NBA skills: Dominating the black basketball

The two of them were in a state of panic, and the two sides were in a state of panic.

Seeing Bai Ze's fiery gaze, Nijimura Shuzo was slightly stunned, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He felt Bai Ze's love for basketball and his expectations for himself, but at the same time, he also thought of his father who was being treated in the United States, a relative who was bedridden and needed care.

The idea of ​​returning to Japan became stronger and stronger, but when he thought of his father's illness, the hesitation and contradiction in his heart made it impossible for him to make a decision.

He sighed softly and finally shook his head, "Forget it."

Bai Ze stared at Nijimura Shuzo closely, and he keenly caught a glimmer of desire in Nijimura Shuzo's eyes.

He understood that although Nijimura Shuzo refused on the surface, he was still passionate about basketball deep in his heart.

"Senior Nijimura, no matter what you have, I can help you!" Bai Ze's tone was very firm, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination and persistence.

"As long as you are willing, you can come to me at any time, and I will do my best to help you." After saying these words, Bai Ze turned and left with May.

Only Nijimura Shuzo was left in a daze. He quietly looked at Bai Ze's back as he walked away, with endless emotion in his heart. "Go back to Japan to play basketball?"

Nijimura Shuzo's thoughts could not help but return to the junior high school period again. Those days when he used to sweat on the court, every game was deeply imprinted in his mind, as if it happened yesterday.

However, the reality made him feel helpless. He knew that he could not easily give up his family responsibilities, but his love for basketball had never been extinguished.

He stood up slowly, with a helpless smile on his face, and said softly: "How can I accept your help!"

His heart was full of struggle and confusion. After a moment, he slowly walked back to the direction of home.

At this time, Bai Ze and Wu Yue had already taken a taxi and left the court.

Wu Yue held Bai Ze's hand tightly, leaned on him, and asked with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Aze, why do you suddenly want Senior Nijimura to come back?"

Bai Ze smiled slightly and explained: "On the one hand, I can feel Senior Nijimura's strong desire to return to the league."

"On the other hand, I need a reliable teammate. Basketball has never been a one-man game. I don't know what kind of teammates I will meet in the future, but I hope to have a group of trustworthy partners to fight together."

Wu Yue nodded slightly, nodded in understanding, then closed his eyes and rested quietly.

When they finally arrived home, the night had quietly enveloped the earth.

The next morning, Kamikawa Maki took the two of them on a wonderful trip to the United States with full energy.

From the east coast to the west coast, they traveled through mountains, rivers and lakes to appreciate the magnificent beauty of nature; visited the bustling streets of the city to feel the charm of modern civilization; tasted local food and experienced the unique customs of different cultures. Whether it is the Statue of Liberty in New York, the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco or Hollywood in Los Angeles, every attraction is unforgettable.

Along the way, the three of them laughed and talked constantly. They enjoyed the good times of the journey to the fullest, sharing each other's happiness and stories.

And Maki Kamikawa was like a caring tour guide, introducing the historical and cultural background of each place to the two, so that they could better understand the country.

At the same time, in another ward of the hospital, Nijimura Shuzo sat quietly by the bed, holding a fruit knife in his hand, concentrating on peeling a red apple.

A middle-aged man was lying on the bed, his face was a little haggard, but his eyes revealed perseverance and kindness. This man was Nijimura Shuzo's father.

After Nijimura Shuzo peeled the apple skillfully, he carefully cut it into small pieces, then picked up a piece with a toothpick and handed it to his father.

The father took the apple with a smile, took a bite, chewed it slowly, and felt the sweetness of the apple. The interaction between the father and son was full of warmth, making people feel the warmth and harmony of the family.

After a moment of silence, Nijimura Shuzo's father said: "Shuzo, you should go back to the island country. Dad's health has gradually recovered and he no longer needs you to accompany him all the time. Besides, you should go back and continue to pursue your basketball dream."

His voice was gentle and firm, as if he wanted to persuade his son to put aside his worries and return to the court.

Nijimura Shuzo lowered his head slightly, staring at

Holding the apple in his hand, he responded softly: "Dad, you know, for me, it's just a game. I don't take it that seriously."

However, when he said this, his fingers trembled unconsciously, as if there was some unspeakable pain hidden deep in his heart.

Nijimura Shuzo's father looked at his son silently, with a look of understanding and heartache.

He knew that Nijimura Shuzo was experiencing a fierce struggle deep in his heart, with his love for basketball on one side and his responsibility for his family on the other. As a father, he deeply understood his son's pain and helplessness.

He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and guilt in his voice: "Son, you are my son, I know you, and I know your love for basketball!"

The father reached out and gently stroked Nijimura Shuzo's hair, and said gently: "I have delayed you for a year, son, you should pursue what you really love and realize your dreams, instead of staying in this small ward all day."

The father interrupted him and said firmly: "Don't always be like a woman, if you are a man, go home and play basketball well, and win some honor for me!"

Nijimura Shuzo clenched his teeth tightly, and his heart was extremely entangled, because he knew that what his father said was not wrong.

He took a deep breath, then nodded vigorously, indicating that he was willing to accept this decision.

Seeing this, his father smiled with relief, patted Nijimura Shuzo on the shoulder, and encouraged him, "Go, kid. Believe in yourself, you can do it."

Although Nijimura Shuzo did not respond, his eyes were slightly moist, and tears were rolling in them.

However, he still suppressed his emotions and tried not to let the tears flow.

Time soon came to night, Nijimura Shuzo slowly walked out of the ward, holding the mobile phone in his hand, and dialed a number. When the other party answered, he shouted in a heavy tone: "Bai Ze, I want to play basketball!"