Wukesong Gymnasium.

Honk!

When the whistle blew, all the supporters of the Northern Province froze in place.

61 to 89, the numbers told them that their opponent Shanling Middle School gave the first defeat to Beifu with a hearty performance, to Beifu No. 1 Middle School, which had completed countless impossible reversals, and to the arrogant freshman Hubei champion.

Huangfu Xuan, the ace of Shanling Middle School, used the first 40 points of this year's national competition to make Bu Xiaotian and them bow their heads and bow their heads.

To the cheers of the nearly 15,000 spectators, they left the venue in embarrassment, and were even ridiculed for not being able to find an exit.

What makes them even more unimaginable is how those relatives and friends in Wuhan will evaluate their performance in that game, whether they are inferior in skills or arrogant and will lose.

Missy couldn't think of anything to comfort these distressed children.

She could only console herself that defeat was not too late, and that the team needed to learn from this game and then complete the chase in the lower bracket.

I don't know who muttered something that plunged the entire locker room into deeper silence.

The muttering is just three words,

Zhong Jinyun.

……

There is rain in the United States, and it is falling in New York.

Zhong Jinyun got out of the taxi and stepped into his homeland with an umbrella.

What words should you use to describe this basketball court?

Dilapidated, decayed, not even a single piece of the whole court is intact, the basketball hoop is trembling in the wind and rain, and it is not known that one day it will fall with a 'bang'.

The man had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Zhong Jinyun coming, he walked towards him step by step.

"Heh, I said you would still come to me."

The man spoke, with a familiar voice.

"I didn't think I'd see you again when I got home, Ghost Blade."

Zhong Jinyun raised the corners of his mouth with a little disdain.

"Hehe, you still haven't changed, Phantom."

The man laughed.

The wind is blowing, the rain is flying, and the picture is weird but touching.

Assassin Stream Grandmaster Ghost Blade and Ghost Talent Illusion, two sonic boom New York streetball bigwigs, did not expect that they would meet again in this way at this time.

They were once recognized as the mentors and apprentices of streetball idols, and once upon a time, Ghost Blade once believed that this streetball day, who was not yet 16 years old at the time, would become his successor, until he watched Zhong Jinyun enter the stadium at the gate of New York's Center Garden Stadium, he firmly believed that this kid would win the championship, and then he would announce that this kid would replace himself as the head of the assassin stream, and the title 'Fantasy' would change the dynasty of Chinese streetball.

But everything reversed too quickly, Wuhan and1, the favorite to win the championship by the Chinese people, lost bizarrely in the global quarterfinals, and all the experiences can only be called bizarre even now, in Zhong Jinyun's mouth.

There is only one reason for the bizarreness, that is, in that 3-on-3 game, only Zhong Jinyun, who had only been crowned king for a short time, had been fighting, and his teammates, sword eyebrows and bloody eyes, were full of characters with "surrender without a fight" written on their faces.

After the fiasco, the exit is conceivable.

The Chinese street ball king, who carried all hopes, disappeared after returning to China and was never born again. That passionate red hair was never seen again.

And the Grandmaster Ghost Blade never saw the apprentice he was proud of again.

That battle became a death in the hearts of all who experienced it.

"Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Zhong Jinyun asked.

He wants to know the truth, this truth that has always become a knot in his heart, he wants to know what replaces everyone's pursuit of victory**, what filth can make his eyes confused.

"Nope."

Ghost Blade replied crisply.

"Goodbye, then."

Zhong Jinyun didn't have any nostalgia, turned around and left.

Without taking two steps, the ghost blade spoke:

"There are some things that don't have truth, just like basketball isn't all about the world."

After hearing this, Zhong Jinyun raised his hand, waved it in the rain, and stepped on the muddy ground, leaving a path that led to a mysterious and unknown future.

……

Aerodrome.

Zhong Feixuan pulled the box and told Zhong Jinyun all the way.

"When you arrive in Beijing, remember to tell my parents and me that you are safe."

Zhong Feixuan finished this last sentence and handed the box to Zhong Jinyun.

"Brother."

Zhong Jinyun shouted.

"What's the matter?"

Zhong Feixuan asked.

"Do you know the Ghost Blade?"

Zhong Jinyun asked. His eyes locked on Zhong Feixuan's eyes.

"I don't know."

Zhong Feixuan replied.

"I'm leaving."

Zhong Jinyun pushed the box and didn't pass Zhong Feixuan.

After seeing Zhong Jinyun leave, Zhong Feixuan took out his mobile phone and pressed a string of numbers.

After connecting, Zhong Feixuan asked, "What did you tell him?" ”

On the other side of the phone, the rain was loud and the wind was loud, and the ghost blade said slowly, "I didn't say anything." ”

"That's good."

Zhong Feixuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stop it, he's okay with and1 anymore."

Ghost Blade said.

"Seeing that I am about to succeed, you persuade me to stop?"

After Zhong Feixuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

……

on the plane.

As soon as the plane took off, Zhong Jinyun adjusted his seat and was about to put on an eye mask and get a good night's sleep.

This flight has to fly for at least about 13 hours, and Zhong Jinyun estimates that he will wake up and get off the plane to start the first game, so he has to make up for sleep on the plane.

Just about to close his eyes, the plane jolted hard, and when he opened his eyes in a hurry, he saw that a person did not stand still, and fell backwards, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, Zhong Jinyun immediately got up and hugged the person.

For a moment, his face flushed.

It's a girl, she looks as big as herself, and she looks so beautiful.

"I'm sorry."

As soon as the girl stood firm, Zhong Jinyun hurriedly let go and apologized.

"Thank you."

The girl didn't think anything was there, so she thanked her.

As a result, before Zhong Jinyun could sit down, the girl pointed to the empty seat next to Zhong Jinyun and said, "My seat is there." ”

"Oh."

Zhong Jinyun got out of the way, and the girl sat down without any courtesy, like Zhong Jinyun, adjusted the seat, took out her clothes to cover her legs, took out an eye mask from her bag, covered her eyes, and fell asleep.

"Okay."

Zhong Jinyun muttered to himself, sleepless, picked up the ipad, and prepared to watch some videos to hypnotize the cranial nerves.

As a result, it didn't take long for me to feel like I had a heavy load on my shoulders.

At a glance, the girl didn't know that she felt that she had leaned on her shoulder, and she was sleeping soundly.

"Cut."

Zhong Jinyun put his gaze back on the iPad, but thought to himself.

It would be nice if there was a net, I really don't know how they played, Tianjin heard that it is not strong, it should win.

……

Author's note: All the nonsense is over, and the game is about to begin. The suspense has not yet been revealed, and the story continues.