Slam Dunk Fox Rukawa

Rukawa caught the thrown basketball, as if he had returned to the scene of bullfighting with others in his previous life. After calming down, Rukawa patted the ball and approached the black child and said, "My name is Rukawa. I am from Japan. Can you tell me your name?"

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"Don't talk nonsense. You look like you have practiced shooting for a few days. If you score 3 balls first, you will win. If you beat me, I will tell you my name." The black child answered like a little adult.

Rukawa was speechless, and unexpectedly found a child in Italy who liked playing basketball as much as him, and who also didn't look like a child. Could it be that he was another time traveler?

No matter, let's play first. Rukawa continued to ask the black child while shooting the ball, "I've been here for half a year, why haven't I seen you before?"

"I just moved here a week ago" the black child still answered the question

When Rukawa took advantage of the black child to answer his topic, he suddenly swerved and accelerated and passed quickly from the right side of his body, and then solved the problem with an easy three-step layup.

Rukawa picked up the basketball on the ground, turned around and walked back to the three-point line, ready to continue kicking off the ball. At this time, the black child's eyes were wide open, and he pointed at Rukawa with his mouth open. He stayed there for at least 20 seconds before speaking:

"You... are so despicable, treacherous and annoying Japanese"

"Hey, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. How can I be so despicable? I dribbled past you head-on, okay? It was you who was not focused during the duel, can you blame me?" Rukawa Yi

A disapproving answer

"Hmph! Despicable Japanese, although you scored a goal through despicable means, I will tell you how real basketball should be played." The black child quickly calmed down. "Come on, I will show you what

That’s real basketball”

"Real basketball?" Rukawa held the basketball in his right hand and raised it in front of the black child. He looked at the basketball seriously and asked, "Isn't this a basketball? Then what is this?"

"Bring it here, don't insult my basketball with your dirty hands," the black child said as he slapped the basketball in Rukawa's hand with his right hand.

Just when the black child was about to swat away the basketball held by Rukawa's right hand, the basketball suddenly disappeared. It wasn't that it was gone, but Rukawa's right hand holding the basketball turned down, and then he quickly looked at the black child's left side and patted the ground.

, a waist, another acceleration, and then another simple three-step layup and another goal.

After landing, Rukawa turned around calmly, wiped the long hair on his forehead that was almost blocking his eyes with his hands, and wiped away the unnecessary sweat on his forehead. Looking at the black child who was so angry that he could no longer speak, he spread his hands and shrugged.

"I'm sorry, I scored another one, and I'm going to win with one more goal."

The black child's face was boiling with heat at this time, but the red face didn't seem to be obvious. If there was a knife in front of him at this time, he would probably fly the knife to the opposite person who made him make a fool of himself continuously without saying a word.

On Asian children.

"Hoo, ho, ho, ho." The black child closed his lips tightly and let out a rapid exhalation sound from the ever-increasing nostrils driven by the constantly fluttering cheeks. After about a minute, the black child finally calmed down and walked away.

He went under the basketball hoop to pick up the basketball and threw it hard to Rukawa "Come again"

"Are you sure, do I need to let you rest for a while? I see that your breathing looks very tired," Rukawa reminded the black child kindly.

It's a pity that the black child didn't say a word this time. He just stared at the basketball in Rukawa's hands and took a defensive posture.

"You really don't need a rest? Don't just say you are too tired after losing for a while, it doesn't count?" Rukawa continued to harass the black children with language. In fact, Rukawa did not deliberately tease the children. Do you think?

, a 30-year-old adult man has been a child for 5 years, how can he have any common language with his peers? It's not easy to meet an aspiring young man who has the same hobbies as him, and he doesn't let Rukawa know.

I found the feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign country, and having a drink with a close friend, and a thousand cups of wine were too little. Unconsciously, the flow of words started to increase.

"Well, if you don't rest, I will come. Be careful. Don't cry if you lose." Rukawa saw the black child cautiously put on a defensive posture and stopped talking to him, so he had no choice but to accept his fate.

The ball comes forward.

After all, Rukawa is only 5 years old now. Although he has the memory of his previous life, at 5 years old, he obviously cannot shoot the basketball from the mid-to-long distance, so Rukawa dribbles past the free throw line, dribbles with his right hand, turns sideways, moves forward with his left hand, and shoulders his left shoulder.

When he leaned against the black child, his left hand naturally spread out, blocking the black child so that he could not come over to get the ball.

When the black child saw Rukawa's standard ball-protecting action, his eyes suddenly shone, like the light of black gems against the dark skin. The black child thought to himself: It seems that this despicable and cunning boy is also a good person.

As a basketball player, I finally discovered that someone of my age has the same hobby as me.

The black child felt even more excited. While sticking his left foot forward to the left, his right foot pointed backward to the right. The center of the two feet was constantly changing. At the same time, his hands were slightly bent and stretched out to both sides to block the path of Rukawa.

