The Salted Fish Life of a Superman

Chapter 233 Want to Watch You Play Again
The vast night is as dark as a curtain, without moon and stars, only dark clouds illuminated by city lights.

The wind in late autumn is bleak to the bone, and it blows a different kind of chill on people.

On the basketball court, the street lights at night provided some light. Jiang Yunhu was wearing the same No. 8 jersey as his idol Kobe, standing outside the three-point line.

Holding the basketball in his hand, he raised it above his head in a standard shooting motion. Just as he was about to shoot, his hands began to tremble unconsciously, and he couldn't aim properly no matter how he aimed.

It's evening self-study now, and the entire basketball court is empty, but in Jiang Yunhu's line of sight, he saw a tall figure standing in front of him, those cold eyes looked down at him, and his outstretched arms seemed like The insurmountable city wall blocked all his attacking angles.

oppression
asphyxia
Even though the opponent didn't move at all, Jiang Yunhu could feel that under the erosion of adrenaline, his heart was beating faster and faster, and his vision was also blurred. The distance from the three-point line to the basket was 6.75 meters. It's like a moat.

After aiming for half a minute, he still failed to throw the ball in his hand, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sweating profusely.

"Cut." He gritted his teeth, slammed the ball on the ground, and sat down beside the basketball hoop with his head in his arms.

He was brooding about yesterday's defeat, not only because of the gap between himself and the literary giant, but also because of the last lore.

If I hadn't defended the literary giants, if I hadn't thought of revenge and took off rashly, the ball would not be a 3+1 lore anyway. At most, I could only tie the score and drag it into overtime. Odds.

But in the end, all efforts were ruined by his own hands, Ye Long Ye Binglei's sweat was in vain, and Luo Qi's blood was also in vain, because of his own impulse.
He never wanted to go back in time so much, even when his parents divorced at the age of 10, he didn't want to do it all over again.

Only that game, he really wanted to do it again, he was not reconciled.

However, what is the use of not being reconciled?
No matter how unwilling he is, he will not be able to erase the shame of that failure.

No matter how unwilling he is, he will not be able to catch up with the literary giant. The other party is better than himself, there is no reason.

As long as the literary giant is still in the dark, he will never be able to shoot the ball in his hands.
Just as Jiang Yunhu was holding his head in frustration, footsteps approached slowly.

He thought it was the teacher on duty who came to arrest him, but just as he was about to run away, he heard a crisp voice: "Ahu, why are you skipping class again?"

Jiang Yunhu froze for a moment, got up in a hurry, blushed, rubbed the back of his head and said with a smirk, "Xiao Xiaobai, how did you find me?"

Under the street lamp, Su Xiaobai had a hazy beauty, and said with a smile, "I was in a daze in the classroom just now, and I happened to see you taking the ball to the court, so I lied to the teacher that I was not feeling well, so I asked for leave and followed me."

"Oh." Jiang Yunhu, a steel-level straight man, has no idea what to say in this situation. After all, this is a different atmosphere from sending Su Xiaobai home.

After holding back for a long time, he suddenly said, "Have you eaten?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he wished to slap himself. What kind of stupid question is this?
Su Xiaobai replied very honestly: "Of course I eat, what time is it?"

"It's good to eat." Jiang Yunhu hesitated for a long time, and finally got to the point: "By the way, today's match with Class 7, who won?"

Su Xiaobai didn't mind being dirty, so he sat down next to Jiang Yunhu, brushing his hair that was blown by the wind behind his ears: "Our class won, and Sister Luo played with an injury. In the end, our class was 7 point ahead of class 1." .”

"Oh, then she is amazing, she can beat Li Jin." After Jiang Yunhu finished speaking, he didn't know what to say, and fell silent for a while.

Su Xiaobai didn't speak either, just sat beside Jiang Yunhu, blowing the air with him quietly.

Under the vast night, two 16-year-old children stared at the 1600 billion light-year universe, so small, but seemed to be the only ones at this time.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but when they looked up at the night sky, it seemed that an invisible hand pushed away the dark clouds, covering the city lights from afar.

Above the bright sky, the magnificent Milky Way shrouds the entire campus, casting a haunting gleam in the dark night.

The two blended into the night, as if they had passed through time.

Watching, silent, Jiang Yunhu spoke: "Xiaobai, the ball game yesterday afternoon"

"Yes." Su Xiaobai looked up at the night, his pupils were as clear as a pool of autumn water, "I will never forget that game."

