Basketball glory

Feeling that George's expression was unnatural, An Ran leaned closer to the phone and carefully flipped through the photos he had taken. However, these photos were all of large-scale confrontations, merciless, like violent basketball.

The more he looked at it, the angrier he became. An Ran turned to Grant's photo and asked, "What on earth is going on? How could there be such a serious fracture? Is he still here?"

Enron's resentment stung George's heart even more. After all, there had never been such a serious injury when Martin was there.

"There are still games, but I have quit the prison guard team. Prison basketball now has changed. It is no longer a competitive sport."

George shook his head and continued with some reluctance: "The new warden is a violent person. He prefers to watch passionate confrontations, people's roars, and what we think are perverted behaviors."

As if recalling what he had done, An Ran saw George's body trembling continuously, and the vibrato in his voice made people intuitively feel the fear from the heart.

"Grant is no longer here. He was temporarily sent to the hospital for isolation treatment due to serious injuries."

George glanced at An Ran and saw that his expression was normal, and then he dared to continue: "After Martin left, this basketball tradition was passed down. The basketball atmosphere has always been very good, until the new one has brought him a few

When the cronies came here, basketball became their way of having fun, and they still played the ball, but it changed the flavor."

"What do you mean? What does it mean that it has changed?" An Ran asked.

"They just transferred their personal bad taste to basketball. They kept making small moves. That kind of malicious attacks can be seen almost everywhere on the court. Basketball has completely turned into football, no! It has turned into free fighting!"

George took a deep breath, as if he was letting out all the depression in his heart.

"That shouldn't be the case. With Grant's fighting ability and body, who can beat him?"

George continued: "Yeah, Grant couldn't stand their mischief, so he played a little more fiercely on the court, and then injured a few prison guards. Then he was pulled down hard while dunking and broke his calf."

Hearing his description, An Ran could feel the danger of the situation at that time. This kind of malicious foul was out of the scope of sports, and it was completely based on the idea of ​​​​destroying others.

While feeling sorry for him, An Ran asked. After learning that none of the starters from the prison team a year ago were still playing, An Ran sighed.

Nowadays, prison basketball has become a tool for strong prison guards to knock over the ruled in this land and satisfy their own pleasure.

Only now did An Ran truly feel how upright and kind Martin was. There were probably not many people who could be friends with prisoners.

Enron knew that Martin was a good man, and everyone in the Baltimore prison knew that he would not discriminate against those who had committed serious crimes, but would execute the court's judgment without hesitation and be meticulous.

For some people who have gone astray due to a single thought, Martin is willing to spend time to influence them so that they can live a normal life after being released from prison. The good qualities of a Christian are vividly displayed in him.

But now, An Ran smiled, in fact, now is the real prison.

"Time is running out, I'm ready to leave. Is Smith still here?"

As his true basketball coach, and someone who had been living under the same roof for a year, An Ran naturally remembered him, so he also asked, since he hadn't seen Martin, how about meeting Smith.

"Let me take you there. You should be eating in the dining hall at this time." George said softly.

In fact, it is not the prison guards who have the final say on the visiting time in prison. Those with good connections and a lot of money can stay longer. It is not impossible to even talk to a few female prisoners about their lives.

So when An Ran said there was not enough time, George was stunned for a moment, but then he figured out what kind of person he was, and he definitely didn't want to have anything to do with the people here.

Following his footsteps, An Ran came to the familiar canteen, which was still as shabby as ever.

The old walls have fallen off, and the vines hanging down from the top have even covered some windows. You don't need to go in to take a look at An Ran to know that it will not be bright inside.

An Ran felt very uncomfortable. She didn't expect such a big change in one year. When she left, although the walls were dirty, at least someone came to clean them every day. This phenomenon of large vines had never happened before.

appeared.

In one year, this restaurant has turned into a dilapidated building, which is really sad.

Although An Ran knew that it would take a lot of money to repair a canteen that could accommodate thousands of people, but at least it couldn't be turned into a pig's nest.

Looking at a few people walking out, An Ran felt extremely depressed, because there was no longer any desire for life in their eyes. They were indifferent and exhausted.

An Ran knew that when Martin was the prison warden, almost everyone was actively undergoing labor reform, in order to have their sentences reduced based on good performance, or at the worst, to obtain better conditions.

Even though they are in prison, everyone has their thoughts and knows that they have a chance to turn over a new leaf now that they have reformed.

But now, seeing the fear and numbness in their eyes that were worse than death, An Ran knew that these people were ruined.