When Rukawa saw the black children's defense, he felt impeccable. There was nothing he could do. In order to grow taller without affecting his development, Rukawa did not dare to exercise muscles at such a young age. Compared with other children, he had faster speed and taller body.

In front of black children, they feel almost the same.

Rukawa dribbled from right hand to left hand, from left hand to right hand, dribbling back and forth, and constantly changing the height and rhythm of dribbling, trying to stir up the black child's center of gravity. Unfortunately, the black child moved very quickly, leaving no room for Rukawa to break through.

Rukawa suddenly slowed down the speed of shooting the ball. Of course, the rhythm was still changing. He suddenly looked to his right and leaned on the black child for half a step. The black child quickly looked to his left and took a step sideways, continuing to block.

In front of Rukawa.

Rukawa was originally a black child who was leaning against the black child with his left foot in front and his right foot behind. He immediately leaned against the black child with his body and threw out his right foot from the right side of the black child to touch the black child, while using his right hand

He stepped forward to protect the ball, then used the right side of his body to lean against the black child, and switched to dribbling with his left hand. Fortunately, the black child's pace changed quickly, otherwise Rukawa would have passed him. But Rukawa missed the rim even more

A little closer. Then Rukawa just moved left and right, left and right, squeezing the black child with his body and dribbling the ball step by step to the right position under the hoop. The basketball experience in his previous life made him

Rukawa knows that with this typical post-up play, as long as the strength is about the same, he can basically lean in.

Rukawa saw that he had reached the current shooting range. While collecting the ball with both hands, he looked at a place about 10 centimeters in front of his left foot with his right foot and bumped his front foot. He used the arm collecting the ball and pressed his left elbow against the black child.

With an inch of strength, he pushed the black child away a little, bent his legs, and was about to get up and shoot.

Although the black child was pushed away a little, as a glorious black child, he used the unique strength and body flexibility of black people and immediately adjusted his center of gravity. He jumped up with a slight bend in his legs and stretched out his right hand.

He looked over the basketball that Rukawa was about to take, and saw that Rukawa's jump shot was about to be blocked by a black kid.

Unexpectedly, Rukawa only stepped up with his right foot, but his left foot as a supporting foot did not jump at all. It was firmly stuck to the ground and motionless. Seeing that Rukawa had successfully teased the black child, he quickly raised his right foot.

Looking forward to the left, he took a big step, pushed his legs forward to the left, and jumped up hard. His body was immediately on the left side of the hoop. At the same time, the black kid who jumped to block Rukawa on the right side of the hoop just landed.

I saw Rukawa backhand with his right hand behind his back, and the basketball obediently jumped onto the backboard, and then hit the basket.

After Rukawa landed, he wiped the long hair in front of him with his hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead. This time he was really sweating. Back beating is quite energy-consuming. In addition, it is hot in summer, so he was really sweating.

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Rukawa turned around and spread his hands to the black child, "It's 3:0. You lose. There's no excuse this time. Don't tell me you can't afford to lose. It's time to tell me your name."

The black child looked at Ruchuan without saying a word for a long time. Just when Ruchuan thought that the black child was so angry that he was unwilling to talk to him, and was about to turn around and go back helplessly, the black child stopped Ruchuan, "My name is Bean, from the United States.

"Man, it's nice to meet you. Although you play like a rascal, you are the best basketball player among the kids I know." At the same time, the black kid, oh, it's time to call him Bean. Bean stretched out his hand to Rukawa.

Right hand.

Rukawa smiled and took Bean's extended hand, and held it firmly. The two of them pulled each other hard in a tacit understanding. The two young Shota, who had a special interest in basketball, laughed and hugged each other because they finally met the same person as him.

They became friends with the same hobbies. The two were so excited that they continued to pat each other on the back to show their affection. However, Bean's hand seemed to be hitting Rukawa harder and harder. Rukawa's face turned red after being slapped by Bean.

Rukawa was not a master who could suffer, so he naturally increased his efforts to show that he was happy. The two little girls hugged each other tighter and tighter, and they slapped them harder and harder. In the end, the two of them were blushing because they showed their friendly feelings.

They both couldn't breathe and hurriedly separated. After the two of them could breathe easier, they pointed at each other and laughed.

Rukawa looked at Bean's teeth exposed because of his laughter, and suddenly felt dazzled, thinking that his teeth were not as white as his? But then Rukawa shook his head, feeling that he was really a showman, actually comparing teeth with a black man

White, which black person doesn’t have white teeth?

"Bean." At this time, a middle-aged black man leaned out of the window of Bean's house near the basketball court and said to the two children, "It's time to rest, Bean, the weather is too hot. By the way, please invite the friend you just met to come in for some drinks."

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"Okay, Joe," Bean said, waving to the middle-aged man who seemed to be his father.

"Rukawa, how about having a drink at my house?" Bean invited Rukawa

"Well, let's go, I happen to be a little thirsty too." Rukawa walked into the house with Bean very familiarly.;