"Ah? Are you sure?" Carlo felt that Reese was not a suitable tour guide.

Nie Chuan also looked over. If he wanted to go out and play, he would rather go with the brainless Carlo, at least the atmosphere would be relaxed. But with Reese... what the hell!

"Yeah." Reese nodded.

Nie Chuan had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and looked at Carlo: "Then Carlo, do you want to go?"

Carlo shook his head: "I'm not interested in places like Wall Street and the Statue of Liberty. You can enjoy it slowly."

Compared to these tourist attractions, Carlo would probably prefer to go to shopping malls or bars and be surrounded by beautiful women!

This guy has no loyalty and only knows how to think from below!

"Okay..." Nie Chuan felt extremely disappointed.

Lunch was finished like this. Nie Chuan followed Reese with his head down. When he went out, he almost bumped into Reese's back.

Liston paused, turned around and asked calmly: "If you don't want me to take you, you can go by yourself, or go back to the hotel to rest."

"No! No! I was just thinking that the pixel of my phone is not high enough, and I wanted to take a few clearer pictures of myself and put them on Facebook so that my classmates in China can also see them." Nie Chuan tried hard to find excuses for himself.

"My phone has higher pixels than yours."

"Ah? Oh."

Then I wouldn’t dare let you take a photo of me!

That’s right, he took photos when he arrived at the tourist attractions. He, Nie Chuan, is such a vulgar person!

This place is close to Wall Street, and you don't even need to take the bus. Nie Chuan followed Reese. New York is a steel garden. Nie Chuan likes the modern atmosphere here. Sometimes he can't help but stop to watch the advertisements played on the LED screens in the mall.

Every time he turned around, worried that Reese had gone far away, he found that he was standing beside him and looking at him. There was no expression on his face, and it was hard to tell whether he was impatient or mocking Nie Chuan for being a bumpkin. He just looked at him.

And every time Nie Chuan looked back, he would look away and continue walking forward.

When they walked to a chocolate shop, Reese suddenly stopped.

"Would you like to buy some?" Reese asked.

He stood at the door of the chocolate shop with his hands in his pockets, looking like someone in a print advertisement. Nie Chuan couldn't imitate him at all.

"Chocolate?" Nie Chuan was very happy. He saw the store from a distance, but he felt that Reese was the kind of person who would keep moving forward once he had determined his goal and would not stop to look around.

"Yes. The owner of this store is a Belgian who has been selling handmade chocolates in New York for a long time. The history of this store is older than mine."

"Then I'll go in and take a look!" Nie Chuan turned around and pushed the door open.

Reese followed him with his pockets in his hands.

The shapes of these chocolates are not square like those sold in shopping malls, but they look appetizing and have round shapes.

From the most common milk chocolate to black truffles, Nie Chuan swallowed his saliva as he saw the chocolates. Then he found that the prices of chocolates were really a bit expensive.

"What do you like?" Reese's voice came to my ears, with a warm mist.

Nie Chuan turned his face to the side, and the tip of his nose almost brushed against the other person's cheek. Only then did he realize that Reese was so close to him?

We have to pick it quickly! Reese must not like waiting for people.

"Hmm...milk flavor, and this banana flavor!"

"The rum one is good too. The black truffle one is our signature." Reese said lightly.

Nie Chuan cried in his heart. If he hadn't spent all his spare time practicing basketball, he would have worked part-time like Zhou Bin and Mao Xian, and earned a lot of pocket money.

"Black truffles are so expensive, I can only buy one. But I can buy several milk and banana ones." Nie Chuan said honestly.

Reese looked at the clerk and ordered the items row by row through the glass: "Take three of each of these."

"Sir, our chocolate does not have preservatives, so it must be consumed within a week. Isn't this too much for you?" the clerk kindly reminded.

"Won't."

Nie Chuan wondered if Reese was going to buy some for everyone to eat together?

The clerk wrapped the chocolate securely and it was easy to carry.

"Let's go." Reese's hand went around the back of Nie Chuan's head and patted his ear.

“I haven’t bought it yet!”

"Didn't I buy it for you?" Reese hooked Nie Chuan's collar and dragged him out of the chocolate shop.

"You bought it for me?"

"As for you, you've finished eating before you get back to school, right?" Reese said coldly.

"Are you really giving it to me? It's so expensive!" Nie Chuan confirmed again.

Reese squinted his eyes and glanced at Nie Chuan: "How about I go back?"

"no, I'm fine!"

Nie Chuan reached out to grab the chocolate, but Reese raised his hand high, and their movements were like playing basketball.

People passing by couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"No chocolate before bed, got it?"

"I wouldn't get fat even if I ate it all."

