Chapter 1 Double Tragedy
Dixing Basketball Park is a basketball sanctuary for basketball enthusiasts in Donghua City. Only those with a certain level of skill dare to play here, otherwise they will definitely die miserably.
Today, the center court, which symbolizes the highest stage, was surrounded by circles of fans. They were very excited that the Streetball League had come here for a tour led by the sponsor. What made them even more excited was that Wuyun, who was known as the streetball king, was willing to accept the challenge of Donghua's basketball fans.
Many masters accepted the challenge, but the results were very ugly, after all, he was the streetball king.
The challenger now is a tall but well-proportioned handsome boy.
No one knew who he was, and he had never played basketball at the Dixing Stadium before. At first, the fans had no hope for him, thinking that he would be defeated soon, and might even be fooled by the streetball king. However, as he put the basketball into the basket one by one, the fans went crazy. They were all from Donghua, and of course they hoped that a local could defeat the nationally famous streetball king. For them, this was also a matter of honor.
The game was going on tensely, with each side scoring the ball and accumulating scores without giving in to the other.
At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out from the crowd: "I know who he is, he is Rukawa Kaede from Donghua University. Our Donghua University entered the quarterfinals of CUBA this year thanks to his three-point buzzer-beater!"
What?
As soon as the identity of the man on the field was revealed, the crowd immediately became agitated. Donghua University has a strong basketball atmosphere. This year is the first time that Donghua University has entered the quarterfinals of CUBA. So... the handsome guy instantly enjoyed the treatment of a hero. Many people began to shout for him in unison: "Rukawa Kaede, come on! Rukawa Kaede, come on!"
Rukawa Kaede is just a nickname of Yang Mo, which is widely spread among girls. Now he seems a little embarrassed to be called by it on this court. In fact, he likes Sakuragi Hanamichi more.
Amid the cheers, the game soon came to the most crucial goal. The first four games were tied at 2-2, and now it was the last goal of the fifth game. Whoever scored would win, and the ball belonged to Yang Mo.
Yang Mo bent over and dribbled the ball outside the three-point line. Although his body was soaked with sweat and his strength was declining rapidly, he was still confident that he could hit the ball. From childhood to adulthood, the more critical the moment, the more accurate his shooting became.
He has made countless key shots, and he believes this time will be no exception.
Wu Yun didn't want to lose. He was the king of streetball, and he couldn't afford to lose more than Yang Mo. However, from a technical and tactical perspective, he was indeed not as good as Yang Mo, and he had no height advantage. His only advantage was strength. Therefore, his defensive moves were very large, and Yang Mo was thrown down from the air by him several times. If it was a regular game, he would definitely be sent off. But this was streetball, and the rule was: it was not a foul if there was no blood, and it might not be a foul even if there was blood.
Bang!
Yang Mo suddenly made an emergency stop, with a very large range of motion. Wu Yun took the fake move and shifted his center of gravity unnaturally to the right. Yang Mo immediately moved to the left, preparing to use this gap to break through to the basket and finish the game with a layup.
However, at this moment, his foot was suddenly tripped by someone, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and the basketball was out of control.
Wuyun quickly rushed over to pick up the basketball , then rushed into the basket and hit the ball.
“MORE opennnnnnn………”
A tearing sound came from the broken speakers beside the court, and suddenly the whole court went crazy.
Half of the people cheered for the victory of Streetball King, and the other half felt sorry for Yang Mo. The ball just now was definitely not his fault, and they wanted to get the last ball again, even if the ball belonged to Wuyun.
But the game was over. Wuyun was already accepting cheers and high-fiving people. He had finally won, so how could he possibly come back for another fight?
Yang Mo was lying in the middle of the court, breathing heavily. He was not convinced. He was full of grievances. He had never seen anyone play basketball so dirty. Defense relied on wrestling and offense relied on elbows. What was the difference between this and fighting?
"Oh shit!"
Yang Mo cursed in his heart and tried to get up by supporting himself with his hands. At this moment, a hand was extended to him. He raised his eyes upwards and saw a face full of arrogance.
Yang Mo rolled his eyes at him, muttering in his heart, "Are you trying to show off your noble character as a winner?" After looking at him with some disdain, he got up on his own. As soon as Yang Mo stood up, his height immediately overwhelmed the little braided Wuyun in the dilonggou. Wuyun was only about 1.75 meters tall, while Yang Mo was 1.93 meters tall, with long arms and legs and a well-proportioned figure. His appearance was so stunning that there was nothing left of him. But... so what, the winner now was the little braided one.
"I'd like to invite you to join our team. You're the most formidable challenger we've ever seen in this national tour. I almost lost to you." This guy, who some people call the Chinese Streetball King, raised his head and made an invitation to Yang Mo in a very arrogant manner, as if he was giving her an opportunity.
Yang Mo sneered and said calmly: "If there hadn't been some accidents, it would have been uncertain who would win or lose. I will win again tomorrow."
