NBA Emperor: Kobe Bryant's Son

Sean dribbled the ball while he was on his way. This was a habit that his mother forced him to develop since he was a child. Practice makes perfect over time, so it didn't affect his walking speed at all.

At a traffic light, there is a Nike sneaker advertisement in the opposite building. Former NBA Lakers superstar Kobe, looking at this familiar and unfamiliar face, Sean fell into deep thought...

He had almost no joy in his childhood. He was learning to play basketball as long as he could remember. His three-year-old mother forced him to learn to dribble. She was almost ruthless and harsh on him. If he didn't play well, he would have no food and would be beaten.Sometimes his mother loves him very much!

And has been instilling in him the thought of hatred, to avenge his mother, strive for success, surpass his father, surpass that legendary Lakers superstar.In my impression, his mother hated his father so much, and the sensible Sean has been training hard, even though he was too tired to breathe several times, which almost caused him to suffocate!

What his mother said had too much influence on him, and he never doubted whether what his mother said was true or not?As a result, Sean's hatred for his father grew day by day, and turned into motivation to practice ball and exercise desperately.

Sean's only question is does his father even know he exists?His mother never told him that!

His thoughts raced so much that Sean stopped at the intersection of traffic lights for a long time without moving. He planned to take the bus to the school near the next intersection.

But at this time, a loud and rough voice came: "Wo ~ b.j, what are you in a daze for? Which girl do you want from school?" Then he glanced at the awkward back of the car and hesitated for a while. He asked in a low voice, "Do you want to get in the car?"

The cry of "Wo" was so loud that it instantly became the focus of people's attention. I saw a mighty and strong black young man in the back compartment of an old-fashioned pickup truck. Everyone knew that the back compartment of the pickup truck was open to the air. There are miscellaneous wood, a few flowers and plants, and a large piece of wood carved into the shape of a sofa.

The burly black man was lying on top of it with his head supported by his thick arms on his thighs.Sean heard the reputation and turned out to be Sierra Canyon's teammate - Anderson Silva!

Although Sean and him have not known each other for a long time, they are very close, and they are also one of the few good friends in school. Anderson has been inviting Sean, who is in financial difficulties, to dinner, and Sean is very grateful to him.

Anderson has a rough appearance, giving people the first impression that he is a bit fierce, but in reality he is a very pure big boy. He is the same age as Sean.

Sean was invited by Anderson, nodded with a smile, threw the basketball in his hand, Anderson caught it with one hand, and Sean trotted a few steps and jumped onto the pickup truck.

The moment Sean threw the ball and jumped into the car, Anderson showed a very happy expression.After getting in the car, the two looked at each other and smiled, and came a set of greeting gestures: Sean quickly touched the back of Anderson's right palm with the back of his left hand, then bumped each other's elbows, then switched hands and quickly retracted into the gesture of number eight , turn the neck and point to the right side of each other with the eight-character gesture, and a set of cool gestures is completed!

"Cool~ my brother!" Anderson yelled in satisfaction, looking at Sean with a more sincere and passionate look. In American basketball culture, every player has a unique set of greeting gestures with other teammates, which are skillful and accurate The display represents the tacit understanding and familiarity between the two.

Sean also thinks that this is a brother worthy of contact!At least he never looked down on Sean's poverty and embarrassment, and he always helped him, and he always showed full enthusiasm every time he saw him.

At the same time, at the intersection of traffic lights, on the left side of Anderson's pickup truck, a man and three women were sitting on a Maybach. The three girls were startled by Anderson's roar just now, and one of the girls in the back seat put her hands on her chest: "Oh Buy Karma~ Oh Buy Karma, I just glanced over and thought it was a gorilla with only clothes on and not locked in a cage, it scared me to death!"

The other co-pilot girl was also obviously startled by the roar, and she mischievously rolled her eyes and explained: "Don't talk nonsense, what a gorilla, it's impolite, his name is Anderson, he is in the same school as us, in the basketball department, my cousin George and I said everyone called him an ape."

"Ape? Hahahaha..." Not only a few girls, but even the driver of the Maybach couldn't help laughing.This is obviously not a hired driver, because rich people who hire drivers in the upper class will never take the co-pilot.

Among ordinary people, relatives and friends drive us, and we can't sit in the back seat without the co-pilot, which is impolite to treat people as drivers.This is an unspoken car etiquette.

Sean and Anderson didn't notice the classmates at the same school at all. The girl in the co-pilot rolled down the window, took out a bottle of juice from the car, and shouted courageously, "Here, Sean." Before he could react, he threw it over and landed in the flower pot...

She also said something to the girl in the back seat, who reluctantly threw a bottle to Anderson, and then quickly pressed the button to close the window.With a look of disgust!

"Thank you!" Sean turned his head to look at the girl and thanked him.The girl in the co-pilot blushed instantly, and she nodded lightly...

It was too late to say it, but it was too fast, the 60-second red light had passed, the Maybach started to drive away with a "whoosh", and the pickup truck followed closely behind.

Anderson's face was blank and frozen from the moment the girl threw the water.Sean was just thirsty, and he couldn't wait to open the frozen juice and drink it boldly: "Hiss, it's so sweet, it's delicious, why are you staring blankly? Drink it!"

Sean bent down and picked up the juice at Anderson's feet and handed it to him.

Anderson, who was frozen in place, finally blinked, took the juice in a daze, and said to Sean in disbelief: "God! Jesus! Mohammed! This... this... that chick just gave it to me on my own initiative. A bottle of water? Is it a hallucination? Is it bj?"

This moment made Sean speechless. He thought Anderson was bewitched. It turned out that he was shot in the heart by Cupid's arrow, or a magic arrow with a stun effect.

Anderson held the bottle of juice tightly, his heart was pounding, he might be too excited, he was short of breath, his throat was dry, and he was a little thirsty. He grabbed Sean's juice, gulped it down, stood up and shouted : "It's so cool~hahahahaha!"

Now Sean was dumbfounded, maybe he realized that his behavior at this time was a bit puzzling. Anderson explained: This is the first time he has received a drink from a girl since he was a child. He is reluctant to drink it. He wants to take it home and put it in the Permanent storage in the refrigerator is the first direct evidence of masculinity in life!

You know, on the basketball court, girls will send drinks to the boys they like.

Basically every boy who is good at basketball has received it more or less. In a situation like Anderson, it was the first time Sean saw it. It was simply incomprehensible, let alone empathized...

Anderson held his drink, whistled, and sang all the way... ghosts and wolves howling, as long as the cars passing by, there was no glass window closed~