Fast time travel: I sell mobile phones in another world

Chapter 343 Chapter 342, The Power of Idols
The voice of the boy in the school uniform made the red hair wake up like a dream.

He looked at Ding Yelei in disbelief, and said something that he had never thought of.

"Why are you here?"

When Ding Yelei treated the red-haired boy, he was not as friendly as he was with the boy in school uniform. He still had a straight face.

Hongmao was not deterred by Ding Lei's cold eyes, and did not realize that what he said was inappropriate. It was as if he had forgotten that he was still shouting just now.

He burst into tears suddenly, tears streaming down his face.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Ding Yelei's cold eyes could no longer be maintained.

Although he hated punks very much, but facing fans who were so excited to see him, no one was a sage, so how could he not have any fluctuations in his heart.

Hongmao cried for a while, then looked at Ding Yelei excitedly again.

"You...can you sign me?"

Ding Yelei was thinking at this time, it turned out that he had been hurt so badly, and among the group of gangsters he hated the most, he also had his own fanatical fans.

This feeling is a bit indescribably complicated.

So Ding Yelei didn't reply in time.

An Ning thought it was Hong Mao who spoke badly just now, and Ding Yelei was still angry.

She looked at Hong Mao angrily.

"Who is the stupid guy who just said? Who are you going to hit?? You are so powerful and you still need to sign?"

Red Mao and the few hairs behind him thought of the stupid things they said just now, and immediately wanted to bury their heads in the ground.

The red hair was about to cry.

"I'm sorry."

There is a yellow hair next to him, who speaks for the red hair.

"Ding...Brother Ding. We are all your fans, especially Brother Dahong. Since I watched your NBA game the year before last, I threw away all the pictorials of beautiful women in the house and put your posters on them. Usually When the brothers are playing basketball, Brother Dahong will definitely wear the same number jersey as you."

Lumao also looked at Ding Yelei beggingly.

"You are an idol to all of us, please sign your name for us."

With the help of his good brother, Hongmao mustered up his courage at this time.

"Ding...Brother Ding! I am your idol... no, no, no, you are my idol! I have always fantasized about being someone like you! In fact, it is not a fantasy anymore. Before I watched your game, I didn't even fantasize. I can’t imagine it is so powerful. But you did this unimaginable thing! I especially liked your game against the Screams in the NBA regular season. You were 30 behind and still overtook you! You are my idol for life !"

After saying that, Hong Mao felt a little depressed.

"I thought that I would be able to see you on the court after working to earn money to buy tickets. But I didn't expect to meet you in this situation. It was like a dream! I just said that to my idol, I don't deserve to be yours Fans, you are right not to sign me!"

As soon as the words fell, Hongmao had squatted down and hugged his head, crying again.

Just now, the red hair that looked like [-] million was pulled, but now it is crying like a desperate child.

Ding Yelei was a little moved, and spoke hoarsely.

"It doesn't matter what you just said to me. But don't they all say that the power of idols can drive fans? I didn't expect that my loyal fans would become a delinquent boy who collects protection money and surrounds girls!"

Ding Yelei's tone was complicated and tinged with disappointment.

The green and yellow hairs all lowered their heads, feeling stuffy in their hearts.

Hong Mao cried even harder.

Being told that by the idol, the kid is probably going to collapse now.

But at this moment, Ding Yelei took the notebook in the hands of the boy in school uniform, tore off a few pages, signed them, and distributed them to the afro heads one by one.

"Although I am disappointed, I am still willing to sign for you, because I still have expectations for you. I hope you will go back and cut this messy hair, and then take off the chains hanging on your body, and return to campus. Be a punk again."

The red hair and the others accepted the signature in a daze.

Red Mao jumped up from the ground as if he had come to life, took the signature, and hugged it tightly in his arms.

"Hmm! I will definitely not be a punk in the future!"

The yellow hair behind him scratched his head.

"But, if we don't want to be punks, what else can we do?"

The red hair gave the yellow hair a hard look.

"Brother Ding said, let's go back to school, and of course study hard!"

An Ning laughed and shook his head.

"We are not your teacher, and we didn't ask you to study hard. Let you return to campus, let you think about what you want to do in the future under a normal environment? Then, like your idol Ding Yelei, toward a Work hard and never give up!"

Hongmao seemed inspired.

"Then I will also play basketball in the future!"

An Ning looked at the red-haired man who was less than 1 meters tall, and her red lips were slightly pursed.

"Actually, just treat basketball as a hobby..."

Unable to finish speaking, Ding Yelei interrupted, with an idea in his mind.

"If you want to be a professional athlete, it's not just the scenery you see, but the hard work and tears behind it are beyond your imagination."

"I'm not afraid!" Hong Mao's expression was very firm.

The hairs of several other colors behind him also said that they were not afraid.

Ding Yelei did not deny them, but said loudly.

"I am preparing to open a basketball youth winter camp for one month. The teenagers who can endure the initial training can continue to participate in the training. If you are confident, you can sign up."

The red-haired eyes were shining.

"How... how to sign up?"

Ding Yelei only had a preliminary idea of ​​cultivating basketball seedlings, and he didn't have any specific plans.

He thought for a while: "Registration is not open yet, you can pay attention to my blog, and I will write the registration method on it when there is news."

The Afro heads were so excited that they kept nodding their heads.

An Ning poured cold water on her.

"Only recruit students. If you are still punks, you will not be able to register."

Not only did An Ning's words not hurt these people, but it made them even more excited.

It seems that the youth basketball winter camp is just around the corner.

After Ding Yelei took a photo with a few people, he left with An Ning amidst the reluctance of the half-grown teenagers.

On the way home, An Ning took a sip of the cold milk tea, and her facial features wrinkled up.

"Changed boss? Why is his milk tea so bad now?"

Ding Yelei was a little absent-minded: "No, it's still the fat boss from before."

An Ning stopped worrying about the milk tea and looked at Ding Yelei without blinking.

"Your attitude towards those bad boys is a bit strange? At first, you hated them too much, but then you talked about basketball winter camp. What's going on?"

Ding Yelei looked at the milk tea in his hand that still had the same taste but was no longer to his taste, and sighed softly.

It's different, it doesn't matter if some things are said...

Ding Yelei looked at An Ning with affection as if from a lifetime ago.

"Actually, I haven't told you one thing. It started in the summer of 05..."

(End of this chapter)