Is that really the case? Xiaobai can't forget that failure was indeed his fault. For a moment, Jiang Yunhu's eyes darkened even more.

Suddenly, Su Xiaobai looked at Jiang Yunhu, his eyes smiling into a crescent, and the next words were forever engraved in the basketball boy's heart, making him unforgettable in his life: "Because it was the first time I watched you play."

Jiang Yunhu's body trembled, as if there was a strange current in his heart, it was warm and crisp, and his heart was beating with unprecedented strength.

"I used to hear you say that you are very good at basketball, but I have never seen it. I thought you were bragging~ But after watching yesterday's game, I realized that you are really so good." Su Xiaobai got up and ran to Under the basket, he clumsily made a layup, and said with a smile, "It's such a high basket, you hold the ball and throw it in with a swish~ It's as if the basketball will obey your orders."

Su Xiaobai ran to the field again, picked up the basketball that Jiang Yunhu had thrown away, stood on the three-point line, and stared at the looming ball frame under the lights in the classroom: "There's another note. Well, if I remember correctly, it should be Called a three-pointer? At that time, with the last 10 seconds left, Sister Luo desperately passed the ball to you. I really can’t imagine how much pressure you were under at that time! The hopes of the whole class were on yourself. If it were me, I might have cried on the spot. But you are so brave to make a move!"

After Jiang Yunhu heard it, he felt a little uncomfortable. That three-pointer was indeed his highlight on the field, and it can even be said to be the No.1 goal in all the games he has participated in in his life.

But don't forget, after the ball, it was Wenhao's counterattack immediately. He also ruined all the efforts of class 14 because of his underestimation of the enemy and his rash shots.

Jiang Yunhu's eyes darkened again, and he muttered: "Xiaobai, this ball is meaningless. In the basketball game, I will win and lose in the end."

"Ahu." Su Xiaobai interrupted Jiang Yunhu, with gentle eyes, as if watching the wound in his heart, and said sweetly, "This ball is very handsome. In my eyes, you were shining at that time~"

Jiang Yunhu froze in place after hearing this, and what Su Xiaobai said just now kept echoing in his mind.

When he stared at her pupils, he felt that a corner of his heart was melted.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, he stood up and said with a big grin: "That must be! It's the first time you've seen me play, and I can't behave well?"

Holding the basketball, Su Xiaobai smiled happily and said, "Can you teach me how to shoot a three-pointer? Come on, just where I stand, this is where you shoot the ball."

After Su Xiaobai stood firm, Jiang Yunhu ran over and made a standard demonstration action: "Look at my hand, you are holding the ball like this."

"Is that so?" Su Xiaobai tried his best to imitate, but in the end it was very crooked.

Jiang Yunhu held Su Xiaobai's wrist, and patiently helped her adjust the angle bit by bit until it was exactly the same as his own, then said emphatically: "Yes, that's it! Throw the ball hard!"

"Okay! Look at me!" Su Xiaobai threw the ball vigorously.

"Whoosh!~"

"Tattoo."

The basketball flew into the air and fell down. Not to mention a hit, it didn't even hit half the distance, and it rolled out.

Su Xiaobai tapped his head and stuck out his little tongue: "I'm too stupid."

Jiang Yunhu smirked and said: "It's okay, it's okay, beginners are like this. I couldn't make a shot when I touched basketball for the first time. I practiced slowly later."

"Dingling bell." At this time, the bell rang for the third period of late self-study.

"Hey, it's class, I have to go back and do my homework quickly, and I can't worry the teacher." Su Xiaobai ran over, picked up the ball on the ground, and called, "Ahu."

"Ok?"

Su Xiaobai passed the ball over, his smiling eyes were shining with gentle light in the distant lights, "If there is a chance, I hope to see you play again."

After Su Xiaobai left, Jiang Yunhu stood there holding the basketball.

The evening wind blows, and the autumn in November is getting colder, but there is a wonderful warmth in the wind.He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the direction Su Xiaobai had left. There were many shadows of trees, the lights in the classroom constantly cast mottled light, and the wind caressing the leaves caused bursts of sound, crisp and ethereal.

When he looked forward again, the insurmountable figure had quietly shattered, leaving only the basket that he had been staring at for 10 years.

Raise your hand, take off, throw, and the basketball draws a beautiful arc in the air.

"Pounce." When it hit, Jiang Yunhu's eyes seemed to have flames burning.

(End of this chapter)