Inglewood, a satellite residential city in Los Angeles.

In addition to the Great Western Forum Arena, the most famous ones here are the crime and violence in the district, which made all Los Angeles people feel scared.

Yesterday, Gan Guoyang bought a ticket and went on a stroll on the street, but he only walked around the periphery of Inglewood and did not go deep into the district.

On the night of June 1, after the NBA Finals, Gan Guoyang walked into a violent neighborhood shrouded in thick darkness alone with the bright moonlight.

For two months from April 1 to today, two problems have always tortured Gan Guoyang and cannot be removed in his mind.

The first problem stems from the incredible dunk in the North District final of No. 28.

Among Gan Guoyang's talents, his dunk value is only 50, which is the most basic average.

Simple dunk styles such as back buckles and air relays are basically his limit.

But the breakthrough dunk in the second half of that game exceeded this level, although it was just a seemingly simple one-handed dunk.

In the words of Bellman after the game, this dunk reminded him of Julius Irving's fast break and irritated Bill Walton in the 1977 Finals.

For Gan Guoyang, who just watched the 76ers competition today, Dr. J Irving's dunk was simply out of reach. The effortless jump, graceful gliding, and stretched limbs, no matter from which angle it looked, it was a dunk art picture.

Gan Guoyang walked on the already dim streets of Inglewood, and couldn't help but think of Irving's bird-like dunk during the game, although the 76ers lost the game.

But he was also savoring the wonderful knock he gave in the battle with Kevin Johnson.

"This is definitely not a level that can be achieved by 50 points." Gan Guoyang thought in his mind again.

Since he had this suspicion, he began to fall into crazy training, and an important part of the training was bounce, waist and abdomen, and dunks.

Gan Guoyang knew that shooting level, blocking level, and passing level would be reflected differently due to the different levels of opponents.

For example, when playing against teams with poor defense, his shooting may be very accurate, and when playing against teams with poor offense, his blocks may be many.

But the dunk will not change due to the changes of the opponent. If you have the opportunity to dunk, you can make a dunk that suits your own level.

Just like testing his own bounce at Shanghai Airport a long time ago, Gan Guoyang began to test his own dunk.

In addition to other training events every day, he specially took an hour to bomb the basket at 360 degrees in all directions, and tried to smash the ball into the damn basket in various postures he could imagine.

What disappointed him was that although he felt that his dunk skills were becoming more and more mature and his palms were getting more and more painful, he seemed to be unable to make the dunk of that game again.

The second question is, if he can block the opponent with the last goal, what will happen?

Gan Guoyang knew that there was no regret medicine in this world, but after experiencing a time travel and rebirth, he had to believe that there was really a "regret medicine" in this world.

Because of this, he couldn't stop the endless thinking in his mind and imagine what would happen if he won that game.

He even thought that he would faint again after a heart attack, and that he might have to go back to the day before the game when he woke up.

Gan Guoyang was indeed in training, because he practiced too much and was too vigorously, so he almost fainted from exhaustion.

But when he recovered and woke up, he found that he was just having an IV in the school’s infirmary, and he knew that his thoughts were so naive.

During these two months, Gan Guoyang was tortured by this inexplicable pain, surrounded by paranoia caused by failure and doubts, and could not extricate himself.

Later generations of Gan Guoyang once heard that only paranoids can succeed in the NBA, such as Jordan and Kobe.

And now he finally understood a little why paranoid succeeded, because failure was too painful.

He was so painful that he felt that he was already a little numb, his body was numb, his emotions were numb, his expression was numb, and he seemed to have a great state of freedom without sorrow or joy.

This is the realm of Buddha.

The Buddha said that if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell? So today, Gan Guoyang came to Hell Inglewood in Los Angeles. He came not to get something, but to see what he could lose.

At this time, he was getting deeper and deeper in the Inglewood District.

The Chinese electrical appliance store he visited yesterday had already closed, so naturally the girl could not see it.

Gan Guoyang originally wanted to come and see her, but he always felt that this strange and stingy girl had a little unusual feeling with him.

Deep in the Inglewood District, old-fashioned and dilapidated four or five-story cement buildings, smelly green trash tin litter cans, bad and good dim street lights, and wild cats passing by the street from time to time are telling Gan Guoyang that this is not a paradise.

On both sides of the street, there were groups of black men in groups of three or three, holding hands in their pockets, either whistling or carrying tape recorders, and some carrying basketballs passing by.

When everyone sees the face of Gan Guoyang, the yellow man, his eyes must be looked at him.

Some people wear sunglasses on the night, wear a round and fluffy head, chew chewing gum, and blew whistle to Gan Guoyang.

However, in the end, no one came forward to find trouble for Gan Guoyang.

Although Gan Guoyang is alone, his height of 6 feet 10 doesn't look like he is easy to bully.

Coupled with his numb and cold face, coupled with the Chinese face, people inevitably think of "Bruce Lee".

Although Bruce Lee died, he is still very famous in the United States. The first thing Americans think of when they see Chinese people is "Bruce Lee" and "Kung Fu".

Gan Guoyang is like this, like a lonely giant wandering in a concrete forest, floating aimlessly in this dangerous neighborhood.

However, no matter how dangerous the place is, it is where humans live, and Inglewood is also where Paul Pierce grew up.

As long as it is a place where people live, entertainment is indispensable.

