Chapter 5

High-tech Zone Street Stadium.

Today is the weekend, and it is already dark. This area is the most concentrated game venue in the city. There are also many companies and corporate departments here to book a basketball game.

Xingcheng didn't receive any work from the company competition this weekend, so he simply went to his friend's street team to help play in the district.

Streetball teams have emerged in recent years, and all teams have competed well. Some teams have not had strong skills and spend money to hire foreign players.

Street teams are basically composed of basketball enthusiasts scattered among the people, but there are also many Mavericks who don’t like to make a bunch of them. At the same time, single-handed fights are also a very important point in streetball culture.

A high school student usually wanders around his home. He plays streetball solo and plays one-on-one single-handed solo.

His high school is divided into Qingyang District, next to Wuhou District. He has been fighting in both districts all year round. Now he has to take on private work outside, so he really can't wander around these two districts, and he is still a relatively god-level player.

The walls made of barbed wire on the street court are particularly high, with several large spotlights hanging on the walls, which can barely illuminate the field in less darkness, without a uniform uniform, and even internal strife at any time. On the court, 5-for-5, ten people started fighting against each other.

Xingcheng is a substitute. He is only responsible for defense for 50 yuan in a quarter, and he is responsible for the position, assists in defense and makes up for the position, chases the opponent's main players, and can shoot by himself if he is capable. He scores a two-pointer and a three-pointer of 20 yuan.

Commonly known as playing black ball.

At this time, the main force of the opponent's team had enough rest and changed. Xingcheng took the ball, but did not follow the usual route, directly dribbled the ball and broke through, got stuck at the basket, bypassed several players who rushed forward, and played singles behind him. He fought to the death to prevent his opponent from sending the ball into the Nets.

He has excellent dribbling skills and is famous for his various tricks. In short, it is just for one word, handsome, and how to do it. But in this situation, he has to throw it in to get the money and look at the net.

The person who guarded him was a center forward, a head taller than him, at least 1.9 meters tall, and strong, looking almost thirty years old, with his long arms stretched out, covering half of the sky that he couldn't see clearly!

Xingcheng threw the ball from the top of his head to the back with his left hand, pretended to shoot, and passed it to his teammates, using a "solar eclipse" in street ball technology, and quickly took the ball returned by his teammate...

He tried his best to push the center forward, jumped up, and dunked the basketball into the net!

Sixty dollars.

Xingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, and just raised his hand to wipe his sweat, half of his face was shining by the light in the field, depicting a circle of chic shadows on the concrete field.

He lowered his body to tie the shoelaces. He had just tied one, but the shoelaces of the other were scattered and were stepped on.

Xingcheng endured his anger and refused to look up.

He was alone here on the court, and there were not many black courts in the city, so he had to point at the money. He gritted his teeth and reached out to wipe the soles of dust.

Xingcheng stood up slowly and looked outside the field. There were still a lot of discussions on tactics. He pulled out a handful of collars, his hands and arms were numb and his muscles were numb. He used too much force.

Street ball bullfighting is different from regular games. There are too many wild ways. Moreover, this group of street ball players are more independent than the other, and they always fight nine at one time. No matter how much they discuss, it is useless!

There were many people watching the game on the sidelines, and there were many girls. They all turned on the flashlight with their mobile phones and held it in the dark, just like a concert.

Standing in the middle of the field, the person who acted as the referee also turned on the light, holding his cell phone and shouting: "Continue to continue!"

He was dazed, when someone came next to him suddenly bumped into him: "Xingcheng?"

Xingcheng saw it and was shocked: "Would you like me?"

Ying Yuchen understood this immediately, and was a little worried, and his tone was still dumbfounded: "Are you from this team?"

Xingcheng's face did not blush and his heart did not beat, and he opened his eyes and told lies: "Yes."

Ying Youchen sneered and pushed him: "Where are you coughing with me?"

Xingcheng continued to edit: "I didn't lie to you, I've been fighting for several years..."

