dreamy and warm.

Looking at the two "salted egg yolks" that were a little bigger, Bolan smiled.

After coming to this world, although life is comfortable, there is no goal, so there is always a feeling of idleness.

Now, Bolan finally figured out what to do.

Although there is no need to realize or retaliate for the original body here, Hua Lan is so simple and lovely, her wish has to be fulfilled.

Well, both wishes, let's do it for her!

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At the entrance of an old alley, the yellow-haired ruffian sat on the railing on the side of the road and smoked.

The thugs crouched boredly not far away. At this time, Brother Huang always doesn't let them be together, the reason, everyone understands!

"Why didn't Brother Huang let us beat that stinky boy from Qi Xing just now? Could it be that he is really afraid of him? A pimple-faced thug was unconvinced.

The other pigtailed looked at him like an idiot: "Think of a fart!" It's not all for Sister Qing. ”

Pimple muttered: "I still can't figure it out, what's so good about that Qi Xing?" looks like she loves to answer and ignore the lack of smoking all day long, but Sister Qing is only willing to smile at him. Brother Huang is so righteous and so dedicated to Sister Qing, why can't Sister Qing see it? ”

The pigtail snorted: "People are basketball stars." ”

Acne disagreed: "What star? And don't make money, otherwise you can still live here? Otherwise, in order to make more money, the will work two more jobs after work? ”

"Hehe, if you want to be able to look like that, you don't have to do anything every day, and there will be a bunch of chicks chasing after your ass and trying to make you soak it, okay?" Another thug interjected.

The little gangsters are silent, this superficial world of looking at faces, it's sour!

Not far away, Huang Mao suddenly dropped the cigarette butt, and the original gloomy expression melted, revealing an even innocent smile and jumped off the railing, and walked over to a girl.

"Qingqing, what a coincidence, it's out of school?"

Ji Qing glanced at him lightly, then at the cigarette butt under his feet, frowning slightly.

"Look at my pig brain, and forget it." Huang Mao hurriedly stepped on the cigarette butt with his foot, extinguished the fire in it, and followed Ji Qing to the alley.

"Do you have a lot of homework today? Tired or not? Thirsty or not? I've soaked you honey water, and you can drink it when you get back. The dishes have been bought, you do your homework first, I'll cook the rice, and today there is your favorite clam and tofu soup......"

Huang Mao chattered, Ji Qing nodded occasionally, and her interest was not high.

Looking at Ji Qing like a frosted eggplant, Huang Mao was distressed and angry. This one-meter-eighty-five girl is obviously a few centimeters taller than him, but in his heart, she will always be a little treasure worthy of him holding in the palm of his hand.

It's a pity that his treasures prefer Qi Xing.

In Qi Xing's game that day, Huang Mao accompanied Ji Qing to watch it, and also saw the scene where Bolan hung on Qi Xing's body and kissed him.

Since then, Ji Qing's mood has never been clear.

Thinking back to that doll-like cute little girl, Huang Mao only felt extremely hateful.