Basketball glory

An Ran left Beijing with regrets and a record of one win and one loss. This was the first time he came to Beijing, but it was by no means the last time.

An Ran felt a little pity that he didn't even go to Beijing. Climbing the Great Wall and visiting the Forbidden City have always been his dreams.

After staying in the apartment for a day, Anron felt that her body had recovered very well.

In the next game against the Bayi team, Jeter returned, so with a wave of Caesar's hand, Anron suspended one game to recuperate from his injury.

A six-day short vacation was enough to recover. An Ran even felt that given one day, she could recover to the point where she could play ball.

After hearing An Ran's idea, Tao Hanlin was so frightened on the phone that he threw his phone away.

This is just a touch of a finger and can be recovered in a day. Is this still a human being?

The first month's salary has been paid into the card, and An Ran feels that she has a lot of money instantly. After all, she earned it by selling her labor force, so she feels at ease.

In CBA, the annual salary is paid on a monthly basis. Enron feels that this is a really good system. If wages are not paid, he will not even be able to afford a house.

Looking at the extra 60,000 yuan in the card, An Ran felt that it was time to go home. Otherwise, it would be good to take her uncle and An Wen over and have fun together in Jinan.

An Ran, whose salary was a bit inflated, naturally ignored that An Wen had been studying in middle school in Jinan for six years, and An Zhigang had lived in Jinan all his life, and he couldn't be more familiar with this place.

The sun was already beating down on her buttocks, but An Ran still had no intention of getting up. How could she not sleep in during this rare little vacation?

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, An Ran suddenly jumped up from the bed.

Last night.

After the game, An Ran underwent a series of inspections and found that there was indeed no structural damage. This made everyone feel relieved and finally stopped circling him around.

Although An Ran also felt a little fussy, he still cooperated and carried out a series of inspections.

Just in the early morning when he was about to take the bus to the airport to catch his flight, An Ran was suddenly told by Caesar to wait for a while.

Everyone else took their cars to the hotel to pack their things, but An Ran stood blankly in the wind, disheveled.

After waiting for a long time, a tall man walked in. An Ran took a closer look and realized that it was Yao Ming.

When he first saw Yao Ming, An Ran felt that his legend was completely different from his own. It seemed that he could not feel the dominance of being a top center, but felt more of his unique sense of elegance.

An Ran asked him uncertainly, and regretted it the moment she said it. This was obviously Yao Ming. What else could you doubt?

"It's really you, God, it's really you!" An Ran was very excited. After all, he is an epoch-making superstar and the undisputed number one player in Chinese basketball.

"Haha, it's just a false reputation." Yao Ming waved his hand, obviously not caring about these things.

An Ran doesn't see it that way. Yao Ming is not just a false name, but he is truly capable and has been recognized as the number one player in the international arena. How can he be wrong?

However, he knew that he was being self-effacing, so he didn't continue talking.

"You played very well in this game. You and Guo Ailun are the only new generation players on the back line." Yao Ming said unhurriedly.

An Ran, who is 1.95 meters tall, looks like a child when facing him, needing to raise her head to look at him.

This is indeed the case. China has too few high-quality outside players. In the 2012 Olympics, they could not be defended for more than half of the game. This is already a shame for the Chinese men's basketball back line.

"How can I be so powerful? I'm far from it." An Ran said embarrassedly.

Facing this person who made great contributions to Chinese basketball, An Ran felt that there was really no reason to be proud.

It was very pleasant to get along with Yao Ming. He has a good personality and first-class communication skills. In just a few words, An Ran let go of the estrangement and the two started chatting.

The more the two people came into contact, the more An Ran felt that his success was no accident. To be able to gain a foothold in the United States, it was not enough to just rely on technical ability, but also needed other things.

Wang Zhizhi, Battelle, and Yi Jianlian all went to the United States to fight, but in the end only Yao Ming had the last laugh, which has something to do with his super high emotional intelligence.

"By the way, someone gave me a letter before and asked me to give it to you for no reason." An Ran suddenly interrupted.

This matter was not that urgent originally, but after meeting Yao Ming, now is the best time to send the letter. I don’t know when we will see each other next time.

"Letter? What letter?" Yao Ming asked curiously. He didn't expect that after so many years since he left the United States, someone would still remember him.

"She is a woman. I don't think she is forty years old. She didn't say anything. She just asked me to give you the letter. I can't tell her nationality, but she does speak English very well."

An Ran's words also aroused some doubts and curiosity in Yao Ming, but after thinking about it for a long time, he never thought of who this was.

"Where is the letter? Can I read it?"

"Of course, but in the hotel where I'm staying, I might have to go get it together." An Ran said.

Yao Ming doesn't have any objections. It makes no difference to him whether he goes to bed early or goes to bed late.

When An Ran returned to the hotel and gave him the letter, it was obvious that his expression was much more serious.

An Ran felt that he must have recognized something from the handwriting, and had probably determined who wrote it to him.

Seeing his expression gradually becoming indifferent, An Ran felt that the content of the letter was definitely not that simple.

But if Yao Ming didn't say anything, An Ran would never ask. This kind of thing is obviously his own business. It's obviously not good to talk too much at this time.

But An Ran didn't think this was a secret that no one should know, because if the woman handed the letter to her, others might know the content of the letter. If she was really afraid of leaking something, why would she let a near-stranger know it?

Sending a letter.

What's more, what age is this? Even in prison, you can apply for access to electronic products. Wouldn't it be very easy to just call Yao Ming?

A lot of mysteries filled An Ran's imagination, but she didn't dare to make any wild guesses. She just became more and more curious, and couldn't figure out Yao Ming more and more.

For a moment, An Ran regretted not taking a peek at the content of the letter, but he immediately rejected his idea. He was no longer so curious about the content of the letter.

"An Ran, I'm sorry, I have something to take care of right away." While An Ran was waiting for him quietly, Yao Ming suddenly said.

"It doesn't matter. If you need help with anything, just come to me, even though I can't help you much." An Ran smiled bitterly.

"Okay, it's nothing major. I think I can handle it." Yao Ming nodded and thanked.

Although he appeared to be very relaxed, An Ran still caught a hint of solemnity on his face.

After saying that, Yao Ming turned around and left. The content of the letter must be very urgent, An Ran thought.

After staying in bed all morning, An Ran still couldn't figure out what happened last night, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

A carp jumped out of bed, ready to eat his own breakfast and lunch.

As soon as she climbed out of bed, An Ran received a call from her sister.

I thought she was here to care about whether there was something wrong with my hand, but I didn't expect that she felt a chill in my heart as soon as she came up.

"Brother, the All-Star voting is about to begin. Have you averaged 20+ points per game?"

Hearing An Wen's words, An Ran was surprised. She didn't expect that she would still remember this matter, but she didn't have any hope of making it to the All-Stars.

"Then it really depends on CBA. I thought you didn't care." An Ran changed her posture, sat on the bed, and said to her sister.

"How could you not care? That's my brother, my brother!" An Wen said confidently, as if he attached great importance to An Ran.

"Then how could you not know that your brother was injured!"

An Wen thought that he had just fooled him, but he didn't expect An Ran to yell at him suddenly. He was startled and thought something big had happened.

So An Wen asked with a guilty conscience what was going on, and felt relieved when he learned that his brother was fine.

"You still say you care about me!" An Ran yelled again, just like he used to teach his sister when he was a child.

It's like time went back more than ten years ago.

Hearing his brother's voice, Anwen felt warm and aggrieved. He just didn't watch this game. Why was his brother injured?