Slam Dunk: Noon Sunshine

Chapter 20 Happy Basketball

Fukuda was not discouraged after losing countless times to Xiandao. In his cognition, Xiandao, who was in the same grade as himself, was worthy of the title of lifelong enemy!

And when he heard that Xiandao had been defeated, Futian's first reaction was not to believe it, so he began to approach Wang Zhengyang secretly.

I want to see what kind of person this guy who defeated Xiandao is.

After a few days of secret observation, Futian found that Wang Zhengyang was not overbearing, and even looked like a very ordinary high school student.

That is, there is no tall figure, nor a strong physique!But it was such a person who defeated Xiandao, which was recognized by Fukuda!

So Futian made up his mind, he wanted to test Wang Zhengyang by himself.

Originally, Fukuda was full of confidence. He thought that even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't lose too badly.

But it turns out that he was wrong, very wrong!

Not only did he lose, but it was a disastrous defeat with no ability to fight back. Facing Wang Zhengyang, who was one year younger than himself, Futian felt his face was flushed, and he lowered his head and dared not look directly at Wang Zhengyang!

"You're wasting your talent, you know?" Wang Zhengyang's voice sounded in his ear, and Futian raised his head in surprise.

"Talent?" This word Fukuda has never heard from other people's evaluation of himself. In his mind, the word "talent" should belong to a genius like Xiandao!

Hearing Wang Zhengyang mention this word at first, Futian felt a little joy in his heart.

"That's right, it seems to me that you are playing with talent now!" Wang Zhengyang continued without waiting for Fukuda to express anything: "Fukuda-san, what do you think is the biggest difference between the two of us?"

"Is it talent? Is your talent better?" Fukuda asked with some uncertainty.

"No, seriously, we both have similar talents, and your talent is even stronger than mine, after all, you are taller!" Although high does not mean absolute talent, but here Wang Zhengyang secretly changed the concept, which did not arouse Futian's objection.

On the contrary, because Wang Zhengyang praised his talent, Futian felt that Wang Zhengyang was a great guy.

"So it's because of the hard training?"

"Sang Futian should train himself hard every day, right?" Wang Zhengyang didn't answer directly, but instead asked Futian.

"Well, every day is like hell!" Fukuda seemed to have remembered something terrible, and couldn't help shaking his body.

"Then we're equally as hard-working!"

"Could it be because of his looks?" Fukuda finally added with some uncertainty: "I mean, some people are born with good skin and are more suitable to be basketball stars!"

Wang Zhengyang was shocked by Futian's brain circuit, and then he remembered another thing.

At the beginning, A Mu, who seemed mature and stable, was also angry because he was called an uncle!

Often you think that people with a bad appearance should know that they are ugly, but in fact, everyone cares about some of their shortcomings.

At the beginning, Coach Tian Gang misjudged Fukuda's character because of his appearance and behavior during his time, which also led to the later tragedy.

It is not unreasonable to think about Fukuda's words carefully. Just like the later NBA rookies, fans don't understand their strength, they just judge the strength of this person based on their appearance.

This is the so-called face of a football star. Some people look like a big shot in the future, and some people look like a water dispenser administrator.

It is very similar to the sixth sense of human beings, and as we all know, the sixth sense is extremely unreliable!

"Futian-san, you are wrong, you are very wrong!" Wang Zhengyang used a tone of hatred for iron and steel, and sprayed at Futian indiscriminately.

"Athletes rely on their strength on the court to determine their status. Can they become stars only by their appearance? That is the entertainment industry, not the category of competitive sports!"

"Is that so? I'm sorry, Mr. Zhengyang, I was wrong!" Futian seriously apologized to Wang Zhengyang for his irresponsible thoughts.

"Hey, Fukuda-san, don't you understand the distance between us?"

"I also ask Mr. Zhengyang to teach me a thing or two!"

Wang Zhengyang picked up the basketball casually and looked at the sunset in the distance!

"Experience, the difference between you and me is experience!"

"Experience?" Fukuda was surprised and repeated these two words in confusion.

"That's right, although you are one year older than me, in terms of basketball experience, I have a lot more experience than you!"

According to God's memories, Fukuda's basketball career should start in the last year of middle school.

To put it bluntly, he is actually another version of Sakuragi Hanamichi, but it is a pity that he does not have Sakuragi's aura of the protagonist, and the buff bonus from a certain little girl!

He was able to get to where he is today, entirely because of his own hard work.Originally, Tian Gang Maoyi would be a very good bole, but unfortunately the contradictions between the two parties are irreconcilable at this stage.

Unless someone bows his head first, and the person who bows his head can only be Moichi Tian Gang!

As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell needs to be untied. Wang Zhengyang did not intend to break the knot between the two, but it is possible to make some insignificant efforts to pave the way for the future victory.

"For Fukuda-san at this stage, what you need is experience, experience in competitions, experience in training, you can't make a big climate behind closed doors!" That's all for now, as for whether Futian will listen to it or not, Wang Zhengyang doesn't care.

Looking at Futian who was silent under the streetlight, Wang Zhengyang, who had planned to leave, seemed to see his former self in an instant.

At that time, Wang Zhengyang hadn't joined the sports school yet, and because of his personality, he didn't have many friends.

The greatest joy of every day is to release your emotions on the simple outdoor basketball court with an old basketball in your arms.

At that time, Wang Zhengyang was like a lonely dancer, imitating the skills of the stars he saw on TV. Although he didn't get the point, he was still happy.

It's just that after the strenuous exercise, Wang Zhengyang, who was covered in sweat, was sitting on the ground, panting, but he was greeted with boundless loneliness!

At this time, Wang Zhengyang made a decision.

"Fukuda-san, do you usually train on this court?"

"Ah."

"So, if you don't mind, can I come here to train with you starting tomorrow after the team's activities are finished?"

"Ok?"

"Haha, that's it. See you tomorrow." Wang Zhengyang picked up his schoolbag and left without giving Futian a chance to react.

Looking at the back of Wang Zhengyang leaving, Futian suddenly felt a warm current rushing to his heart.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of being valued. Wang Zhengyang is really a good person!"

Wang Zhengyang, who didn't know that he had been issued a good person card, still boarded the tram home at this time.

The night view of Kanagawa is beautiful, and Wang Zhengyang also feels beautiful in his heart.

It seems that he helped Fukuda, but in fact he also completed the sublimation of himself.

Although Wang Zhengyang in his previous life loved basketball, he mostly used basketball as a tool to show his value in life.

Especially after returning from injury, he desperately wanted to prove himself. At that time, he had already lost the initial feeling that basketball brought him, which was happiness.

And Wang Zhengyang in this life is more concerned about what basketball can bring him. The thinking mode of an adult determines that he has embarked on a wrong path from the very beginning.

And just now, Wang Zhengyang made up his mind.No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will play basketball happily in this life.

It's probably the type where one person holds the ball and nine people panic!

(End of this chapter)