Not to mention playing basketball, maybe the basketball court can't be entered, so it doesn't matter whether the person who accompanies him can play or not, the important thing is that as long as there is an adult!

Watching Ming Ze stubbornly pick up the ball again and again, and throw it into the basket again and again, she inexplicably felt a sour nose, just because she didn't have a father.

Therefore, a seven or eight-year-old child has to live so carefully, and the damage caused by this childhood may not be healed when he grows up......

"Hahaha......" The children began to laugh, and the laughter was full of mockery.

"Long and tall, like a girl, she has no strength at all, so it's strange if you can throw it in."

"That is, you thought that if you came with a monk, he would be different from before?"

"Hahaha......"

"He's a vixen, seducing other men everywhere, even monks don't let go......"

"Disgusting, I want to hit him as soon as I see him......"

"This kind of person is even dirty in his blood, and he doesn't know how to go out with a face......"

The children's unbearable ridicule did not stop Mingze.

He just continued to shoot with red eyes, and it was not difficult to see that he had heard too many of these words, and he had long been numb.

As long as you don't beat him, he can still live well......

In this world, there is a kind of harm like an invisible blade, that is, language, the knife does not see blood, the knife is painful, and the killing is invisible.

Jian Junxi felt like her heart was stung by a wasp, and began to ache faintly, she knew that children were simple blank paper.

To be able to scold such ugly words, it must have come from the mouths of adults, and they cannot be blamed, but this kind of great harm should not be borne by a child.

At least, she felt that she needed to do something, and when she looked up at the basketball hoop, she felt a sense of familiarity.

She thought that her former self should be able to fight, pursed her dry lips and said, "Mingze, can you let your uncle try it?" ”

"Hmm......" Mingze picked up the basketball on the ground and lowered his head as he handed it to her, as if trying to hide the fog in his eyes......

Jian Junxi took the basketball with a big hand, it felt very good, and there was an indescribable familiarity in his heart.

With her eyes shining, she lifted the basketball with her long, frostbite-covered index finger, and let the basketball spin in circles on her fingertips.

"Wow, this monk is so powerful, I thought only Sakuragi Hanamichi could turn?"

"Cut, a lot of people will be okay!"

"Oh my God, it's so steady, I think he must be very good at basketball......"

"This move is so handsome, I really want to learn it......"

"If you can turn the ball, you don't necessarily play, you practice every day, practice for a few years, believe it or not, you turn better than him!"

A senior boy said unconvinced, glaring at Jian Junxi angrily.

Ming Ze, who heard the voice, suddenly looked up, and when he saw the basketball spinning in a circle on Jian Junxi's index finger.

The crystal eyes were full of joy, and he said hoarsely: "Uncle, you are so powerful, I want to learn, can you teach me?" ”

"Okay!" After Jian Junxi finished speaking, he handsomely lifted the basketball with one hand.

As if possessed by the prince of basketball, he gently threw the ball into the air, and the basketball flew to the basketball hoop, touched the rebound, and then fell to the edge of the basket, and after two turns, it fell steadily into the bag......

For a while, the audience was silent......

All the children's pupils widened, and even Mingze's eyes were full of disbelief.

Jian Junxi took a few steps forward and handsomely dribbled the ball outside the three-point line

(End of chapter)