The biggest entertainment for black people in the slums in the United States is two different - music and basketball.

For these black people, music and basketball are not just entertainment. Perhaps one day they can rely on these two things to get out of Inglewood and towards Los Angeles with bright lights and wine.

Walking on the quiet street, Gan Guoyang suddenly heard noisy sounds not far ahead, mixed with music, cheers, yelling, and basketball.

Gan Guoyang, who had been wandering for a long time, seemed to have found his goal and walked forward with the sound.

In American cities, many basketball courts are hidden in this concrete forest, just like the Colosseum in the forest for players on the street to fight bullfights.

Inglewood is no exception, but tonight there are a lot of people on the court surrounded by cement buildings on three sides and barbed wire.

Except for the court in the middle, other places, including the outside of the barbed wire and the windowsills of the cement building, were all full of people.

When Gan Guoyang walked to the stadium, he didn't notice him at all. Everyone was paying attention to the fierce confrontation inside the field.

Gan Guoyang stood for a while, and the black man outside realized that something seemed to be wrong behind him. It seemed that someone was standing behind him. He subconsciously turned his head, but did not see the person's face, but only saw a tall body.

When he looked up, he realized that this guy had a cold yellow skin!

It was like dominoes starting from the outside, the people around the court turned back one after another, and the people sitting on the windowsill at the high level also looked here.

When the people in the center of the venue discovered that all the spectators no longer looked inside the venue, but turned their heads and looked outside, and stopped the in-progress game.

At this time, Gan Guoyang was facing the eyes of a large group of hundreds of black people at the basketball court at the night in Inglewood, without any timidity.

The basketball court, which was originally bustling and bustling, suddenly became much quieter, and only the recorder next to the court was still playing Aretha Franklin's songs loudly.

Her high and bright voice set the silence of others even more intense.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you here for?" Finally someone broke the silence. It was the man holding a basketball in the venue. He was wearing a red vest and blue sports shorts, high stockings and a big explosive head, and he looked very street-like.

"I'm just here to play basketball." Gan Guoyang also spoke, with an authentic California accent, calm tone and thick voice.

But after hearing what he said, the red vest smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth. He turned his head, but could not hide the contempt and disdain in his eyes.

The originally quiet crowd also started to make a fuss, and some people had already started to laugh at him.

"Hey, we're not playing table tennis here!" "I recommend the sport of tree climbing to you!" "I don't know how to play basketball when I'm tall, maybe you're more suitable to paint the ceiling!"

The black people are really talented in squirting trash talk. In just over a dozen seconds, Gan Guoyang had heard all kinds of strange words, and he couldn't understand some words.

Gan Guoyang did not give back his mouth, and it was useless to give back his mouth. He just stood quietly for a few seconds, and when the surroundings were slowly quieter, he said again, saying only one word.

“Afraid?(Scared?)”

The people around were even more infuriated. A yellow man actually dared to run to the street court in Inglewood and said, "Are you afraid?"

It's fucking funny than George Lindsay's comedy.

However, in addition to anger, more people still look at Gan Guoyang with joking, watching the show and even expectation. They wish this big yellow man could bring some surprises - good or bad.

"Hey, Ian, why not just let him play? Carlot was injured and let him replace him." At this time, a black man in a white vest who was also standing on the field walked forward and said to the red vest.

"She is fucking a bad idea. Who knows how this guy plays basketball? You are already behind, and Carlot twisted his wrist again. He saw that he couldn't win anymore. He wanted to try his luck to see if he could find a powerful helper?" The red vest named Ian was obviously an old world, and he guessed the idea of ​​the white vest.

"Don't do this Ian, otherwise what are you going to do? Are you driving him away? He pointed out that he came here to play basketball, and driving him away will make people laugh." Seeing that the white vest was seen through, he didn't make any arguments, but kicked the ball to Ian again.

This made Ian think.

Tonight was originally the contest between the two strongest street teams in the Inglewood neighborhood, "The Trash Can" and "The Black Thorns".

Ian's trash can has already led the opponent by 8:4. They can win the game with two more goals and the right to use the venue for one month.

Besides, one of the opponent's players was injured on the wrist, so it can be said that the trash can is bound to win.

Unexpectedly, a tall yellow-skinned man suddenly appeared and wanted to play basketball. The Black Thorns captain Opple was very cunning and wanted to take this opportunity to muddle the water.

However, for street basketball, reputation is more important than victory. If you don’t accept challenges for victory, you will inevitably be ridiculed by others, especially Oper’s Blacksteen.

"I don't know how this guy plays basketball? He is so tall, but how can a yellow man play basketball?" Ian wandered between Gan Guoyang's skin color and height.

"Okay, yellow boy, if you want to play, you can do it, but when our game is over, you can pick someone to fight you one-on-one." Ian is not a fool either. Since the trash can team is already winning, he will certainly not let Gan Guoyang mess up the good things, so he has to finish the game first and then give Gan Guoyang a chance.

Oper of the Blacksteens had no choice but to continue playing against the Trash Can.

The reason why the trash can is named trash can is that they throw the ball into the basket as simple as throwing the ball into the big trash can next to the street.

Soon, the Trash Can team, which led the big score, ended the street challenge with two accurate jump shots and won the right to use the venue for one month.

"I'm so sorry for Opel. The June venue is ours. Happy Children's Day!" Ian, who won the ball, looked proud.
To be continued...