Seeing his attitude, Ying Youchen became serious and reached out to hug him: "Are you short of money?"

Xingcheng couldn't hide it, so he probably was having sex with me in this area, so he honestly said: "Make pocket money."

Ying and Chen smiled. He looked at this Friday night, afraid that his brother would not let him go out to play in the street court, so he specially picked a little farther away. Who would have thought that he could meet Xingcheng here? He also came to make money from the □□ ball, but his own opponent. Ning Xi knew that he was afraid that he would have to peel off his skin.

Ying and Chen were playing with their phones down there before. They occasionally glanced at the court and noticed Xingcheng's skills, but because they were too dark, they didn't see clearly.

He watched the game continue, and took the initiative to run to Xingcheng to run away his teammates, turned his body to help Xingcheng miss a ball, and spoke to Xingcheng: "Are you playing well?"

Xingcheng was dribbling at this moment, and his mind was full of shooting three-pointers and getting twenty dollars. He didn't have the energy to pay attention to him, and he replied casually: "It's okay."

He held the ball and shook it directly.

Ying Yuchen didn't know whether it was pretending or what, so he sat on the ground and shouted to his teammates: "Double-teaming that kid!"

But he missed it like this, Xingcheng stepped on the three-point line and took a quick step back, shot, and easily shot the ball into the Nets!

As soon as Xingcheng landed, he turned around and looked at Ying Yuchen who was blinking at himself while retreating in front of him. He smiled and said, "Thank you" with his lips.

This acting is amazing.

The next thing was almost turned into Xingcheng's personal performance. Their team also won a lot of points. The main players were all out, and only Xingcheng and a group of substitutes were left to consume garbage time.

After the game, Xingcheng made almost 150 yuan and settled it on the spot.

He followed the team's people to the side of the car outside the court, secretly settled the money, one hundred and fifty, folded it in his pocket, and held a wrist guard that was wet with sweat in his hand.

Xingcheng came into the venue and took the mineral water he placed on the sidelines. He unscrewed the bottle cap and wanted to drink it. He saw that he had already drunk the water, so he reached out and snatched it over: "Don't drink it!"

Xingcheng was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"You kid, you're here for the first time in such a dark place. You dare to drink the water you've been prescribed. You don't know who can give you a medicine..." Ying and Chen pushed him, quite friendly, and asked, "How much did you earn?"

Running a comparison gesture: "One Hundred and Five."

Ying Yuchen completely admired him because he was a spoiled rich second-generation. He had been spoiled by his father and brother since he was a child, and he never lacked money. Although the little boy in front of him was two years younger than him, he started to take on such jobs and make money.

Ning Xi is also the same. He is about to reach twenty years old and is still a big boy in high school. I don’t know why he talks so little, is so cold-hearted, and is precocious and mature, and he should be as good as his brother.

Xingcheng looked at Ying and Chen thinking, and became fierce: "If my brother knows, I will only pick your free throws in the team."

Ying Youchen shrank his neck, quickly said "Hey, oh, oh," and glared and scolded: "Do you have any conscience? I just helped you..."

Xingcheng immediately stood up straight: "Thank you."

Ying Yuchen was really tortured by such a tough guy who was able to give in. He was always the youngest at home, and when faced with such a little younger than him, he exuded a vigorous love.

He waved his hand: "It's great, my surname is Ying, and I will be called Senior Ying in the future..."

Xingcheng was taller than Ying Yuchen. He nodded and felt that the oppressive feeling was strong. Ying Yuchen felt that Ning Xi was still comfortable and wanted to say a few words. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He glanced at it and hurriedly put it in his bag: "My brother is here to find me, I'll withdraw first!"

While wiping his face with a tissue, he spoke to Xingcheng: "Wait a minute, I'll go to my brother's place to get you water!"

Ying Yuchen is a boy with a very straightforward personality and has a pretty straight sexual orientation. He is determined to treat anyone who is good to him. He transferred to Chengdu and played well with Ning Xi. Naturally, Ning Xi's younger brother also needs to take care of him.

