The next day.

Another sunny day.

A large group of people were watching on the basketball court of Xiling No. 2 Middle School because the people playing on the court today were very strong.

Another one is the football boss here, and everyone calls him "Brother Feng".

Brother Feng basically comes to fight every week, and he has a group of strong skills.

Almost everyone onlookers came to see him play.

Because they played 3v3 in the half, they replaced them with five goals, and a total of four teams participated in the replacement process.

At this moment, the fat man wearing a blue sports vest muttered: "Hey, why haven't Cheng Junjie come yet? Isn't his dad not letting him come out again?"

A thin and tall brother Hao next to him, with glasses, responded: "No, he said he could come yesterday."

The fat man's eyes were filled with excitement: "It's fine if you can come."

"Damn, if Cheng Junjie doesn't come, we will beat Mao, so we won't be abused by Brother Feng!" Brother Hao smiled jokingly.

Finally, after ten minutes.

Cheng Junjie ran towards the two of them wearing sneakers and sportswear.

He ran around the shoulders of the two of them, and asked with a smile of interest: "You're not late!"

This has just finished speaking.

There was a noise on the court.

"next!(next)"

The people around were talking excitedly: "The one who leaned back just now is handsome."

A high school student next to him was in high spirits and was learning the movements on the field.

Brother Hao and Fatty suddenly had a bright eye. Finally, it was their turn, so they stood up and moved their bones.

“It’s time for us.”

At this moment, the highly anticipated Feng Ge was drinking water under the basket. He looked at the new team and shouted unexpectedly: "Cheng Junjie? Are you calling Cheng Junjie?"

A sudden thud.

Everyone's eyes looked at Cheng Junjie.

The fat man smuggled Cheng Junjie with his shoulder and smiled, "Brother Feng still remembers you."

Brother Feng immediately laughed and scolded: "Nonsense, I covered my hat half a year ago, and the person turned around was gone. Where did you go? Didn't you play here?"

Cheng Junjie moved his wrists and laughed: "No, I'm helping at home, I don't have time."

At this time, the group of students watching suddenly glowed their eyes and were whispering.

"Who is this? I don't seem to have seen it much."

"I have been here before, but I rarely come here, and he is also very strong."

"He has put Brother Feng's hat on him? Is it true or false?"

Everyone looked at Cheng Junjie curiously. The other party was quite tall and had muscle lines on his arms. At least it looked like he was good.

At this time, someone spoke in the crowd.

"Hey, I know him. I used to be from the same school as me and I was very awesome in playing basketball."

"I often skipped classes and played basketball. Later, I skipped classes and started working with people on the court. I was criticized by the whole school and was punished by the punishment of being punished. Finally, I dropped out of school."

"It seems that because of that, his family stopped letting him play basketball. I haven't heard of him in several years."

Some things are not made of touting.

You will know whether you have the strength or not.

The atmosphere on the court was instantly ignited by these two teams, because the most exciting duel is often not one-sided crushing, but a wonderful game of balanced strength between the two sides.

Brother Feng has a physique of 1.83 meters, and his layup and mid-range back jump shots are very abnormal. He often scored three of them after five goals.

At this moment, the fat man stuck at the bottom of the basket and used his physical figure as his advantage, while Hao Ge, wearing glasses, had a relatively crisp body and could basically not withstand physical confrontation. He could only roam and pull the position and jump shot at a fixed point.

Cheng Junjie naturally became one of the most eye-catching objects.

He has a strong personal breakthrough ability and is the kind of player who can break through the enemy's defense line and score. It is probably because his family does not allow him to play, so he can only practice dribbling at home.

So much so that his ball-handling ability always makes people scream.

The fake moves turn around and the layup is natural, and you can't stop it even if you want to. Even if you know that the other party wants to pass you, your body can't keep up.

This is the naked fact.

"It's awesome!"

"Lying grass, it's too strong!"

This is not only what makes everyone stunning and excited.

Cheng Junjie's actions are very fancy and appreciative. Sometimes, even if he fails to hit, it will make people feel happy.

As an opponent, there will naturally be a sense of discomfort. When this conflict is amplified, a fight may start.

In the next three hours, everyone was also forgotten, and it was as exciting as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Although there are four teams taking turns, basically the other two teams only run a formality, and even one team retreated until the end.

Cheng Junjie was covered in sweat. Only when he was playing basketball can he let go of himself completely, and it felt as if there was no other constraint in this world.

He grinned, hooked his hand towards his opponent with a provocative meaning, and then dribbled the ball for a lifetime, trying to dunk the ball.

Everyone's eyes widened at this moment.

The two people next to them also jumped up and wanted to block the shot, but they were also a beat slower.

It's time to say it soon!

When Cheng Junjie dunked into the basket with one hand, the atmosphere at the scene exploded instantly!

It was like a sudden roar of waves, even those who were squatting on the ground resting couldn't help but stand up.

Oh My God!

This is so naked!

Seeing the dunk and the atmosphere on the TV, it was a world.

That kind of passion is hard for every boy to resist.

Cheng Junjie landed and gasped, then grinned and shouted, "next!"

Brother Feng was also beaten by this kid and was a little terrified. He smiled and walked up to the other party's shoulder and asked, "There is a street basketball game in Xihong Square. The first place prize is 6,000 yuan. Will you go?"

Brother Feng wiped his forehead sweat while Xiao asked with interest: "It's next Saturday."

Cheng Junjie smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Don't, it's okay to play normally, the game is too troublesome and there is no time."

"What are you busy with? Don't have time on Saturdays or Sundays?"

Brother Feng thinks that the other party is capable and likes to play basketball so much, and is an excellent candidate!

"Try it, it won't delay!"

When Cheng Junjie mentioned that he would not delay his thoughts, he flashed through his mind.

The scenes of that year left a deep impression on him.

When he was dropped out of school a few years ago, his mother was very sad and begged the director to give him a chance, and his father even slapped him in public.

"If you can't learn well, you will know that you will cause trouble for others!"

"If you dare to skip classes in the future, your legs will be broken!"

"Director, just give him a chance!"

The director shook his head with a stern face and said, "No, there are too many skipping classes, and now the whole school knows it! And you see that his exam is like that, it is not a good source of study."

Since then, his family has been particularly disgusted with his own basketball, as if he feels that it is because of this thing that he has abandoned his studies.

Cheng Junjie pretended to be indifferent and said, "My dad doesn't like me playing basketball very much, and he can't make money when playing basketball, so there is no need to spend too much effort."

Brother Feng said with some regret: "No, I think you have a good talent. Wherever you study, you must be from the school team, right?"

A moment of hesitation flashed across Cheng Junjie's face, as if he had thought of something.

He smiled perfunctorily and said, "I don't think about it anymore."

Brother Feng shrugged and smiled, "Okay, add WeChat and tell me if you change your mind."

...

At six o'clock in the evening.

The setting sun slowly fell, and the shadows of several figures stretched very long.

The three of them walked in the afterglow of the sunset, talking and laughing.

While eating McDonald's ice cream and browsing her phone, the fat man suddenly said with a lit up look in his eyes: "Hey, Junjie, do you want to calculate?"

"Your dad doesn't agree with you playing basketball, just because you can't make money!"

"What if you are the next Kobe?"

"As human beings, there is always an ideal."

Cheng Junjie leaned over and took a look. It was a fortune teller’s Weibo!
Chapter completed!