Basketball glory

In the last 24 seconds, the criminal team had the ball.

The score was 89 to 88, one point behind.

"Do you think you can still defend against me in your current state?"

Although one point behind, Anron remained calm.

Martin, who was guarding him in front of him, had lost his breathing rhythm, and he had rested for more than five minutes, which was when he was at his best.

“You won’t know until you try it.”

In the last quarter, in order to catch up with the score, Martin rested for only one minute before resuming the game.

Grant had a bad touch and frequently hit the ball in the mid-range, so the score was slowly recovered.

Time passed by second by second, and Martin had already signaled not to come over to defend.

There was an open space in the province, and he passed the ball and was hit for the game-winner.

With seven seconds left, An Ran, who had been dribbling the ball, moved.

First, he dribbled the ball with his left and right hands, then turned his back and leaned on Martin, as if he wanted to turn and pass.

Martin, who had already become nervous, pressed forward with his strong body.

Through the uniform, An Ran could feel the sweat on his back.

The strength on his back became stronger and stronger, and An Ran failed to turn around.

The moment he turned around, he was pressed against Martin.

Instead, it's more like a back-fighting posture.

But, this is outside the three-point line.

"Don't come over!" Martin reminded hurriedly as if he felt his teammates wanted to come forward.

To others, this seemed to be An Ran's deliberate move, but Martin understood that An Ran really wanted to turn his back on others.

Four seconds left.

Hearing Martin's words, George was stunned for a moment. He really wanted to attack from a flank. Even he didn't think Martin could defend the ball when his physical strength was almost exhausted.

"boom"

"boom"

Listening to the sound of the basketball hitting the ground, George chose to believe him and did not step forward.

An Ran felt that her head was extremely clear at this moment.

Grant had already seen that he had not succeeded in breaking out, and was planning to run over from the bottom line.

If you pass the ball to him, he might be able to score.

Immediately, An Ran gave up the idea. Even if he ran over, how much time would he have to take action?

The weird back-up posture from outside the three-point line lasted for several seconds, and An Ran could feel Martin's strength getting stronger and stronger.

Because the greater the pressure he puts on the ball, the more likely Anron will make a mistake.

There is no time to think, only three seconds left.

An exerted force on his back, and Martin, who was as steady as a mountain, was knocked back half a step.

I want to post it again soon.

This is the time, there is no time for a second blow from behind.

Just like replicating Kobe's signature move, An Ran turned around and shot a fadeaway jumper from outside the three-point line.

Martin noticed this and quickly reached out his hand to cover his eyes.

"It's over, this is beyond the three-point line."

"It's better to turn over and lean back."

No one expected that this hastily shot goal would be scored.

An Ran, who was leaning back in the air, noticed a hand reaching out very quickly.

"Oops, the space is too small."

Just as he was rising, Martin's big hands covered his eyes.

"If he can't block the shot, just shoot based on your feeling." An Ran understood that he couldn't block the ball no matter what.

Even though my eyes were covered, I could still feel it.

And the feeling of practicing shooting day after day.

With the familiar movement of the wrist, the moment the ball flew out, it seemed as if everyone's breath had stopped.

"In!"

The sound of the basketball wiping the net was masked by the cheers of the prisoners, but everyone clearly saw the ball fall into the basket.

An Ran didn't have time to think too much as her body was thrown into the air by her enthusiastic teammates.

He didn't even notice Martin's expression. For this man, An Ran only had respect.

Respect his dedication to basketball.

Early the next morning, walk through the corridor.

"I am leaving."

"Let's go, let's go. It's hard for me to be quiet without you here."

"Then don't miss me."

"You brat."

As usual, Enron and Smith bickered like children.

An Ran packed up some of his supplies and thousands of dollars earned from hard work early.

It's time to say goodbye.

Looking at An Ran's back as he slowly walked out of the cell door.

Smith said: "No matter what, don't give up basketball."

Hearing the seriousness in his words, An Ran hummed softly.

I'm afraid that if I reply to him, I won't be able to hold back tears.

After all, it was a relationship that took place under the same roof for two years.

Maybe we will never see each other again, maybe we will again.

Hearing the cell door slam shut again, An Ran walked forward without looking back.

Walking out of the accommodation area, An Ran saw Martin waiting here early.

"There are still 5 minutes to go, quite on time."

"Why, you still won't let me go?" An Ran said with a smile.

"Won't."

Martin took out a pack of cigarettes, threw one to An Ran, and lit one himself.

"I haven't smoked for a long time."

An Ran lit the fireworks, took a deep breath, and then spit it out, as if he wanted to spit out the unhappiness in his heart over the past two years.

The two of them just leaned against the wall, smoking silently without saying a word.

Instinct told An Ran that he must have something to say.

"That year, I was 24 years old and had just suffered a serious injury."

"I obviously signed a two-way contract with the team, but in a preseason game, I tore my Achilles tendon."

Martin's words suddenly shocked An Ran's heart.

How can someone who has suffered an Achilles tendon tear still maintain such strength?

"After more than a year of recuperating, I can only recover 80% in the end. Naturally, I won't be able to play in the NBA."

"When I was most frustrated, I happened to bump into Tracy McGrady and Yao Ming who came to play on the field."

"Fortunately, that night in Houston, Yao Ming and I played a game on the court."

"If you haven't played in the NBA, you may not experience that kind of all-round pressure, which makes you completely afraid to attack the inside guarded by Yao Ming."

"Only I, after being cheated countless times by Yao Ming, successfully dunked a basket without his negligence."

"Haha, isn't it incredible?"

"But I'm not excited at all, because I'm already half a cripple and can never play in the NBA again."

An Ran could feel the deepness in his tone, but had no idea what to say.

I'm afraid only you know the inner struggle and pain.

"Then, Yao Ming actually noticed my right leg. Are people from China so perceptive?"

"When Tracy McGrady finally told him to leave, Yao Ming came over and said to me."

"He said that injuries are not terrible, and he can still stand up as a good man."

"It was his words that gave me confidence to find a job again. Yes, it was the prison director."

"But he fell to his injuries and never stood up again."

"It was him who showed Chinese culture to the NBA and the United States. It was him who allowed humility and gentleness to wash away the perennial impetuosity and money worship in the NBA. It was him who allowed countless lost young people to find the direction of struggle again."

"But he fell to injury, but he never stood up again."

"He is Yao Ming, the unique Yao Ming, the unique Chinese."