NBA: About Me Being Reincarnated As Yasuo, the Wind Walker

Compton Street in Los Angeles has always been shrouded in decadence and riots.

No black child can spend a stable childhood here. The more sensitive and weak the child is, the more he can only pretend to be strong in a chaotic environment.

Surrounded by gangs, drugs and guns every day, it is really not easy to live here.

"Hey Zhang Jun, I watched the NSAA national finals live broadcast on TV. You are really awesome."

"33 seconds and 11 minutes!"

"I dare to predict that you will definitely become a big shot in the future."

Beside the smelly ditch on one side of the street, Daley, who was full of white beard, was sitting on a broken office chair he picked up from somewhere, and said drunkenly.

There was a small TV set next to him, and the wires were connected to the public circuit.

Zhang Jun worried more than once that the poorly connected wire would fall off at some point and beat the old man to death.

"Hey Daley, thank you for your kind words."

"But if I remember correctly, you said the day before yesterday that a player like me who can only break through will not be able to enter the NBA in the future, because he will be wasted by a strong defensive team like the Pistons."

"So which of your words is true?"

Daley, who had a full white beard, smiled and said, "It's all true."

"By the way, I reminded you that my name is Daley from Monday to Friday, so please call me Chuck today."

Zhang Jun waved his hand behind him, and then walked towards his home.

"Okay, Daly."

………

It is three stories high, with a large corridor in the middle. There are railings on one side of the corridor. Looking down, you can see the open space at the bottom of the building, which is full of messy garbage.

On the other side of the corridor are dilapidated houses, some of which even have no doors.

In a house like this, there are probably twenty or thirty households on one floor.

"I'm back."

Zhang Jun pushed open one of the slightly unremarkable doors and saw a tiny dining table and bunk beds.

The whole room basically looks like this.

Xia He wore a white rabbit ear headband on her head. Her shiny black hair fell on her chest along her earlobes. She wore a white shirt covering her lower body. It was unclear whether she was wearing shorts underneath. One of her long legs was draped over the other, and her little feet were wearing furry slippers, and she was lying lazily on the chair reading a book.

Watching "The Odyssey".

"Shh~"

Xia He raised his right index finger and put it on his mouth, winked playfully at Zhang Jun, and then pointed toward the kitchen beside him.

"When your brother comes back later, you have to help me talk to him. Play as hard as you want to risk your life."

"I don't expect him to be able to play in the NBA and improve our family's life in the future. It doesn't matter if he is poor or poorly fed."

"We neither steal nor rob. We will not take things that do not belong to us. We strive to be useful people and do not cause trouble to society or others..."

Yin Lisabeth-Bars II walked out of the kitchen with a plate of fried steak while talking, and naturally saw Zhang Jun standing outside the door.

Dark, fat, and a little short, this was Zhang Jun's first impression of Yin Lisabeth Bales II.

"Why are you standing at the door and acting cool? Come in and eat."

Zhang Jun quickly sat down in his seat. Xia He lowered her head and glanced at Zhang Jun secretly, and the rabbit ears on her head also fluttered.

Yin Lisabai picked up a piece of beef for Xia He and dropped a large steak directly on the plate in front of Zhang Jun.

"Daly has told me that you suddenly fell to the ground and fell unconscious on the court..."

"Do you know that when I heard the news, my legs were so scared that my legs were weak. What would I do if you had something wrong with you?"

"Your mother is still alive, has hands and feet, and you need to play ball so hard?"

Xia He helped by saying, "Mom, you can't say that."

"It's my dream to play in the NBA. If you don't have a dream, what's the difference between you and me?"

"So no matter what you say, the fire in his heart will never go out~"

Yin Lisabai glared at Xia He, her eyes were like those of a particularly vicious old man, and said, "Then I will blow out his fire in one breath!"

"By the way, I'll give you a mallet, you stinky girl."

Seeing that his mother was angry, Xia He stuck out his tongue, snickered, lowered his head, and then kicked Zhang Jun hard with his little foot under the dining table.

Zhang Jun understood instantly, stood up and said: "Even if you break the truth today, it is still my dream to play in the NBA."

"When I make money, I will buy you a big house with a swimming pool so that you don't have to work two jobs in your life."

Yin Lisabai's heart warmed up and she no longer scolded her son, but whispered in her mouth: This stinky boy was not raised in vain.

After the meeting, Lisa Bai stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep at your Uncle Harmon's place tonight."

"You two, stop playing late at night and go to bed early."

"Remember, don't fight in the bed. If you disturb the neighbors later and keep them awake, let's see how I deal with you when I come over."

After Yin Lisabai left, Xia He glanced directly at Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun looked at the other person and waved his hands decisively and said, "I don't want it."

Xia He put his hands on his chin and said in a cute and adorable manner: "Good brother, just do it, okay?"

Zhang Jun shook his head decisively.

Xia He didn't give up yet, so he took Zhang Jun's hand and shook it.

"How about we do rock-paper-scissors?"

Zhang Jun still shook his head and said: "My principle is that I won't even wash the dishes until I die."

Xia He bit her silver teeth and threatened with a charming look: "If you don't wash the dishes, then I will beat you."

"Okay, I'll wash the dishes."

"No, I want to fight now!"

"Wait, don't hit me while riding on me, where are you hitting..."

The sound of the two fighting and Xia He's begging for mercy came from the small room.

………

Steve Alford comes to Compton Street.

As the head coach of the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA) basketball team, he rarely sets foot on Compton Street.

Because this is a famous slum.

"Ouch~"

The car Steve Alford was riding in had stopped, and an old man suddenly appeared in front of the car. The man swayed and lay directly on the hood of the car.

Assistant coach West Germany got out of the driver's seat very unhappy, and it was too late for Alford to stop him.

Sid said angrily: "Hey, you old fool, don't you have eyes when you walk?"

The old man glanced at Sid unhappily and said, "Boy, if you talk to me like that...then I'll just lie down."

What?

West Germany looked at the old man lying on the ground with a puzzled expression, and Daley, who was watching the football game beside him, laughed out loud.

"Man, I would like to remind you that lying down and not lying down are two different ways to compensate."

"While he's just lying down now, send him away quickly."

Sid saw the crowd slowly gathering around him, and some even put their hands into their jackets.

Only then did he remember that Compton Street was famous for being a mixed bag of good and bad people. It would be abnormal if there was no burning, killing, looting or looting happening every day. He was so frightened that he immediately got into the car.

Alford took out 200 US dollars from his pocket, put it in the old man's arms, and said with a smile: "Sorry, this is the loss we compensate you for."

After seeing the money, the old man stood up very professionally. At the same time, he glanced at West Germany and said, "Next time, be more careful."

Alford walked towards Daley, who was kindly reminding him, and said, "Hello, can I ask you about someone?"

"Zhang Jun from Canyon High School."

Dai Li Didigu said: "Looking for Zhang Jun again? This is the first time today."

"There's a pig cage village just a step ahead. There's a hand-cake stall in front of the door, and that guy sells it there."

"Friendly reminder, that guy makes great hand cakes."

………

ps: Please recommend new books, collect them, etc.