"I mean, brush your teeth."

"……All right."

They walked and walked, and finally arrived at the legendary Wall Street.

Nie Chuan was stunned as he looked at the narrow street: "Is this Wall Street?"

"Um."

"...Aren't the Morgan Consortium, the DuPont Consortium, and the American Stock Exchange all here?"

“Now the only bank left is the New York Federal Reserve.”

"oh."

"The essence is hidden inside, not outside," Reese said in Chinese.

Nie Chuan suddenly exclaimed, and asked, "Reese, who did you learn Chinese from?"

"My mother."

“Is your mother Chinese?”

"No. She studied Asian culture in college and spent her time in China until I was five."

"Ah! No wonder your Chinese is so good!" Nie Chuan patted Reese's shoulder with admiration.

"You should also speak English well."

“…”

Just pretend he didn't say anything.

Reese took him for a stroll on Wall Street, and Nie Chuan found that as long as he calmed down, he could still feel the atmosphere in the movie.

He put his hands in his pockets, half tilted his head, and glanced at these old buildings. Even the mottled fine lines were full of charm to Nie Chuan.

When he walked to the Federal National Memorial and turned around, he saw Reese holding up his mobile phone and taking a picture of him.

"Hey! What did you take a picture of me?" Nie Chuan walked quickly to Reese's side and leaned over to take a look.

"I'll pass it on to you when I get back."

"Now show me! You didn't take the picture of me almost falling down on the stone steps just now, did you?"

“Yes.”

"What? No! Delete it, delete it!"

This guy must want to keep his embarrassing appearance and use it to laugh at him in the future.

Reese stuffed the phone directly into his pocket and turned sideways to avoid Nie Chuan's grab.

"Hey! That's my photo! My portrait rights!"

"Then you can just take selfies from now on." Reese said coldly.

“How can I possibly take a selfie?”

Stretch out your arms and make a scissors sign to the camera? He can't do it!

"Let's go." Reese continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Nie Chuan had no choice but to follow and wait for an opportunity to take Reese's phone.

As they walked, they came to the most famous bronze bull on Wall Street.

Nie Chuan pointed at it and said to Reese, "That's the bull! I heard that if you touch its balls and buy stocks, the market will always be bullish!"

"How can it be."

"I want to touch it!"

Just as Nie Chuan was about to run over, Reese pulled him back: "Are you trading stocks?"

"No." Nie Chuan shook his head.

"No, what are you touching?"

“Maybe I’ll trade stocks in the future!”

Nie Chuan broke free from Reese and ran forward. He circled the bronze bull, came to its tail, and then happily reached out to grab it.

The collar was grabbed again and Reese lifted him over.

"Very stupid."

"Since you're here, just be silly for a while."

Nie Chuan stretched his hand down again, and Reese directly grabbed his wrist.

“It’s dirty.”

"Oh my! Those are not real cow balls! How can they be dirty!" Nie Chuan suddenly didn't understand Reese's persistence.

“A lot of people have touched it.”

"Oh, is that so? Don't worry, I will wash my hands before dinner!"

"Ogawa."

Nie Chuan's shoulders paused. He looked at Reese helplessly and protested, "Don't call me 'Xiaochuan' all of a sudden!"

It's so frustrating!

"Touching the bronze bull is not for making money from stock speculation, but for gaining courage and strength."

"Ah? So that's how it is!"

After Reese's explanation, it feels a lot more sophisticated!

"So you don't need to touch the bronze bull's balls." Reese pulled Nie Chuan's hand, covered the back of his hand, and gently pressed him against the bronze bull's body, "That's it."

Nie Chuan: But I still want to touch the bronze bull's balls! This is highly recommended by many classmates!

"Xiaochuan, you need to grow up quickly."

Am I also a middle school student in your heart?

"I need a partner, not a student."

Reese let go of Nie Chuan's hand. At that moment, Nie Chuan's heart seemed to be filled with something.

Is this what the so-called "courage and strength" is?

"Let's go. Don't you still want to see the Statue of Liberty?"

Reese tilted his head and turned away.

“Oh, here it comes!”

While Reese was turning around, Nie Chuan was about to touch the copper bull's eggs again. Before his hand touched them, he heard Reese's voice: "I told you not to touch its eggs."

What the hell! Do you know what I want to do even if you turn your back?

Nie Chuan bid farewell to the bronze bull with regret, looking back at its tail every two steps.

Well, next time he comes to Wall Street, he must touch it!

That night, they were still near the Statue of Liberty and didn't have time to return to the hotel.

Reese took Nie Chuan to a Chinese restaurant and had a seafood meal, which made Nie Chuan feel very satisfied. When Reese went to the bathroom, he left his phone on the table.

