Basketball glory

"Sorry, Grant, he's new here."

Just when An Ran was stunned.

Smith's voice was faintly heard.

"You two are really brave."

In an instant, more than a dozen people poured out from all sides of the square, surrounding An Ran and Smith.

At this time, An Ran also realized that the stadium was owned.

That's why no one dared to step forward.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart, I just came here and yet I got into such big trouble just because I let myself go.

After scanning the people gathered around, An Ran felt a chill in her heart.

"There are so many people, I'm afraid we can't defeat them."

If we talk about ordinary people, with their height, weight and some fighting skills, four or five people still can't get in.

But this was a prison, and none of the dozen or so people gathered around looked like a soft persimmon.

Especially some black men, whose strong biceps are almost ready to burst their shirts.

Seeing them, An Ran suddenly thought of Martin, who was of the same stature as them.

"I hope he can come to save me in time, otherwise I would be in trouble today."

Smith, however, kept staring at Grant without moving his eyes away.

"He's new here, please!"

As he spoke, he bent down and bowed as a gentleman.

"Maybe a little polish on him can help you beat the prison team."

Grant had no intention of letting the two of them walk out easily, but Smith's words reminded him.

The humiliation of being knocked to the ground just now made me crazy, and I didn't calm down to think.

Although the ball did not go into the basket in the end, it was enough to show the young man's strong physical fitness.

If his skills weren't so bad, he might actually be the starting point guard in our team.

Then Grant shook his head again,

I thought to myself: "There are many black brothers with this level of jumping. They have the same rough skills, so what advantage does he have?"

Grant didn't believe it. In terms of physical fitness, could this yellow man be better than a black man?

Although he thought so in his heart, he still gave the two of them a step.

Because if the commotion gets bigger and the prison guards intervene, it will be very troublesome.

"Let's go, kid. Be more careful next time."

Hearing his reply, Smith felt happy that he could finally escape. He hurriedly pulled An Ran away.

And as if feeling Grant's disdain, the rebellious youth in An Ran couldn't help but riot again,

Said: "Next time on the court, I will beat you up!"

I don’t know who I learned it from. I was an honest middle school student in China, but when I came to the United States, I became so public.

Smith trembled with fright and immediately pulled An Ran out of the stadium and hid in a corner of the square where there were few people.

The United States has an open atmosphere and people's personalities are relatively open-minded, not as conservative as in the United States.

Therefore, Smith did not blame An Ran for his harsh words in the end, he just regarded the young man as young and energetic.

"What do you think?"

Warden Martin in the stands saw the whole conflict in his eyes.

The two-meter-tall man next to him had less aura than Martin, who was in his early 180s.

"You can't beat us."

After thinking for a long time, the man didn't know what to say, so he told the truth.

Martin nodded.

"It is indeed the case, no, it is the case now."

Martin's words were too profound, and the prison guard standing behind him couldn't understand them at all.

Just a dunk, not even a dunk.

Why did Martin say this?

Martin turned around and left without giving him a chance to ask, but he was thinking about the oppression that the 226cm tall Chinese giant had brought to him.

"Just because he is also a Chinese."

"An Ran, I can feel that you love basketball very much."

"Thank you." Hearing Smith's voice, An Ran responded politely.

It is not easy for him to stand up and speak for himself under such circumstances today.

One mistake and he might be beaten today. After all, there is a mixed bag of people in the prison.

"Can you tell me why the basketball court belongs to them?"

"That's the white man over two meters tall."

Following An Ran's gaze, Smith saw Grant, who was playing a full game on the court.

In fact, without looking, Smith knew that An Ran was talking about him.

Because it is obvious that this person has a very strong leadership temperament on the court.

"Actually, the stadium is not his, he just has the right to use it."

Smith paused slightly, seeming to organize his words.

“The basketball court in the indoor square originated from Martin.

He is an out-and-out basketball fan, and within a few years of coming here, he has inspired everyone to be crazy about basketball."

An Ran nodded slightly, expressing his agreement. There was a large group of people surrounding the stadium.

Among them were many good-looking female prisoners and older men.

The largest number of young people occupied the best viewing position in the stadium, and their shouts could be heard from a distance.

The violent impact of muscles made their adrenaline surge, and they screamed endlessly.

Some female prisoners were much more civilized. While watching the ball, they pointed and seemed to be commenting on the tactics of the previous round.

"He secured batches of new clothes for us, provided us with opportunities for labor reform, and provided us with good meals."

Seeing An Ran turn around, Smith said.

"But he has one condition, which is that the team beats the prison guard team he organized.

Otherwise, the supplies provided to us will be reduced!”

"Every morning and evening, we will gather here and practice for a total of four hours."

"But you also see, there is only one stadium.

Therefore, the most powerful person will be qualified to allocate the rights to use the stadium and formulate training plans."

"On the first of every month, there is a competition with the prison guard team. If you win, you can get more supplies. And every Sunday, there will be a training match between the prison guards and these prisoners. This is the time for both sides to get to know their opponents."

After hearing Smith say so much in one breath, An Ran understood.

I finally understand why basketball culture is so prevalent in this prison.

Warden Martin can lift up the entire prison atmosphere by himself, and his personal charm is evident.

"Haha, so after Martin came, the atmosphere in the prison changed a lot."

Smith looked at An Ran and suddenly laughed.

"Yes, when people have hope, they will not give up on themselves and take risks."

An Ran understands that people here will be confused about their future, and all of them will turn to basketball.

Because of basketball, they have hope to survive here.

Looking at a corner not far away, a girl was practicing ball control. Her rhythmic dribbling put An Ran to shame.

"Because there is only one court, most people can only practice ball control by themselves after grabbing the basketball."

Noticing An Ran's gaze, Smith said in time.

"According to my observation, there are more than ten people here who have ball-handling skills that reach the level of D-League guards."

Hearing his words, An Ran's eyes almost popped out of his head. This is such a terrifying number.

"But would you want someone who doesn't have any shooting ability?" Smith said with a smile.

This abnormal basketball skill made An Ran unable to calm down for a long time.