Basketball glory

After setting foot on American soil again, An Ran's mood was completely different.

The last time I came here was because I had no choice but to make a living, which is commonly known as cheap labor. But this time I came here to pursue my dream.

The reason why I chose New York as the first stop is because it is relatively close to Boston, so I can try out the Celtics first. After that, I only need to go to the Pacific Division to try out the Suns and Clippers. Enron's thinking is very clear.

It's all about convenience.

Winnie is currently staying in Jinan to deal with the follow-up contract issues with the Shandong team, so An Ran came alone for this trial.

Of course, the two most important reasons for coming to New York were not convenience. When leaving prison, prison guard Martin said that if he wanted to enter the NBA, he must tell him. An Ran knew that this was his life-long dream.

However, he can no longer achieve it. Maybe seeing that he can go to the league to work hard will make him feel better.

The second reason is Ai Li. An Ran hopes to have a frank talk with her. There has been no contact for more than a year. It is really sad that two good friends have become strangers now.

And Ellie's home is in New York, so it was a good choice for Enron to make New York his base.

After getting off the plane, An Ran had some food and went straight to the Baltimore Prison, wanting to see his old friends there.

It has to be said that the transportation network in the United States has been very well developed. It only takes two hours to get from the airport to Baltimore.

When she thinks of her days in Jinan, wondering if she could go out of the city in two hours, An Ran feels nostalgic.

Sitting on the shuttle bus to Baltimore Prison, An Ran felt that time really flew by.

At some point, in order to make it easier for relatives to visit the prison, a shuttle bus was set up from New York to the Baltimore prison every day. This was something that was unimaginable before.

The road has become wider after being repaired. An Ran doesn't know if there will be non-mainstream young people who like to race cars here at night, but it is certain that there are still so few people on this road.

It's the hot season again, and fewer people will pass by this deserted road. You can even see things thousands of meters away at a glance.

The people in the car were all gloomy, because for those visiting the prison, the thought of their loved ones suffering inside would be filled with lamentation.

However, there are also some children who play games carelessly, as if what happens next has nothing to do with them.

In fact, An Ran could have chosen to call Martin, but after all, this is the place where he stayed for two years, and it is a place where people can change. Although it sounds uncomfortable to go back to prison, An Ran still wants to come back and have a look.

, look at those old friends.

Maybe many people have been released from prison, An Ran thought silently.

Just when the car was running so fast that people were drowsy, and just when the sun wanted to melt the asphalt road, An Ran finally saw the prison gate.

From a distance, it still looks so tall and depressing. In a free country like the United States, it is hard to imagine that there would be such a strictly managed place, such a depressing place.

"Brother, please go back and sit down first. This kind of place seems far away when you look at it. It can't be reached in half an hour!"

Seeing An Ran stand up and keep pushing forward, the white driver with big yellow teeth finally couldn't help but remind him.

After An Ran heard what he said, she glanced at the door in the distance again and went back to sit obediently without any excuse.

The last time Ellie and I were released from prison, we drove for a long time. After the car broke down, our legs were almost broken before we walked out. This is enough to prove how long this journey to the plains was.

After waiting for a long time, An Ran finally arrived at the Baltimore Prison, but An Ran felt that there was something unusual in the strange silence.

In normal times, this place is very lively, not to mention bustling with people, because there is a large open space around the prison that is contracted by the company, and some prisoners undergoing labor reform are sent here to plant some crops.

Today, there is no one around the prison. Only a few prison guards on duty are still sticking to their posts, guarding the prison entrance under the bright sun.

"Prison visit?" A young man wearing a hat asked An Ran.

After seeing him, An Ran knew better. Sure enough, things had changed a lot this year. There were actually so many prison guards who didn't even recognize him.

"I'm here to see your warden, Martin." An Ran responded politely.

Hearing An Ran's reply, the young man gave him a surprised look, which made people feel baffled.

After seeing the prison guard on duty beside him gently nodding his head, he agreed to let An Ran in.

"Come in quickly, you only have half an hour. Don't run around. They are all in the square now, but don't go in. Just ask the uniformed prison guards to report whoever you want to find." The young man said in one breath.