Good opportunity! Delete the embarrassing photos!

Nie Chuan seized the opportunity and turned on Reese's phone, only to find that there was a password!

Oh my god! If he knew Reese's birthday, he would have given it a try!

"1209." Reese's voice rang out.

When Nie Chuan turned around, he saw the other person standing beside him with his hands in his pockets, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"What?"

Reese raised his chin and looked at the phone screen.

"Password?" Nie Chuan tried to enter it, but found that the password was wrong. "Hey, not this one?"

"Of course not that. Who would be stupid enough to use their birthday as a password?" Reese leaned over and took the phone away easily.

Is using your birthday as a password stupid?

Nie Chuan felt pain in his knees.

"What is 1209?"

"My birthday."

"It's not a password, why are you telling me?"

Was it really to play a trick on him?

"I asked you to remember my birthday. Now you can't forget it, right?" Reese raised his eyebrows and went to the front desk to pay the bill with his hands in his pockets.

Nie Chuan hated it so much that his teeth itched!

Well, since you paid for it, I forgive you!

After dinner, they returned to the hotel, packed their things, and Reese leaned against the head of the bed  to read a book .

Nie Chuan was sitting at the head of the bed, holding his phone and playing a super childish game. He occasionally turned his head to look at Reese, and he could deeply feel the gap between himself and his male god. Even if Reese didn't wear glasses, as long as he looked at  the book with a focused expression , he would have an elegant temperament.

Before going to bed, Nie Chuan's phone vibrated. When he opened it, he saw that Reese had sent him the photos he had taken today.

The way he walks, the way he holds his hands in his pockets and looks up at the sky, the way he stretches his head to look at the sculptures on the building, each one is natural.

I don’t know why, but Nie Chuan always feels that he looks particularly beautiful in the photos, which makes him almost narcissistic.

"I didn't expect you to make me look so handsome!" Nie Chuan smiled with satisfaction.

"That's because I didn't send it to you because it's ugly." Reese put the phone on the bedside table, turned over and went to sleep.

“…”

So are you going to lay eggs with my ugly photos?

Nie Chuan lay in bed and posted all the photos on  Facebook .

Soon, I received more than a dozen comments from high school classmates:

Chuanzi, you are so artistic that I can't recognize you! I am more used to seeing you as the rustic Chuan.

Nie Chuan replied: Get lost!

Wow! Nie Chuan! I never noticed your legs are so long before?

Nie Chuan replied: Buddy, I’m almost 1.80 meters tall, hahaha!

I didn’t realize you were so handsome before. I shouldn’t have pretended I didn’t hear you when you confessed to me!

Nie Chuan replied: It’s too late to regret now!

The person who takes your photo doesn’t necessarily like you very much if he is not the photographer.

Nie Chuan replied: Why?

Because in the lens of someone who likes you, all your attractive features will be captured.

The message was left by a talented girl from Nie Chuan's high school days. Although the words sounded sour, Nie Chuan still admitted that his heart was touched.

He glanced at Reese in the other bed, whose breathing was steady.

Oh, if I were a pretty girl, everything would be romantic.

But he is a man, and the words "because in the lens of a person who likes you, all your attractive features will be retained" make Nie Chuan feel painful.

The next morning, Nie Chuan was woken up by Reese, and they were about to go back.

When Nie Chuan was about to walk out of the room with his bag on his back and yawning, Reese suddenly said, "Nie Chuan, have you put away your underwear?"

"Bottom..." Nie Chuan then realized that the pants he hung on the wall were gone.

"In the closet."

"Ah!" Nie Chuan opened the closet and found that his pants were really hanging there. He reached out and touched them and they were not completely dry yet. "Why are they here? Didn't I hang them outside?"

"Do you want me to sleep looking at your panties?" Reese asked back.

Nie Chuan was speechless... This is what he did when he went traveling with Zhou Bin or Mao Xian!

Reese hooked his fingers through Nie Chuan's pants, went to the bathroom, turned on the hair dryer and started blowing.

Nie Chuan stood at the door of the bathroom, watching Reese's slender fingers moving in his pants, and the movements were slow and tiring. Nie Chuan suddenly felt that his little brother was itching.

"I'll blow it myself!" Nie Chuan squeezed in with two or three steps and quickly snatched his underwear back from Reese.

"It's done." Reese threw his pants over Nie Chuan's nose.

"Hey! These are my underwear!"

Reese acted as if he hadn't heard anything, turned around, picked up his bag and walked away.

They returned to school.

Reese brought the video of the game to Coach Gordon.

The senior coach held his chin and watched the entire game, and finally rewound to the moment when Nie Chuan dribbled past Owen.