Having said that, Yang Mo turned and walked out.
Wu Yun was a little afraid of Yang Mo. He knew better than anyone how hard it was to win this time. But in front of so many people, he couldn't ruin his reputation as the streetball king, so he shouted, "Come on, I'm going to make you admit defeat with all your heart."
"See you tomorrow."
After saying this, Yang Mo squeezed out of the court.
After Yang Mo squeezed out of the court, a fat guy immediately chased after her. He was about the same height as Yang Mo, but weighed twice as much as Yang Mo. He caught up with her panting and complained unconvincedly: "This is not fair at all. That guy plays like a spinning top, spinning non-stop, and he dribbles a lot, flips his wrist, and pulls people to commit fouls. If it was a regular game, you would definitely be able to beat him 5-0."
Yang Mo shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and said with a helpless smile: "There is nothing we can do. They said it was street ball and there were no rules."
"Why don't you just play rugby and run around with a ball? That would be great."
"Never mind, I'll come back and beat him up tomorrow. Let's fill our stomachs first." Yang Mo patted his belly and pointed to a row of food stalls in front that had just opened.
"Let's go!" The fat man became excited immediately when he mentioned eating, and hurriedly pulled Yang Mo forward.
Just as the two were about to cross the road, the roar of an engine came from far away, piercing their eardrums.
The two stopped and prepared to wait for the car to pass before crossing the road, but a red shadow stopped in front of them with a brake sound. Then, the car door slowly rose, and a slender white jade leg stretched out...
The Ferrari owner got out of the car, she was extremely beautiful, fresh and refined yet a little wild, her expression had both the chastity of a saint and the charm of a slut. In short, this was a beauty who could easily outshine most female stars.
"Sister-in-law!" The fat man next to her was a little surprised at first, and then he exclaimed: "Why are you here?"
When Yang Mo saw the girl, he was happy at first, but then felt a little melancholy.
The beauty who was called sister-in-law by the fat man rolled her eyes at the fat man in obvious displeasure and said, "Who is your sister-in-law?"
The fat man was a little slow to react when he heard this. He looked up at Yang Mo and said, "This isn't..."
Before he could express his doubts, Yang Mo spoke up and sent him away: "Haozi, you go first, I'll be here later."
The fat man glanced at the beautiful woman with an indifferent face, muttered a few words, and quickly crossed the road.
As soon as the fat man walked away, the beautiful woman said something cold: "Yang Mo, let's break up!"
Yang Mo shuddered after hearing this, and he felt a chill on his back. All of a sudden, he couldn't help but panic, and the sweet words of the previous vows of love inexplicably came to his mind. He felt a blockage in his chest and couldn't speak.
"Just be straightforward. I don't want to waste time with you like this anymore. You can't give me what I want. You can't afford a Ferrari in your lifetime..." The beautiful woman's words became colder and sharper, piercing Yang Mo's heart and making the blood flow: "You don't even have parents. I don't want to suffer with you."
"I told you, I will try my best..." Yang Mo gritted her teeth and tried hard to explain.
However, what she got in return was an even heavier blow: "Work hard? Do you think working hard is useful in today's society? Now it's all about relying on your father, so what's the point of working hard? Face the reality, Yang Mo, and stop being so naive."
When Yan Li said this indifferently, Yang Mo looked at her in confusion. At this moment, he felt that this woman who had slept with him for two years was very strange. It turned out that... all along, what he knew was just an illusion of her.
At this moment, Yang Mo suddenly gave up. She took two deep breaths and said slowly, "Since you have made up your mind, let's break up. I wish you happiness."
"Thank you!" Yan Li smiled faintly, turned around and got into the car, and waved to Yang Mo in a friendly manner: "Goodbye! No, never see you again!"
Yan Li said this indifferently, put on her sunglasses, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
"It turns out that love is not as indestructible as imagined!"
Yang Mo smiled faintly, his face was filled with the ashes of love. He shook his head vigorously, and suddenly pointed at the sky and roared: "What's this 'love is enough to satisfy one's hunger'? It's all a fucking lie. Only money, only money is the most important thing. Fuck you!"
Yang Mo roared, trying to vent all the anger in his heart. Suddenly, he found that the sky he was looking at with angry eyes had changed a little, and a bright light rushed down from the distant clouds.
A shooting star?
Yang Mo muttered subconsciously in his heart, and the ball of orange-yellow light had already appeared in front of him...it turned out to be a basketball made of a yellow light net.
Am I dreaming?
Yang Mo rubbed his eyes and suddenly felt his body shaken. The orange-yellow light net basketball hit his chest heavily, and then he fell to the ground, unconscious.
After Yang Mo's mind went blank and he completely forgot about everything around him, he only felt a burst of heat in his chest. Then he discovered that there was a six-pointed star shining with colorful light slowly rotating in his chest... This was a very absurd feeling, but Yang Mo really felt it.
