The ghosts of the good-for-nothing miko

"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

One after another ~

He is calm, he is cool, and all his movements are as smooth as a clear stream, like a thousand lakes returning to the sea, as if he was born to behave like this, and the arc of his eyebrows makes the "pseudo-fans" around him obsessed.

He is enthusiastic, he is passionate, and his movements are as if he is trying to pluck off the vast red sun. He pushes, pulls, throws and picks, all in one go. His sweat and smile are the vitality of youth, infecting youth in the roar of the crowd.

Between him and him, water splashed over the air, and flames set a prairie fire...

Just like a natural promotional poster, cutting these two people together is like Mars hitting the earth. It has a completely different sense of impact, adding a rich color to this friendly match.

Li Beimu was wearing a red jersey with a white sweatband on his forehead. He dribbled quickly across the midfield line. When he saw Bai Zexuan's position, he smiled and suddenly stretched out his hand to jump and throw with a clean movement.

It turned out that he didn't want to have too much entanglement with the person in front of him at the beginning. The importance of first blood was incomparable. It was not only a declaration of his home court, but also a way to influence the opponent's mentality.

Bai Zexuan seemed to have already understood his next move. He immediately switched seamlessly from the defensive state, and bounced high. With the advantage of his height and his quick reaction, he blocked the target. With a hook shot, the ball hit Li Beimu's feet.

Obviously Li Beimu didn't expect that he could react so quickly. Didn't he deceive him by dribbling like a man?

However, he quickly patted the bouncing ball once or twice, and controlled it obediently. He dropped it with his left hand as a protection, and skillfully controlled the direction with his right hand, rising and falling. The ball and himself seemed to be one, slack in search of prey like a cheetah.

As long as the opponent relaxes for a second, Li Beimu firmly believes that he can definitely bypass the defense this time and show everyone a handsome shot.

Soon the sweat on his forehead was thick and it was only a few minutes into the game that the hair on his temples was wet because Li Beimu found that he could not catch Bai Zexuan's braid no matter what. He changed the ball from his left hand to his right hand, and his right hand again I switched back to my left hand, but every time, I couldn't break through.

This opponent is like a wall, as if there is any different field on that half of the court, completely refusing to let him join.

He held the ball in both hands, running back and forth like a wild horse, but Bai Zexuan followed closely like lightning.

Li Beimu took a deep breath, could this be Bai Zexuan's strategy? How could a person be 100% perfect, so he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to score, but as long as he defended properly, the real test would be the next time.

A test of physical strength.

Because this is a duel between two players, there is no possibility of substitutes or intermissions. Explosive power has always been Li Beimu's strength, but his only shortcoming is that he does not have enough endurance.

It was as if the opponent knew this weakness and started the tug of war as soon as they came on the field.

Li Beimu's brows furrowed even more tightly. He felt that he seemed to have underestimated Bai Zexuan.

I originally thought that this match was a complete accident. It was because I wanted to be cool and almost hit Lin Yiyi, which caused Bai Zexuan to become angry. But now, he is a little flustered.

The other party is here entirely for himself.

It’s just a conspiracy to let yourself play this game.

But why?

Is there anyone who has investigated his physical fitness and is just waiting to disgrace himself in front of the school team?

His eyes seemed to be on fire.

No matter what, if someone dares to use basketball to make such a game, even if this person has his own "field expansion", he will definitely destroy the opponent's plan.

Basketball is the light in his heart.

Recalling the days when I was not selected to come to Lijiang University~

No one at home supports him playing basketball, it seems that this is not the right path.

My mother often said: Everything is inferior, only reading is superior.

That's right, my parents are both teachers in colleges and universities, my grandfather was the Discipline Inspection Committee of the army, my grandmother comes from a scholarly family, and my aunt is also an archaeologist in the restoration of cultural relics...

A family of literary youth.

How can I agree with his basketball dream?

However, he really likes it, likes touching the texture of the ball, likes the clean white line, and likes the high hanging basket.

Basketball is born with passion. The basket is like a black hole, attracting Li Beimu. Every accurate shot can bring a sense of pride, and the blood in his body will boil.

That afternoon, he sat alone in the audience.

His shoulders were shaking constantly.

My family gave me an ultimatum. It would be my second year in junior high and I couldn’t play like this anymore. After the next provincial school team competition, I really had to say goodbye to this dream.

He doesn't want his grandparents to be sad, and he doesn't want his parents to be disappointed.

His family is already very happy, and he has been treated as someone else's child since he was a child.

Everyone thought he would also become a teacher.

"Beimu has been a teacher at home since he was a child, so his academic performance must be very good."

"Look at this child. He looks so clean and fresh. He must have been studying a lot. He is not like the one in my family who always neglects his job. When the time comes, I must share how to raise such a well-behaved child."

"Beimu, my parents are both teachers. Do you plan to be a teacher in the future? What kind of teacher do you want to be?"

……

"No!"

Li Beimu touched the basketball, and his tears fell one by one on the rough textured particles. He paused for a few seconds and then dispersed.

He gritted his teeth:

"I want to play ball!"

I have never dared to say this sentence.

Because he is afraid of seeing his family disappointed.

Even though grandpa always told himself that people should have their own way of living~

But, is it really possible?

This society is born with ambiguity, with its own subjective evaluation, and completely ignores the true feelings of others.

Because everyone is too busy, busy with life, busy with comparison, how can we really care about different things, and only want to judge one thing based on our own ideas.

It's like: I'm not good at studying, so I rely on sports or art to find a way out.

If there are too many people who believe it, it becomes what they think is the truth~

A little girl pulled at the safety net on the side.

"Brother, come on!"

Li Beimu heard the sound and looked over there. A girl wearing a pink and tender skirt was making a cheering gesture toward him with her lips pressed to her lips.

He had no impression of this girl. She must be one of the fans in school~

"well then, good luck!"

Li Beimu wiped away his tears and gave the girl a cheering gesture~