Slam Dunk: Noon Sunshine

Chapter 59 Beauty Reporter

After lunch, the two of them continued to go shopping, and Haruko was keen on wandering around in various specialty shops.

Things are cheap, but there are so many varieties.

Women are worthy of being natural shoppers. They have so much physical strength in this sport that even Wang Zhengyang, who was born as an athlete, can't help but sigh.

After finally waiting for Haruko's interest to dissipate, she ran to the bathroom with a blushing face.

Wang Zhengyang also seized the time and stuffed a piece of chewing gum into his mouth.

After Haruko came back, there was no warning, and no one knew who initiated it, so the two fell in love at the corner of the street.

Seeing Haruko clumsily responding to herself with her eyes closed, and feeling the sweet taste coming from her mouth, a sense of conquest arises spontaneously.

Wang Zhengyang controlled his hands, and slowly approached Haruko's slender waist...

On Monday, Wang Zhengyang came to the arena for training wearing new shoes in a good mood.

Not only is Wang Zhengyang in a good mood, but the entire Lingnan basketball team is in good shape.

The always stinky off-roader even specially sprayed perfume, but the amount was a bit too much, and Wang Zhengyang's nose was itchy after the smell.

And even Futian, who doesn't care much about appearance, has cleaned up today, looking much more pleasing to the eye.

In addition, I don't know if it's an illusion, Wang Zhengyang feels that Xiandao's hair is stronger than ever, maybe it's because he has applied too much styling cream.

Wang Zhengyang was much calmer. When his teammates were commotioning, he still practiced dribbling slowly.

"Ball feel" is very important for a defender, Wang Zhengyang is now constantly exploring his limits.

Compared with other teammates' "grinding foreign workers" to waste time, Wang Zhengyang can be said to be very serious.

The two hands are dribbling the ball, one fast and one slow, interlaced with each other.

It seems simple, but it requires a lot of concentration and technique. After a while, dense beads of sweat began to appear on Wang Zhengyang's forehead.

At this time, the arena suddenly became quiet.

Tian Gang Maoyi led a beautiful woman in a formal dress with a smile on his face, and the sound of "tattling" high-heeled shoes on the wooden floor attracted everyone's attention.

If it was in Xiangbei, Akagi would probably roar and throw Yayoi Aida out.

However, no one in Lingnan obviously cared about the floor being ravaged by high heels. Now they care more about their personal image, and they all hold their heads up.

Like a soldier preparing to go to the battlefield, he is inspected by the general.

The two sounds of "bang bang bang" and "dada da" complemented each other, and everyone looked at Wang Zhengyang who was still dribbling the ball in the corner.

Even Yayoi Aida, who was chatting with Shigeru Tianoka, couldn't help looking at it. At this time, Wang Zhengyang's eyes were firm, and he was dribbling the basketball with both hands, like a fluttering butterfly.

Two basketballs guarded Wang Zhengyang, one left and one right, but because of the different rhythms, they seemed not so stretched.

It looks a little clumsy, but everyone present is a person who understands basketball, so they naturally understand the difficulty.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Zhengyang, even the beautiful reporter ignored it.

"99."

"100!"

After the counting was completed, Wang Zhengyang stopped his hands, heaved a sigh of relief, and looked up at him with a dozen pairs of eyes.

"?" Wang Zhengyang showed doubts, and then he saw Aida Yayoi standing not far away reservedly, also squinting at himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hehe, Reporter Aida, this is our first-year freshman Wang Zhengyang, the team's first-choice point guard!" It was Maoichi Tianoka who broke the deadlock, and he introduced Wang Zhengyang with a smile.

Aida Yayoi nodded, but didn't say much.

"This is the reporter of "Basketball Weekly" Yayoi Aida, everyone applaud and welcome." Moichi Tianoka introduced the identity of Yayoi Aida in front of everyone.

"Papa papa!" The warm applause sounded, and it was extraordinarily lively in the empty gymnasium.

"Everyone, don't be nervous. I'm here mainly to chat with you and look forward to the next qualifiers. Please speak freely." Aida Yayoi grinned, in exchange for more intense applause.

Only then did Wang Zhengyang start to mix in the crowd, blatantly looking at Yayoi Aida.

Her tall figure was perfectly contoured by a professional skirt.

The black high-heeled shoes set off the exposed leg lines, which became more and more slender, which can be called a boy killer!

Qi Er's short hair, capable and revealing a hint of naughty.The huge round earrings hide the unknown wildness.

With fair skin and big round eyes, there is a hint of charm in the purity.

Small cherry mouth, wearing red lipstick, but not gaudy.

Overall, this is a nearly ripe peach with a hint of greenness.

It is precisely because of this rare and precious trace of youthfulness that she retains the charm of killing all ages!

Perhaps because she was used to seeing all kinds of gazes, Yayoi Aida didn't feel unhappy, and instead quickly threw herself into her work.

With the sound of the shutter being clicked, the moment of Lingnan's training was recorded by the camera in Yayoi Aida's hand, and of course it was a staged shot.

Each main force got a separate shot, and Xiandao obviously received extra care.

The others didn't feel upset either, instead they happily watched Xiandao being ordered by Yayoi Aida.

"Student Xiandao, raise your hands up!"

"Student Xiandao, keep your eyes firm!"

"Student Xiandao, be cute!"

Xiandao: "...?"

Not to mention what Sendo thinks in his heart, after the group photo is finished, the rest is the one-on-one interview with Yayoi Aida.

From the coach to the bench, none of them can run.

In the vacated space, two chairs were sitting facing each other, Yayoi Aida casually crossed his legs, holding a tape recorder, paper and pen in his hand, sitting quietly.

A group of men walked in either nervously or excitedly.

Then at different times, they were either dejected, full of annoyance, or walked out as if they had completed a task.

After a while, it was Wang Zhengyang's turn.

He strode into the prepared space, and Yayoi Aida looked up with a smile when he saw him enter.

It was obviously a very professional smirk, but Wang Zhengyang felt a little danger, as if something bad would happen next.

"Student Wang Zhengyang?" Aida Yayoi pretended to look at the documents in his hand, then raised his head to look at Wang Zhengyang and asked directly, "Do you think you are better than Immortal?"

"Uh?"

Although he was well prepared from the beginning, Yayoi Aida's direct and aggressive question still made Wang Zhengyang frown slightly.

"That's right, I'm indeed better than Senior Xiandao!" Even so, Wang Zhengyang didn't intend to back down, he had already determined in his heart that he was the champion of this Lingnan branch!

"Is it because you won Xiandou in the heads-up?" Yayoi Aida continued to ask without pausing.

"Maybe!"

"But Xiandao didn't know you at that time. If you were fighting now, do you still think you can win?"

"Maybe the process will change, but the result will not change!"

"Hehe, classmate Wang Zhengyang, this is not the attitude a first-year rookie should have!" Hearing Wang Zhengyang's words, Aida Yayoi laughed back angrily.

"This is indeed not the attitude that a rookie should have, but this is the confidence that only the strong have!" Having said this, Wang Zhengyang didn't intend to hide it, and he fell back tactically after speaking.

But he forgot that the chair had no backrest, so he was so flustered that he almost fell down.

Seeing Wang Zhengyang sitting up in a panic, Aida Yayoi felt that she was a little out of control.

She persuaded with good intentions: "Student Wang Zhengyang, you are still young and have not been hit. You must know that high school is not a junior high school. The basketball world here is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

"That's it." Wang Zhengyang paused for a moment, and then said seriously: "Then let's set a small goal first."

"Become recognized as the number one high school student in the country!"

(End of this chapter)