Just when An Ran was about to say thank you and go in, the black uncle on duty next to the young man reminded: "The warden is not Martin now. He has been transferred to a job in the city. But you want to see your old friend

It’s still okay, just pay attention to safety, it’s not as good as it used to be.”

Hearing the black uncle's words, An Ran knew that he recognized her. After all, he was the number one person who stirred up trouble in this prison a year ago.

But what An Ran is confused about is, what does it mean to be no better than before?

Is it because a new prison guard has become more strict?

After leaving his ID, An Ran walked to the Central Square with ease. This building can be said to be the place that An Ran is most familiar with. It is no exaggeration to say that even with his eyes closed, he can go back and forth several times without getting lost.

An Ran looked at the surrounding environment here. Regardless of his identity, this is indeed a very suitable place for retirement.

With high-quality air, suitable climate, and endless plains, if it were said that a farm was built here instead of a prison, there would definitely be many people who would believe it without hesitation.

"What's wrong? You don't recognize it?"

Seeing An Ran walking around here, someone finally came over and said hello to An Ran.

An Ran took a closer look and found that the prison guard had no impression of himself, but since he recognized him, it meant that he was also the old prison guard from a year ago.

Declining his offer to lead the way, An Ran slipped into the central square while they were not paying attention. An Ran knew that this time was generally not a time for concentrated exercise, so he walked in without any scruples.

Looking at the brightly painted basketball hoops and the renovated plastic court on the square, An Ran felt a little delusional for a moment, as if this was not a prison at all, but a large basketball stadium.

But after looking around, except for the basketball court, which has been repaired, the other equipment is still the same. It has not been updated at all and is still so old.

"Oh, really, how can a prison and a gym be compared?" An Ran sighed and said mockingly.

It’s already great to have this kind of exercise environment, so what kind of new equipment do you need?

Even if there is no personal space for exercise in prison, it is just a dumb thing to eat Coptis chinensis. Needless to say, there is still a long time to exercise every day.

Baltimore prisons are already very humane.

"An Ran? Is that you?" Hearing a cry, An Ran turned his head unconsciously.

A tall black man walked over, but to Enron's disappointment he was not Martin.

"I'm George, the starting small forward of the prison team at that time! Do you remember me?"

Hearing him announce his home, An Ran finally recalled that the Prison Guards team's second stable scoring point, the Prison Guards team's starting small forward George.

When Enron's technology was still immature, his defense made Enron almost cry. Because he was that kind of pure muscle maniac, sprinting like a truck.

Hearing his voice, the memories that had been sleeping peacefully came to life.

"Hello, I remember, how could I forget you." An Ran responded with a smile.

Seeing him, An Ran immediately asked: "Where is Martin? I heard that he no longer works here? Then who is managing the prison now?"

Hearing An Ran's words, George looked a little unnatural, but he still said: "Martin, you have been promoted. If you are in prison every day, there is no way out. It's better to leave."

Then he sighed and said: "Who is responsible now? I can't tell you this, but it's just not as comfortable as before."

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, An Ran was too embarrassed to ask further, so he had to change the subject and said: "Then are we still playing games now? Won't all Martin's old traditions be lost?"

An Ran leaned over and touched the floor. The rubber floor still felt so good to the touch, and the color had become darker, which proved that there was still a lot of movement here.

"Let me tell you, the wood in the middle of the court is real NBA-specific wood. It is very expensive to make. The rubber track around it is also made of the best material. It has no smell and feels good to the touch."

George curled his lips: "I don't know where I hired this person from. He is rich, but his understanding of basketball seems to be a little different."

His words also instantly aroused An Ran's interest. His understanding of basketball is different? What does it mean?

Seeing An Ran's curious eyes, George hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything. Instead, he looked around and found that no one took out his phone.

Seeing that he skillfully opened the phone, he found a few pictures and handed them to An Ran.

An Ran took the phone and what he saw was Grant's long figure. But when he looked down, those photos were so shocking.

Grant knelt down under the basket, holding his twisted calf at almost 90 degrees and moaning in pain. Looking at the photos through the screen, An Ran could feel his pain at that time.

An Ran asked in disbelief: "What's going on? Is he injured?"

What he got in return was George's constant lamentations.