Super Heavy Artillery

　　Lao Luo is gone.

　　 left the stadium he built for his son. In the end, An Luo didn't know where his son had gone, but it is estimated that the follow-up of the story may not be good.

　　 In the next ten days, An Luo returned to the days of one person and one court. But he didn't go to play basketball with other people, he was a little bit reluctant to this place.

　　 More importantly, something happened during the period that made him have to re-plan his life.

　　 On the third day after Lao Luo left, An Luo still brought the basketball to the court early in the morning. He went through the same training program that Lao Luo arranged for him every day. He was serious, even more serious than when Lao Luo was there.

　　 After completing the basic skills, An Luo began to practice shooting. In fact, this is almost the same as before he met Lao Luo. Originally, An Luo also shot the ball. After all, what tricks can he play alone?

　　 An Luo feels strange today! Although he has never made a high percentage of his shots, he is not so bad that he has shot more than 100 consecutively without making a shot.

　　 But this happened!

"It's a real dog! This basket is covered! What kind of basketball are you playing like this? You can't be ashamed! Just go home and raise pigs!" An Luo's face was burning hot, he was not casual Having said that, his family really raises pigs.

　　 I was tired from exercising, but now my heart is tired too.

　　Lao Luo is right. He really has no talent in basketball.

　　 An Luo lay on the court with his limbs spread out into a big character. He stared at the clouds that curled up in the sky at that time, and he couldn't help but stunned again.

　　 These days, he always imagined that he became an NBA player. In the huge stadium, with the cheers of tens of thousands of people, play against the best basketball players in the world. At this time, Anluo, with outstanding strength, can always lead the team to win in one game after another.

　　Dreaming this thing, whether it should be there or not, is still a question. Sometimes it is necessary to dream to give people the strength to move forward, and sometimes it becomes a source of restlessness.

"Lao Luo, Lao Luo, you are not some kind of a hermit, or else you can wash my essence and change my talent!" An Luo raised his right hand and stared at the old man wearing it. The bracelet worn by Luo's son, thinking.

　　 Is a young man still a little unwilling to give up!

　　 "If only I could have some adventure!"

　　 But just after he thought so, everything in front of him began to be different.

　　 A white light shot from the ring on An Luo's right hand and pierced his eyes. At that moment, An Luo seemed to be blind and plunged into darkness. When he opened his eyes, everything changed.

　　 He opened his eyes vigorously, and suddenly realized that this is no longer the small stadium where he was just now! The surroundings were empty, except for half of the basketball court, nothing was left. Anluo discovered that this was a strange place, without flowers, trees, houses, vehicles, blue sky and white clouds, mountains and running water, and no sun, moon, stars, or bright sun.

　　What is this place? There is no sunlight but it is dazzling, and it does not look like there are lights and fires. That half of the basketball court is even more abrupt.

　　 "Bang...bang...bang..."

　　 Just as An Luo was looking around and frowning, the sound of a basketball hitting the floor came into his ears.

　　 There are still people here!

　　 An Luo was nervous! I'm afraid it was not kidnapped! But what did the kidnapper do when he kidnapped himself? Daddy An is a pig farmer, and he doesn't have much money in his hands! Isn't it because the organs will be used to sell money? He has never heard of such things since childhood. If that's the case, An Luo feels miserable!

　　 But when the person appeared in his field of vision, An Luo felt that he was thinking of something wrong.

　　 That was a teenager about his own age. He was wearing the No. 23 red Bulls jersey of the Joe Gang, and the boots of the Joe Gang — AirJordan1. An Luo would never admit his mistake, after all, that was a pair of sneakers that he wanted to get countless times.

　　 This outfit is a person who loves basketball. An Luo breathed a sigh of relief. People who love basketball shouldn't be a gangster.

　　 The boy waved at An Luo, then slowly walked into the court with the ball. That bright red body looked very unreal in this pale and almost nothing space.

"Hi!"

　　 An Luo is very curious, it is strange to meet another person in such a strange place! He walked over and greeted them. They are all people who love basketball, and it is natural to have an inexplicable sense of intimacy!

　　 The boy didn't answer, and dribbled the ball on his own. Judging from his movements and rhythm, this is a master. The basic skills of this teenager are very good, and the basketball seems to grow in his hands.

　　 An Luo is envious! Although Luo's training has gone through, his dribbling is also good. But that's just for ordinary people, they still can't handle it in front of real masters.

　　 is not just dribbling, changing direction, slam dunk, layup, mid-range shot, three-pointer, that boy also came in handy. Anluo hasn't seen how professional players play, but he thinks this teenager may be almost the same.

　　 Thinking about himself again, he was very disappointed.

　　 God is selfish after all. Some people are locked in tight boxes, leaving no gaps; while others are thrown directly into the wilderness, where they want to go.

　　 "Do you love basketball?"

　　 Suddenly, a voice reached An Luo's ear. In this empty space, it looks ethereal. It seems to have traveled through many time and space.

"me?"

　　An Yan was not sure if he was asking himself, he asked the boy.

　　The boy nodded.

　　 "Of course I love basketball!" An Luo was very sure.

　　 "Want to play basketball?"

　　Uh, where did you hear this?

　　 "Think! I play basketball every day."

　　 "Do you want to play in a bigger place?"

Ah! How big is a big place?

　　 An Luo knows what he is capable of, so it would be nice to be able to make a good shot. For him, the pitch in the park is big enough.

　　 "Such as CBA, NBA, national team..."

　　 "Do you think I can think about this under this condition?" An Luo was speechless.

　　 I can’t remember all the twenty-six English letters, you let me take the TOEFL test! This is not nonsense!

"why not?"

　　 The boy looked at An Luo seriously with a very surprised look.

　　 I'm afraid this guy has a problem with his head! An Luo beat a drum in his heart. The neurosis is not much better than those gangsters!

　　 "Don't you dare to think about it?" The boy raised his head and looked at the sky that didn't exist, as if talking to himself.

　　 "What do you want? In the end, you still have to recognize reality!" An Luo is a realist, he never let himself fall into unrealistic fantasy.

　　 "Come and cast a few!"

　　 An Luo catches the flying basketball, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, he hasn't played with his peers in a long time. After adjusting his posture, he pulled out the basketball in his hand.

feels good!

　　 Actually, the ball was shot very beautifully. Although An Luo's shooting percentage has not improved in the past forty days, his posture has been corrected. Even if he was still a little away from Lao Luo, he still took the shot.

　　 "唰~"

　　 The basketball wiped the net, as if splashing on a calm lake.

　　 This is An Luo's first goal today! He is very happy! Sometimes happiness is as simple as that.

　　 Then, An Luo made a lot of consecutive goals. How to vote how to have! It seems that all the shots missed this morning were concentrated at this time.

　　 An Luo felt something was wrong, it was not his normal level. Even if it is extraordinary performance, it will not be so accurate!

　　 "Don't try others? For example, deduct one?"

　　 "Me?" An Luo shook his head, but there was a feeling of eagerness in his heart. Perhaps, in this supernormal state, I can really deduct it!

　　 "How can I know if I don't try it!"

　　 The boy's words are like flowers that attract honey, with a great temptation to make An Luo act.

　　 An Luo doesn't know those fancy moves. He held the ball and rushed to the backboard, kicked his legs **** the ground, rushed up and flew into the sky, then held the ball with both hands and slammed it into the basket.

　　 He felt an incomparable beauty, a mood that he had never experienced in the past seventeen years.

　　 An Luo fell in love with this feeling! Perhaps, I can do better! For basketball before, he could do more.