Guard With a Knife

Los Angeles was quiet at four o'clock in the morning. Duge, a thin Chinese student studying abroad, walked along the Jens Steps in the early morning and came to the hill next to the Royce Auditorium.

After a fight with Darren Collison, he was exhausted.

He lay down on the soft grass on the hillside, looking up at the starry sky that had not yet dissipated.

"I heard there is a meteor shower today."

He muttered something, but there was no sign of rain in the sky.

Dug is a sophomore international student at Anderson School of Business.

He received a full scholarship in his freshman year. For this reason, the school arranged for him to live in a special four-bedroom dormitory with three other full-scholarship students: unfortunately, these three were not Rely on academic performance, but rely on basketball.

They are the ace guard Darren Collison, super center Kevin Love, and the team's No. 3 backup point guard Russell Westbrook.

Kevin Love is a nice big white guy, low-key, calm, and doesn't like to talk too much.

Russell Westbrook is also very simple. Except for his dressing taste that makes Doug a headache, he meets all the requirements of being a best friend: in fact, even Doug's English name, which is widely circulated, is also written by him.

And yet...Darren Collison, the five-star NCAA player and superstar of the varsity team, is too cocky to have any roommates in his eyes. Moreover, he always made the public area of ​​the living room smoky, and often brought back different female companions. His hygiene and living conditions were unbearable for the cleanliness Doug.

Within a year, the two had no less than 20 conflicts, big or small.

There were seven or eight physical conflicts.

They are evenly matched every time. Although Darren Collison is physically stronger, Dug is more flexible. He has also learned martial arts and knows where to hit the most painful.

Therefore, the two sides have maintained a situation where neither can kill the other.

Tonight, the fierce conflict happened again.

Darren Collison had a phenomenal performance last Sunday, scoring 22 points, 11 assists and 6 rebounds. He won the attention of a large number of NBA scouts and even appeared on the cover of "Slam Dunk" magazine. This made him very excited, and kept comparing his name with LeBron James or OJ Mayo, and declared in the dormitory more than once: Wait and see, I will be an NBA player soon, and I will become a multi-millionaire soon Alright, you losers are waiting to sit in front of the TV and watch pitifully as I walk up to the podium at Madison Gardens.

He was always so outspoken that everyone didn't like him. Tonight, he invited a large number of female students to the dormitory for a party, leaving the living room in disarray like a garbage dump.

To the frantic music, an angry Doog turns around and smears hot sauce on his condom.

At three o'clock in the morning, a scream came from Collison's room.

Then the conflict started, and the two sides fought....

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The wind gently blew through the treetops, and the plane trees made a rustling sound.

The distant sky quietly reveals the sun's rays.

Doug, who was lying on the grass, thought everything was wonderful.

Although he is a top student in the business school, he has the air of a musician.

He hummed softly subconsciously: "On the banks of the Seine, the coffee on the left bank. I have a cup in my hand and taste your beauty. The mouth with lip prints. The flower shop rose, who wrote the wrong name. Confession balloon, the wind blows across the street, Smiles are flying in the sky. You said you are a little hard to chase, and you want me to retreat..."

Recently, some melodies and lyrics have always popped up in Doug's head inexplicably.

I don't know if it was caused by the car accident: Three months ago, he was hit on the head by a modified high-floor Hummer on Beverly Hills Boulevard, and fell to the ground. The car drove over him. Higher and not crushed. Instead, feeling the time in a dizzy state has become illusory.

Finally, the pretty blonde woke him up, and Doug repeatedly made sure he was fine, even though she offered to send him to the hospital for a checkup. But Duge was in a hurry to catch the plane back home, so he left only his business card.

Since then, when Doug reads the news or other information, he will have the illusion from time to time: I seem to have experienced this incident once.

He asked a lot of people, including Westbrook.

Everyone is not surprised. Westbrook even explained it from a psychological point of view: "Listen, Snoopy. This is the phenomenon of instant vision, also known as instant vision. It means that things or scenes that have never been experienced seem to appear at a certain time. a sense of déjà vu.”

"Psychologists have also pointed out that sometimes people don't need real memories at all, and it is possible for the brain to create a familiar feeling on its own."

Westbrook's appearance and his flamboyant non-mainstream attire make it hard to believe that he can speak such knowledgeable words. Duger went to find a book on psychology, and after confirming that this is not an isolated case, he finally felt at ease. down.

The stars are densely covered, and the night is quiet and beautiful.