"Reese, he has improved very quickly, and his jumping ability and speed have also grown. This is rare. On the outside, we can't just rely on Ewing, which will put a lot of pressure on Ewing and allow opponents to block our outside scoring ability more specifically."

"I know." Reese nodded, "I will improve his shooting percentage."

“And…on offense, we can’t limit Allen to a supporting role forever.”

"Um."

Nie Chuan returned to the room and was doing heel raises while watching a soap opera.

His cell phone rang, and when he picked it up, it was Ewing.

"Hello, Ewing? Why are you calling me? What's the matter?"

"Are you free? I'm at the basketball court and want to talk to you. If you're tired, then maybe next time?"

"Ah, I'm free! I'll be right out!"

Nie Chuan grabbed his coat and walked out.

When he arrived at the basketball court, he saw Ewing sitting on the basketball with his chin supported. He didn't know how long he had been waiting for him.

The white light fell on Ewing. Although there were other people playing basketball on the court and the shouting and noise were endless, Nie Chuan felt that Ewing was a little lonely.

"Alan, I didn't expect you to really come." Ewing smiled widely when he saw Nie Chuan.

"Yeah!" Nie Chuan sat down next to You Yin and said half-jokingly, "What's the matter? You Yin, are you heartbroken? Do you need me, an expert on heartbreak, to comfort you?"

Ewing punched Nie Chuan on the shoulder: "It's just that after the game with CBU, I had a lot of thoughts."

"what idea?"

"I used to think that as long as I had a high enough three-point shooting accuracy, it would be fine. It didn't matter if I had speed, skills or the explosiveness of Carlo and Montenegro, I just had to have my own highlights. But if you didn't pass the ball to me and other teammates didn't help me contain the opponent, I wouldn't have had a chance to shoot at all."

Ewing raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Ewing?"

"I envy you so much, Nie Chuan. When you first played against Heishan, I knew you had great potential. But I really didn't expect you to improve so quickly. You on the court this weekend are completely different from you were back then. And I haven't improved at all."

"Ewing! No matter how much I practice, it won't affect your accuracy!" Nie Chuan put his arm around Ewing's shoulder.

"So let's practice complementary exercises."

"Complementary practice?" Nie Chuan asked curiously.

"Yes, I want to practice dribbling with you. Then, if you want, I'll practice shooting with you."

"Great!" Nie Chuan thought this was a great idea and it would also strengthen the tacit understanding between him and Ewing.

"But your packing practice target is Reese now. He should be able to drain all your energy for the whole day!"

"There's still the weekend! We can practice together! And I don't have class on Wednesday afternoon, but Reese has a discussion class, so we can be together again!" Nie Chuan has already started planning his and Ewing's practice schedule.

Nie Chuan and Ewing pressed their thumbs together and made the decision happily.

Practicing with Ewing was a very special experience. He was not as useless as he thought except shooting. On the contrary, Ewing's ability to move without the ball was very strong, which benefited Nie Chuan a lot.

After the two of them practiced basketball on weekends, Nie Chuan would take him to a nearby Chinese restaurant to eat barbecue and Sichuan cuisine. Especially when eating spicy hot pot, Ewing's eyes were clearly filled with tears and his nose was red. He handed the bowl to Nie Chuan and said, "Please help me mix the sauce!"

"Hey, Ewing, you have such a high three-point shooting percentage. How many shots do you practice every day?"

"I haven't calculated it. But no matter how busy I am, I will stick to it for two hours every day. But shooting from the spot is useless because during the game, the opponent will always interfere."

"That's why you need me to practice with you!"

 In the library on Monday  , Carlo propped up his chin and watched Ewing helping Nie Chuan find books in front of the  bookshelf  , and touched his chin.

He nudged Heishan who was standing beside him and said, "Have you noticed that Allen and Ewing have suddenly become very close?"

"We are all teammates, isn't it good to be close to each other?" Montenegro asked back.

"Because I'm jealous! Why isn't I the one who's close to Alan?" Carlo complained.

"Because your brain makes Alan feel that communication is impossible." Montenegro was speechless.

At this time, Reese walked over with  the books and slowly put each  book back on the bookshelf.

Carlo couldn't wait to step forward: "Reese! Look! There's something wrong with Allen and Ewing!"

Reese followed Carlo's gaze and saw Nie Chuan carrying Ewing on his back with a smile, and Ewing took the book on the top.

"Look! I said there's no need for a ladder! I can carry you faster than looking for a ladder!" Nie Chuan turned around and smiled naturally.

“It seems to be true!”

Reese didn't say anything. Carlo came to his side and said with a strange smile: "Hey, don't you think there are pink bubbles coming out between Allen and Ewing?"