Chapter 20 Yang Yuxin’s Story

When he arrived at the training hall, Yang Yuxin's reaction was exactly the same as Chen Cheng's reaction when he first came here.

As a student of UCL, I am no stranger to Staples Arena.

But this is the first time she has entered the Lakers' training hall.

"Oh, that's magic's retired jersey, oh, Chamberlain, Jabbar, Worthy, Baylor, Oh my God, George McCann, Jerry West..."

She looked at the Lakers' retired jerseys on the wall, as if they were familiar with each other, and was so excited that she was extremely excited.

Many Chinese children cannot understand this special feeling of growing up with the local team since childhood.

The number on his head moved into single digits. Chen Cheng didn't bother to greet Yang Yuxin, so he changed into the training suit, took off a Spalding basketball from the cart, drove it twice, and stood outside the three-point line and shot a long shot.

Because the last game didn't end long and the muscle memory was still there, this time the move was not outrageous, but it hit the front of the basket and bounced out.

The basketball rolled to Yang Yuxin's feet. She picked up the basketball, took off her high heels and jacket, threw them on the floor, unbuttoned the collar and cuffs of her shirt, revealing her fair and sexy neck and arms.

She rolled up her sleeves, dribbled to the top arc of the three-point line, and raised her hand and shot with both hands.

The ball has a very high arc and its spin is very rapid, passing through a rainbow-like arc, which is in the net and hits the hollow.

"You can play ball?"

Chen Cheng put away his sneak glance and asked in surprise.

Yang Yuxin didn't say anything, but raised an eyebrow at him.

She picked up the rebounding basketball again and moved to the 45-degree three-point line. She raised her hand and made another three-pointer long shot.

He still shot with both hands and hit the net again.

"I have loved playing basketball since I was a child. My father often taught me to play basketball, but I have never been selected for the school team. I haven't even been selected for the school team since I was a primary school student."

Yang Yuxin picked up the ball and easily dribbled the ball behind her back for a few easy steps. It can be seen that her basketball skills are indeed very solid.

"When I was a kid, I signed up for the school team, and they eventually kicked me out. They said that Chinese people should not play basketball, they should participate in various Olympic competitions and then play table tennis or something."

As she said that, she pulled her skirt to the base of her thighs and showed off her skillful dribble under her crotch a few more times.

"Dad said, maybe my skills are not good enough, so they don't want me to participate. Since then, I have practiced more hard. There is a basket in our yard, where I practice shooting there every day. When I get to high school, my shooting percentage is already very high. I signed up for the school team and I was still rejected."

Yang Yuxin raised his head and plucked the messy hair in front of him.

"Same reason! Chinese people are not suitable for this sport."

After saying that, she drove the ball to the bottom corner and made another three-pointer, this time it was a one-arm shooting move.

The ball hit the bull's-eye again.

"At the same time as college, I specially selected UCL, a famous basketball school. I dreamed of joining the school team, playing the NCAA women's basketball league, and then participating in the draft, becoming a member of the "Spark Team". However, for the same reason, I was rejected. I dreamed that one day, there would be Chinese people who would score in the NBA and come here to prove that these Americans can fly, and Chinese people can also fly."

Speaking of this, Yang Yuxin's voice became a little choked.

"Do you know how excited I was when I saw Dazhi coming to Dallas? How excited my whole family was? My dad drove our whole family to the American Airlines Center in Dallas to watch his game and cheer him up. Later, Yao Yao came and his performance became even better."

Yang Yuxin dribbles came to Chen Cheng's side.

"His performance made Barkley look at him with admiration, and he kissed the donkey's butt for this." Speaking of this, she laughed happily.

"Although I can't become a player, I hope to use my pen to help every Chinese who comes to NBA to realize their dreams. Chen Cheng, I watched you today's game. I think you have the strength and make a name for yourself in NBA."

As she said that, she walked up and gave Chen Cheng an unexpected hug.

Chen Cheng stood there, motionless, and then slowly moved his hips to the side and then.

Yang Yuxin suddenly let out his hands, took a few steps back, and reached out to wipe away the tears from his face.

But tears still left a mark on her makeup, and at the same time, two red clouds reflected on her cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm a little out of control. Uh, anyway, I hope you can cheer up in the later games, play good games, stay with the Lakers, and then win the championship. Lakers championship!"

She said, constantly combing her already scattered hair with her hands and accidentally glancing at the watch on her wrist.

"Oh, it's already so late. Oh my God, after the curfew time stipulated by my father, I'm sorry, I have to go back to school quickly. We must cheer up next game, Chen Cheng."

As she said that, she picked up her coat and high heels in one hand and her bag in the other. She didn't even bother to sort out her clothes and makeup, and rushed out of the arena with her hair disheveled.

The staff of the stadium who had just finished their late-night snacks had just returned from outside. Seeing Yang Yuxin rushing out of the stadium in this way, he got into the car door and ran away.

Look at Chen Cheng, who looks innocent.

Each of them had self-evident smirks on his face.

"Chan, bad    guy!"

Chen Cheng hurriedly explained.

"It's not what you see, listen to my explanation."

Who would listen to his explanation of these people?

"Our saplings are about to grow."

"Yes, it's going to grow into a towering tree."

While they were teasing, they each walked back to their residences.

Chen Cheng could only spread his hands helplessly and picked up the basketball with the smell of Yang Yu's new perfume.

What she said just now must have come from the heart.

Although she grew up here since childhood, she must have received a lot of unequal treatment because of her Chinese appearance.

A little girl made countless efforts to realize her basketball dream, but she always received cold sarcasm and refusal.

Now, the competition I participate in is no longer as simple as a sports competition.

He picked up the ball, came to the free throw line, and aimed at the ring.

This area can be regarded as the absolute "Shura Field" of the NBA back then.

As many superstars become famous here, the "dead" under their "sword" will be broken.

The most famous one is Chen Cheng's current teammate - Brian Russell.

Now, it is still an important position for the super giants to score points.

This mid-range shooting task should have been completed in the last game, but because of Chen Cheng's speculation, he took advantage of loopholes.

I was almost taught by the system to be a human being during the competition.

Now, after listening to Yang Yuxin's story, Chen Cheng decided to make up for the five hundred mid-range hit training that he did not complete yesterday.

Then, practice today's new task.

That is the damn task of "I'm the most annoying to women, don't affect my football practice".

However, looking back now, it seems that the effect of bringing her to the training hall is better than taking her to a Chinese restaurant for dinner.

Chen Cheng shook his head and smiled, raised his hand and made a jump shot, and the ball fell steadily into the net.

He felt that his fit with this body was slowly increasing.

(End of this chapter)
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