"Singing is so good, I should go to Berklee College of Music."

Doug said to himself.

When he was very young, his mother, who was born as a singer, cultivated his talent in music. At the age of eleven, he obtained a tenth grade piano certificate.

A pair of slender and slender hands made domestic piano masters praise it as a gift from heaven. Doug must be accepted as a closed disciple.

Unfortunately, his father, Mr. Du Kefeng, a famous real estate developer in eastern Zhejiang Province, did not want his son to become a classical pianist. He hoped that Duge would study finance and become a financial giant in the future. He was tired of being called a native A 'humiliation' for the big money, who wants his son to be more foreign than those who criticize him. So, he sent Doug to the world's second-ranked Anderson School of Business for further study.

To be honest, Doug is a go-getter. He has been used to being arranged by his mother since he was a child, learning piano, dancing, martial arts, and violin. He never resists, and he can learn everything to a very proficient level.

He didn't really have much complaints about his father sending him to Anderson.

only.

"What will I do in the future?"

His eyes looked at the sky, and for the first time, he had doubts about the future in his heart.

The stars in the sky, the moon, and even the shadow of the sun on the horizon, the quiet night sky maintains a strange balance, and the thousands of stars do not flicker even for a moment.

Can't even God give me the answer?

Doug was suddenly a little frustrated.

At this time, a flash of flames galloped in front of him.

I saw a hot dazzling fireball falling from the sky.

"Damn it! It can't really be a shooting star!"

Duge was about to get up and run away...Boom!

A scorching warm current hit his body directly, and he lost consciousness and could no longer move. He only suffered scalding burns inside his body, as if being burned in a 1,000-degree high-temperature furnace.

What is more painful than burning is that the limbs and bones, whether it is muscles, bones, flesh, or blood vessels, are all crazily flowing with hot steel torrents.

Am I going to be liquefied by high temperature?

Is this the legendary 'Death is Coming'?

Doug was devastated. He could no longer imagine how sad his parents would be when they found out that he was missing.

I don't know how long it has been.

In his ear came Russell Westbrook's voice: "Snoopy! Where are you? Snoopy!"

I'm not dead yet?

His gradually blurred consciousness suddenly woke up, and his sense of survival became extremely strong. He found that the torrent of steel in his body seemed not to be so hot. I don't know if it is because it is integrated into the body to automatically cool down, or because my consciousness is close to numbness.

He tried to move his body, but found that he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, Russell Westbrook saw him.

"Hey, I said Snoopy, you did a great job tonight. Now Darren's in the hospital, and his goddamn mistress. Now, we should talk about our next move, you say, we'll put the Call his mom, or his fiancée first? Or coach Holland? I can't wait to take his varsity starting spot."

Russell came over: "What are you doing lying here? Are you not afraid of the flu virus?"

He stretched out his hand, trying to lift Duo up.

Doug blinked desperately, trying to get him to give up.

In the vast darkness, Westbrook couldn't see Doug's eye movements clearly. He stretched out his hand to grab Doug, and was about to pull him up...Suddenly, a warm current rushed into his palm crazily. At that moment, he felt a burst of warmth inside his body, as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

With the torrent of steel pouring into Westbrook's body.

Doug's body finally regained some consciousness.

About 20 seconds later, the torrent of steel stopped venting, and about 20% of it passed into Westbrook's body.

Westbrook shook his head, and he pulled Douglas up: "Snoopy, did you feel warm and comfortable just now?"

Duge shook his head, but his neck was rattled by the shaking: "No."

"I feel my body is full of energy now, and I can't wait to go to the arena to dunk like crazy."

Westbrook became more and more excited, and then he ran away... Doug obviously felt that his speed was faster than before.

The more Westbrook ran, the more excited he became, with various changes of direction, various sprints, and various take-offs!

Five minutes later, he ran over, his face full of excitement: "Hey, Snoopy, see? I'm faster and stronger than before, and I won't be physically bullied by Collison again. All I want now is Hurry up and call that damn bastard to the stadium, let him see my strength."

"More than a year of hard training has finally paid off. Bobby is right, as long as you practice hard every day, quantitative changes will definitely lead to qualitative changes!"

Russell Westbrook was smug and ecstatic.

Duge wanted to smile to express his congratulations, but found that even his smile became extremely stiff.

What exactly is going on?

Why did Russell's physical fitness upgrade in an all-round way, but I turned into a half-human, half-iron steel robot?

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