Basketball glory

Not long after she fell asleep, An Ran was woken up by a loud bang outside the door.

Leaning against the window, I found that the corridor was full of people, and there were one or two prisoners waiting in front of each door.

There were still people passing by An Ran's cell, some with excitement, relief or numbness in their eyes.

"Get ready, open the door!"

With the sound of a trumpet coming from somewhere, the doors of each cell opened with a bang.

Then everyone in the corridor quickly ran back to their rooms.

"Japanese?"

"No, Chinese!"

Suddenly finding someone entering the door, An Ran responded subconsciously.

"Oh, God, aren't the Chinese obedient children? They can also commit crimes?"

Hearing this middle-aged man's strange words, An Ran couldn't help but feel angry.

"You'd better show some respect to my country."

An Ran rushed forward, put her shoulders against the man's chest, and restrained her hands. Then she spoke.

"No, WTF?"

"Can the Chinese be so powerful?"

Seemingly feeling An Ran's growing strength, the middle-aged man panicked.

He said hurriedly: "I didn't mean to insult, I was just curious, curious."

After hearing his words, An Ran relaxed his shoulders slightly. He had just come here and there was no need to cause any trouble.

After a few minutes of getting along, the middle-aged man in front of him could see An Ran's temper.

But it's true. How could you enter the prison if you don't have a temper?

"Call me Smith." Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit cold, the middle-aged man said.

No one wants people under the same roof to become enemies.

If you can't be harmonious in your own cell, how can you resist the pressure of others?

You must know that I don’t have many close friends, and even if I was bullied in prison, no one would stand up for me.

This is the tragedy of prison. If you don't stick together, you will be bullied.

"An Ran." As if she sensed his kindness, An Ran felt a little relieved, but her inner guard was not reduced at all.

"How did you get in?" An Ran suddenly said.

"Took some medicine." Hearing his answer, An Ran understood.

In Baltimore, this kind of thing is really not new. It's just that he is relatively unlucky.

Smith asked An Ran with a playful smile: "Boy, what about you?"

"We got into a fight and killed someone."

Upon hearing his reply, Smith shivered and the playful smile on his face disappeared.

He hurriedly distanced himself, as if An Ran would suddenly strike.

"Don't worry, that person will be punished for his evil deeds."

The first conversation ended in vain.

Enron's explanation did nothing to allay Smith's fears.

Seeing him keeping a distance, An Ran smiled helplessly.

Until about an hour later.

The loud "crash" sound startled An Ran and he stood up immediately.

"Don't worry, the door is just open. Every night at this time, we have two hours to go to the central arena to exercise. It is the main square of our prison. We call it the central arena."

After listening to his words, An Ran's eyes lit up. Are there basketballs to play in prison?

"By the way, you may not have anything to eat today, because our lunch and dinner are all taken care of at the work place."

After listening to his words, An Ran waved his hand, saying that he could tolerate not eating for a whole meal.

While the two were talking, the corridor was already crowded with people, obviously all rushing to the square.

In prison, there are actually several types of clothing.

An Ran took a look and discovered this phenomenon, so he asked: "What's going on?"

"This is all what Martin brought to us! You will know in a few days."

Full of questions, after walking for who knows how long, I finally arrived at the so-called Center Arena.

The square was crowded with all kinds of people, including male and female prisoners.

Not far away, several people were fiercely fighting for the treadmill, and from time to time, a few curse words starting with F were heard.

The single and parallel bars were full of people, having a great time.

What's more, male and female prisoners come to dark corners to do some intimate things.

However, if you act too aggressively, you will be reminded by the prison guards.

The weirdest thing is the basketball court in the center of the square. There are several basketballs on it, but no one has set foot on it.

"Why is it so crowded and no one is on the basketball court?"

This gray indoor square is filled with the steel atmosphere of an old factory.

Only the basketball stand was intact and even had a net installed.

If it weren't for the paint lines and the uneven floor, it would really feel like an underground streetball game.

"that place"

Just as Smith was about to speak, he realized that An Ran was missing and hurriedly searched everywhere.

"Wow, it's actually a Spalding ball, a special ball for the NBA."

Picking up a basketball on the court, An Ran felt the fulfilling feeling in his hands.

After a few quick moves, his years of love for basketball gave him very solid basic skills.

"What a great ball." I didn't expect that I could still play basketball in prison.

If you only have that little passion, you can still achieve it.

An Ran felt very satisfied.

In his excitement, he didn't even notice the sympathetic eyes of the people around him, looking at him as if he were a dead person.

An Ran looked at the basket not far away, and instantly felt her blood boiling, and rushed out in one stride.

As if he wanted to vent all his recent grievances on the basketball in his hands.

"Shuang" only saw one step from the free throw line, An Ran took off on one foot, and his right hand that was not too wide was able to grasp the basketball.

"Here, where is this kid?" Grant, who was warming up next to the basketball hoop, was stunned for a moment.

I thought to myself: "Who is this? He is so brave. Doesn't he know that I have the right to use the stadium now?"

This 2-meter-1 white man suddenly became angry.

This is simply a challenge to authority!

I finally got the right to use the basketball hoop for a week, and I am preparing to form a team to train and wait for the weekend to defeat the Martin Prison Guards Team.

What's even more irritating is that this person didn't even warm up and dared to directly pick up the ball and dunk. This is crazy.

In fact, An Ran didn't think that much, he was just too excited to get the basketball.

So I wanted to vent my resentment.

Seeing him take off, Grant stopped warming up and jumped out from behind the basketball hoop.

I struck later and planned to use my height advantage to reward him with a frontal blood cap.

His legs were like springs, and this white man actually bounced incredibly.

An Ran in the air could no longer hold back, and it seemed that he had no idea that someone would rush up in such a dangerous way.

You know that you are taking off from a running start, how dare you block it?

The prisoners around him didn't have time to think, so they could only open their mouths in surprise.

Then I saw two bodies colliding hard in the air.

The thick muffled sound made everyone feel nervous.

With a "bang", Grant was knocked to the ground by An Ran who was taking off during the run-up, and Grant's arm hit An Ran hard on his right hand.

An Ran's grip on the ball was unstable, and the ball flew straight to the backboard and then flew out.

An Ran lost his balance in the air, and his forward thrust was shattered.

A horse step hit the floor hard.

Everyone looked at this scene dumbfounded, seemingly in disbelief.