An Ran prayed that Smith would not become such a person, while walking into the cafeteria, looking for him among hundreds of people.

In the end, An Ran was not disappointed. In a corner with relatively few people, An Ran found Smith eating alone and silently.

An Ran's appearance was pretty good, he was still neat and tidy, and although his eyes were a little dull, they were far from numb.

It's just that one year has made him obviously older. Before, he was a middle-aged uncle, but now his energy has more than doubled.

And his state is also a microcosm of most people in prison. Almost everyone has to survive between daily high-pressure labor and endless torture. It is strange that people can live comfortably.

An Ran walked lightly, and then slowly leaned towards him, but surprisingly, he had no intention of raising his head at all, and still ate his food meticulously.

An Ran didn't know whether he noticed someone coming but didn't want to raise his head, or whether he saw it was him and was embarrassed to raise his head.

But now that he is here, it is still appropriate to say hello to him.

"Smith, how are you doing?" An Ran came to stand next to him and said softly.

Hearing An Ran's voice, it was obvious that his body trembled, and then he suddenly raised his head.

After confirming that it was safe, Smith breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently he didn't expect that someone was actually calling him just now.

Although he was very embarrassed after being tortured, An Ran felt that his mentality was still very good, and at least he did not lose his confidence in living.

Smith said: "Why are you here? Didn't you go back to China?"

"I'm not allowed to come back after I've returned to China. Flights are so convenient now." An Ran responded immediately.

Smith reacted quickly, quickly extracted the key information from An Ran's words, and then continued: "If you want to come back, are you going to enter the NBA?"

Smith's eyes lit up, and he obviously did not expect that Enron would have the opportunity to enter the league so soon.

"I received trial training notices from five companies, but I rejected two of them. By the way, to tell you the truth, I averaged 20+ points per game in the CBA." An Ran said proudly.

From simple conversations, An Ran can still feel his quick thinking, which is a quality that a coach should have. It seems that he has not been completely destroyed by the life here.

"It's not bad, but it's just not bad. Receiving a trial training is just the first step. You have to perform well. Before, you averaged 20+ points per game in CBA. At your age, you can probably do well."

He looks like a second-rounder." Smith analyzed calmly.

He also knows that whether Enron can get a good pick, this trial training will be a very critical part. Relying on the market behind China is far from enough. He must have the strength himself.

Smith was a little excited when he thought that another of his disciples was going to enter the NBA.

Seeing that his mental state was much better, An Ran knew that he really cared about himself. The prison environment could no longer be changed, and An Ran knew that she was his emotional sustenance.

As for what he joked about before, when An Ran became a big star, he could say a few nice words and maybe reduce his sentence by a few years. An Ran also knew that he was just talking and couldn't take it seriously.

"I know, I will perform well." An Ran responded, but immediately brought it up: "But my shooting has been unstable since returning to China. Yao Ming said that there is nothing wrong with my posture and that I need more practice. What do you think?

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After hearing An Ran's words, Smith also fell into deep thought. After waiting for a long time, he said: "Shooting actually depends on talent. Otherwise, do you think O'Neal can't practice free throws for so many years? I think you still lack an opportunity. Maybe when will you feel it?"

It’s coming.”

It is undoubtedly admirable that Smith got into working mode. Even though he was wearing prison uniform, he still gave Enron a lot of advice. Anron communicated with him some of the problems that he felt during the Chinese competition and got good answers.

It's not that An Ran was heartless. As soon as he finally came back, he talked about basketball, didn't reminisce about old times, and didn't care about him at all.

It's because An Ran is so familiar with him and already knows what he needs most. As long as he mentions basketball, Smith's interest will rise. This can cure all diseases.

Patting his arm, An Ran felt a little thinner and felt a bit regretful. If he could go out, he would definitely become a very good coach again, and he didn't know how many outstanding players he could train.

"By the way Anron, since you are going to enter the NBA, there are some things I won't hide from you." Smith suddenly said solemnly.

"What's the matter?" An Ran asked curiously.

Smith didn't hesitate at all, as if he expected Enron to ask this, and then immediately said: "Do you know why so many players compete for the championship every year?"

"This is honor, it represents status, it represents dominance, it represents a big contract!" An Ran replied without hesitation.

"Actually, there are shocking secrets hidden in the O'Brien championship trophy and championship ring. Only those who have won the championship are qualified to know this clue!"

Smith's words stunned An Ran for a moment. Secret? I've never heard of it...