MTL - NBA: About Me Being Reincarnated As Yasuo, the Wind Walker-Chapter 4 I'm going to call now

Los Angeles' Compton Avenue has always been haunted by decadence and riots.

No black child can spend his childhood here safely. The more sensitive and weak the child is, the more he can only pretend to be strong in a chaotic environment.

Surrounded by gangs, drugs and guns here every day, it is really not easy to live here.

"Hey Zhang Jun, I watched the live broadcast of the NASS National Finals on TV, you are really amazing."

"33 seconds and 11 minutes!"

"I dare to predict that you will definitely become a big shot in the future."

Beside the stinky gutter on the side of the street, Daly with a white beard sat on a broken office chair he picked up from nowhere, and said drunkenly.

There is also a small TV set beside him, and the wires are connected to the public circuit by himself.

Zhang Jun worried more than once that the poorly connected wire would fall off at some point and beat the old man to death.

"Hey Daly, thank you for your kind words."

"However, if I remember well, you said the day before yesterday that a player like me who can only break through will not be able to enter the NBA in the future, because he will be crippled by a strong defensive ball like the Pistons."

"So which one of your words is true?"

Daly with a white beard smiled and said, "It's all true."

"By the way, I reminded you that my name is Daly from Monday to Friday, so please call me Chuck today."

Zhang Jun waved his hands behind him, and then walked towards his home.

"Okay, Daly."

...

The building is three stories high, with a large corridor in the middle, and railings on one side of the corridor. Looking down, you can see the open space at the bottom of the building, which is full of messy garbage.

On the other side of the corridor are dilapidated houses, some without doors.

There are about twenty or thirty houses on one floor of a house like this.

"I'm back."

Zhang Jun pushed open one of the slightly plausible doors, and the purpose of entering was a very small dining table and bunk beds.

That's pretty much the whole room.

Xia He wore a white rabbit ear headband on her head, her shiny black hair fell on her chest along her earlobes, she wore a white shirt on her upper body to wrap her lower body, it was hard to see whether she was wearing shorts underneath, and her two big The long legs are draped over the other, and the little feet are wearing furry slippers, lying lazily on the chair and reading a book.

Watching The Odyssey.

"Shh~"

Xia He raised his right index finger and put it on his mouth, playfully smashed his eyes at Zhang Jun, and then pointed to the kitchen next to him.

"When your brother comes back later, you have to help me talk about him well, just play ball and play for your life."

"I don't expect him to be able to enter the NBA to improve our family's life in the future. It doesn't matter if he is poor or poorly fed."

"First, we don't steal, and second, we don't rob. We don't take things that don't belong to us. We strive to be a useful person, and we don't bother society or others..."

Elizabeth Bals II came out of the kitchen with a plate of fried steak while talking, and saw Zhang Jun standing outside the door.

Dark, fat, and a little short, this is Zhang Jun's first impression of Queen Elizabeth-Bars II.

"What's so cool about standing at the door? Come in for me to eat."

Zhang Jun hurriedly sat down on his seat, Xia He lowered her head and took a sneak peek at Zhang Jun, the rabbit ears on her head fluttered accordingly.

Elizabeth picked up a piece of beef for Xia He, and dropped a big steak directly on the plate in front of Zhang Jun.

"Daric told me everything, you suddenly fell unconscious on the court..."

"Do you know that when I heard the news, my legs were so frightened that my legs went limp. You said what would I do if something happened to you?"

"Your mother is still alive, has hands and feet, and needs you to play ball so hard?"

Xia He helped out and said, "Mom, you can't say that."

"It's my brother's dream to be in the NBA. If a person doesn't have a dream, it's no different from a salted fish."

"So no matter what you say, the fire in his heart will never go out~"

Elizabeth glared at Xia He, her eyes were like those of a particularly vicious old man, and said, "Then I will blow out his fire with one breath!"

"By the way, I'll give you a stick, you stinky girl."

Seeing that her mother was angry, Xia He stuck out her tongue, chuckled and lowered her head, then secretly kicked Zhang Jun with her little foot under the dining table.

Zhang Jun understood instantly, stood up and said, "Even if you break the sky today, it's still my dream to be in the NBA."

"When I earn money, I will buy you a big house, the one with a swimming pool, so that you won't have to work two jobs in your life."

Elizabeth's heart warmed up, and she stopped scolding her son, but whispered in her mouth: This brat was not raised in vain.

After the meeting, Elizabeth got up and said, "I'm going to sleep with your Uncle Harmon tonight."

"You two don't play late at night, go to bed early."

"Remember, don't fight on the bed. If you disturb the neighbors in the neighborhood and can't sleep, see how I come to deal with you."

After Elizabeth left, Xia He glanced directly at Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun looked at him and waved decisively, "No."

Xia He put his hands on his chin, pretended to be very cute and said, "Good brother, just do it, okay?"

Zhang Jun shook his head decisively.

Xia He didn't give up, she took Zhang Jun's hand and shook it.

"How about rock-paper-scissors?"

Zhang Jun still shook his head and said, "My principle is that I don't wash the dishes even if I'm killed."

Xia He gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't wash the dishes, then let me do it."

"Okay, I'll do the dishes."

"No, I'm going to fight now!"

"Wait, don't ride on me and hit me, where are you hitting me..."

Immediately, the sound of the two fighting and Xia He begging for mercy came from the small room.

...

Steve Alford came to Compton Avenue.

As head coach of the UCLA basketball team, he rarely sets foot on Compton Avenue.

Because this is a famous slum.

"Ouch~"

The car that Steve Alford was riding in had stopped, but an old man suddenly appeared in front of the car, and the man swayed and lay directly on the hood of the car. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Assistant coach Sid got down from the driving seat very upset, and it was too late for Alford to stop him.

Sid said angrily: "Hey, you old man, don't you have eyes when you walk?"

The old man gave Sid a displeased look and said, "Boy, if you talk like that to the uncle...then I'll just lie down."

What?

Sid looked at the old man who was already lying on the ground with a puzzled expression, and Daly, who was watching the football game beside him, let out a laugh.

"Dude, a friendly reminder, lying down and not lying down are two different ways of paying."

"Send him away as soon as he is lying down now."

Sid saw the crowd that was slowly gathering around him, some of them even put their hands inside their jackets.

It was only then that he remembered that Compton Street was notoriously full of fish and dragons. It would be abnormal if there were no burning, killing and looting every day. He was so scared that he immediately got into the car.

Alford took out 200 dollars from his pocket, put it in the arms of the old man, and said with a smile: "Sorry, this is our compensation for your loss."

After seeing the money, the old man stood up very professionally, and at the same time, he did not forget to glance at Sid and said, "Let's have a snack next time."

Alford walked towards Daly who kindly reminded him, and said, "Hello, can I ask you about someone?"

"Zhang Jun from Canyon High School."

Daly muttered, "Are you looking for Zhang Jun again? This is the first wave of today."

"Going forward, there is a pig cage village, and there is a pancake stand in front of the door, and that guy sells it there."

"A friendly reminder, that kid's hand pancakes are amazing."

...

ps: Ask for recommendations, collections, and various requests for new books.