Xingcheng took his coat and put it on his body, and followed him out.

A Mercedes-Benz G off-road vehicle was parked outside the stadium. Xingcheng looked at it, although it was not as big as his Hummer, but it was still quite domineering. He was a little curious about what his brother should look like.

Ying and Chen ran to the trunk to get mineral water and covered Xingcheng's eyes: "Don't look at my brother later, he is angry, his angry expression is simply a shadow of my childhood..."

Xingcheng was even more curious now, but out of politeness, he stood obediently behind him and did not run ahead. He should stop him and did not say hello.

I was stubborn and didn't think anything was wrong. I was just afraid that his brother would see Xingcheng, so he turned around and talked to him with expressionless expressions, "Look at how tall he is, how do you grow?"

As a northern boy, Ying Youchen was almost 1.9 meters tall when his brother got angry. He was only 1.78 meters tall when he was almost 1.9 meters tall. He was drinking milk every day and vomited.

He was worried that his brother drove the car door, glanced at Xingcheng, and pinched the cigarette in his hand.

Ying Youchen was so nervous that he introduced solemnly: "Brother, this is my junior, from the school team, called Xingcheng."

He should lower his eyes, stretch out his hand, and said lightly: "Hello, take care of me."

Xingcheng was stunned and held it back: "Hello, my name is Xingcheng."

Ying and his brother are completely different from him. They are tall and strong. They are a tough guy standing there. Apart from their cold expressions, they can't find any faults.

After giving the water to Xingcheng, I advised me very seriously: "Don't come in the future. Xingcheng, this is too dangerous."

Xingcheng nodded, took a deep breath, and did not agree or say anything. He gently hit Ying and Chen's shoulder, saying thanks in a man's way. The two hugged each other, and this turned into swords into jade?

Ying whispered to the minister: "Let's send you back, where is your home?"

Xingcheng didn't want to be bothered, so he refused: "It's okay, I'll go back by myself."

When I finally left with me, I told him again and again, don’t come. If you are so popular this time, you will probably be beaten by someone next time.

Xingcheng stood by the roadside, watching them leave, unscrew the bottle cap in his hand, raised his head and took a sip.

That night, Xingcheng felt that when he grew up, he would drive his own car to the stadium to pick up Ning Xi, put a large box of Coca-Cola, Pepsi, and Sprite juice in the trunk, and put a refrigerator in the car and several refrigerators at home. He would never be afraid that someone would move it away...

I will never let his brother suffer again.

Xingcheng took the bus back and fell asleep while swaying on the bus. Before closing his eyes, he watched the bus driving in the middle of the city road. The lights on the side of the road were dazzlingly lit and groggy...

When I woke up and passed the station, I was tired from walking and couldn't bear to take the money to take a taxi, so I simply rode my bicycle and walked back.

When the night wind passed, he remembered Ning Xi again.

When he was a child, Xiao Xingcheng often took his father's car to play, and the car stopped at the door of the unit building. As soon as he got in the car, he could see Xiao Ningxi lying beside the window looking at him, with envy and yearning in his eyes, but Xiao Xingcheng didn't understand it at that time.

He thought Xiao Ningxi wanted to play with him, so he waved to him, brother, do you want to go out together?

Xiao Ningxi shook his head and pulled the curtains up.

Later, Xingcheng was older, almost in the age of four or five years. He had his first bicycle, which was still in the mountains. It was very dazzling and cool. Xingcheng loved it so much that he almost installed a marquee on the handrail.

The children in the yard couldn't get up, so they surrounded the yard every day, watching Xiao Xingcheng riding his mountain bike, and turned his butt to Ning Xi's window, shouting, "Brother, do you want to go out together!"

What responded to him was the sound of Xiao Ningxi pulling the curtains.

A little older, Xiao Xingcheng finally got his wish and let Xiao Ningxi sit in the back seat.
To be continued...