Basketball is Faith

　　Looking at Liu Xiaodong's leaving back, Li Qiang's pride in his heart was completely shattered. He walked to the side of the court in despair and picked up the basketball on the ground, preparing to leave the court that made him sad.

　　 "You have a good ball feel. If you can adjust your mentality, I believe you will make great progress!"

　　 Li Qiang raised his head and looked at Liu Mu with surprise. He couldn't believe that Liu Mu, who was known as the province's first center forward, could actually speak to himself.

　　 "I...I will work hard!" Li Qiang who reacted, said firmly.

　　 Yanagi smiled, then turned and left. He has to go home to pack his things, and the team will start training tomorrow to prepare for the National College League.

　　 Zhao Dazhuang, who was walking on the sidewalk by the side of the road, asked puzzledly: "Xiaodong, isn't your 38-shot shooting very accurate? Why does Coach Zhang want you to change your shooting?"

　　 "The coach said that the test of shooting is not only the ball feel and shooting rate, but also the shooting point. He said that the quality of a shooting posture will directly affect the performance of the players on the court."

　　 "Well, your shooting posture has become handsome now, but the shooting rate is really terrible. I seriously doubt that you will be blown by the opponent!" Zhao Dazhuang said with concern. He still thinks that Liu Xiaodong's 38 shooting is better, at least he can shoot basketball into the basket.

　　 "Don't you believe in the strength of Tsurujo's first shooting guard? Even if I don't shoot, I can easily defeat the opponent!" Liu Xiaodong looked solemn and serious, as if what he said was true!

　　 "Stop stinky fart, you should practice shooting more, find your sight and talk more!" Zhao Dazhuang rolled his eyes at Liu Xiaodong and ran forward.

"You stand still! You dare to despise me as a genius pitcher, I want you to know how good I am!" After Liu Xiaodong roared, he chased Zhao Dazhuang, letting pedestrians walking on both sides of the road look at this run by coincidence Two young people chasing.

Zhao Dazhuang ran to the gate of an old-fashioned community, and Liu Xiaodong from behind also chased him up. He made a gun gesture with his right hand against Zhao Dazhuang's back, pretending to be cold and saying: "Classmate Dazhuang, you can just say what you just said. Do you do it again?"

Zhao Dazhuang learned the scene of the arrest of the gangster in the movie, raised his hands up, and said in his almost laughing tone: "Oh, Comrade Police! I think you just misunderstood what I meant. I can repeat mine now. Really think?"

　　 "Say it quickly, it's better to let me hear the correct answer, otherwise...huh!" Liu Xiaodong said in a low, hoarse tone.

　　 "Brother Xiaodong, what are you doing?" A little boy with a cannon in hand came over and asked suspiciously.

　　 "Um..." Liu Xiaodong was embarrassed, and some did not know how to answer.

　　 "Your brother Xiaodong is playing the game of eagle and chick!" After Zhao Dazhuang said, looking at Liu Xiaodong, the two of them laughed at the same time.

　　 The cold weather prevented the residents outside the gate of the community from watching these two neurotic youths, and they accelerated the pace of entering.

　　 "Mom, I'm back!" Liu Xiaodong shouted, standing at the door of his house. His voice echoed over the corridor, causing two puppies to bark.

"You kid, didn't you bring your key before you went out!" With a squeak, the security door was opened, and a beautiful middle-aged woman walked out from inside. She is Liu Xiaodong's mother, Yang Ying, and she happens to be her today. Forty birthday.

　　 "Auntie has a good New Year, I'm here again to eat dinner, and I brought you a small gift by the way." Zhao Dazhuang said with a smile, seeing his warm appearance, I know that he often visits Liu Xiaodong's house.

　　 "You kid, why are you polite? Come in and sit down." Yang Ying greeted warmly. She knew that this chubby young man was the best classmate of her family Xiaodong.

　　 Zhao Dazhuang entered the house without any conscious of being a guest. He walked straight to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of drinks. He opened them and took two sips before handing them to Liu Xiaodong.

　　 "Quit, the coach will not let me drink carbonated drinks, it will interfere with the absorption of calcium and cause bone loss." Liu Xiaodong said seriously, this is what he promised the coach, he must abide by it.

　　 "Well, it seems that I can only be wronged and drink two bottles." When Zhao Dazhuang drank the drink, he deliberately gulped, making a sound of "gudong, gudong".

　　 Liu Xiaodong gave him a blank look, and went into the kitchen to help his mother prepare lunch.

　　 Zhao Dazhuang saw that Liu Xiaodong ignored himself and felt bored. He put a bottle of drink back into the refrigerator and went straight to the kitchen to help.

　　 At 12 noon, Liu Xiaodong’s father Liu Jun opened the security door and walked into the house with fruits in his hand. This rugged man with a height of 1.85 meters is the foreman of the railway construction section of the Cranecheng Railway Construction Section. It is the busiest time for him during the holidays every year. In case of emergencies, he has to work overtime to overhaul the sections. I rarely have time at home with my wife and children.

Today, he specially took a half-day vacation and went home to accompany his wife on her birthday. For this reason, he also bought two packs of good cigarettes for his colleagues and asked them to work for himself for half a day. After all, it is New Year's Day. Family~www.wuxiaspot.com~Uncle, happy new year! "After Zhao Dazhuang finished speaking, he was about to kowtow to Liu Jun for New Year greetings.

　　 Liu Jun grabbed Zhao Dazhuang, pretending to be angrily: "If you want to squeeze money, just say something, don't keep all these useless!"

　　 Zhao Dazhuang smiled and took a hundred-yuan bill from Liu Jun. He narrowed his eyes because he was so happy that he couldn't see it.

　　 "Stop smiling, I can see your stomach!"

　　 Hearing what Liu Xiaodong said, Zhao Dazhuang hurriedly put a hundred yuan bill into his pocket to prevent Liu Xiaodong from snatching it.

　　 "Dad, can't grandparents come here?" Liu Xiaodong asked expectantly.

　　 "We just came back from the village, did you want to break the rice for grandpa so soon?" Liu Jun said jokingly. As a father, he is very good at helping his son eliminate the feeling of missing him.

　　 "Uh..." Liu Xiaodong was speechless. He just wanted to live in the village with his grandparents, but he didn't miss the mosquitoes and bites in autumn!

　　 "Okay, don't scare Xiaodong, hurry up to wash your hands and get ready to eat." Yang Ying's grotesque sound came from the kitchen.

　　 "Yes, my wife!" As a good man with "strict wife control", Liu Jun resolutely obeyed his wife's instructions.

"Your dad seems to listen to your mother!" Zhao Dazhuang said maliciously, and there was a scene of Liu Jun kneeling on the washboard, accepting Yang Ying's constant tutoring, and he couldn't help laughing "haha" sound.

　　 "Idiot!" Liu Xiaodong glanced at him contemptuously, without thinking about what Zhao Dazhuang was thinking, he must have put his father's heroic deeds of kneeling instant noodles on his father's head.

　　 "Cut!" Zhao Dazhuang replied without cutting his eyes. He wanted to recall the birthday greetings he had prepared, and don't forget to eat later!