The Point Guard is Here

Wilser figured he should be under the car, not in it.

Little Fan Xi was pulled into the back seat by the beautiful and fashionable Ms. Jennifer before she got into the car. Then, they started chatting behind the scenes about Baze High's drive.

From the lover's slope in the back garden of their school, they talked about their school's toilet culture and party spirit. Then we talked about the incident in the locker room of Baize High School... Jennifer said that a female cheerleader had a relationship with the main force of the team in the locker room during the intermission.

Then the player came out on top in the second half.

Little Fan Xi was dumbfounded when he heard that, what kind of thing is there?

Wilser suddenly sighed ahead.

Little Fan Xi's innocence made him feel sad. What kind of lace story is this? This is clearly a hint... Jennifer said that she almost became a cheerleader for the basketball team, and she also said that she admired Fan Xie's contribution to the basketball team. Doesn't that mean you want to have something to do with him?

And what is God's guidance? This is clearly you throwing yourself into the arms.

Walther watched Jennifer getting closer and closer to Fan Xi in the rearview mirror.

He already understood that little Fan Xi's innocence would not last long.

No little boy can withstand the temptation of the young lady.

Just like him back then, if he hadn't accidentally peeked at the young lady next door taking a shower in the bathroom, he wouldn't have handed over the best essence of his life at the age of 12.

Miss sister is always the number one killer of boys.

Welser is willing to take responsibility for this conclusion.

The long drive became rapid in the passionate chat between the two, and soon the car came to Broadway.

Because Jennifer still had an important interview, she had to leave with this elementary school boy who had a good conversation, was mature in thinking, and was arranged by God.

When leaving, she asked Fan Xi: "May I know your phone number?"

Forehead….

Fan Xi wanted to give Jennifer his own contact information, but he didn't have a mobile phone.

All he had to say was, "You can write me a letter, or send me a postcard."

As he spoke, he quickly took out the paper and pen from his bag. Write down your mailing address in a very elegant font, tear it off and hand it to Jennifer.

Jennifer was a little surprised, she is a modern girl in the city, she hasn't used paper and pen for a long time.

Seeing the paper and pen again, she had a wonderful feeling, her heart was moving. Especially Fan Xi's elegant handwriting with a strong British style.

While she was surprised, Fan Xi suddenly thought of a poem.

His memory was a little off, but he translated it in English, saying: "I remember when I was a teenager, everyone was sincere and sincere. One sentence, one sentence. Early in the morning at the airport station, the long street was dark and deserted. The small shop selling breakfast was steaming. , the sun slows down. Cars, horses, and mail are all slow, and there is only enough to love one person in a lifetime."

Fan Xi's poem hit Jennifer's heart instantly, and she subconsciously reached out to cover her chest.

God.

Is this a poem made for me?

Does God really hear my weekly prayers? I wanted a strong, poetic man to spend the rest of my life with, and here he is.

Wilser in the front row was also dumbfounded.

He always thought that Fan Xi didn't understand women too much, and he was always passive.

But now, when Fan Xi read this line of poem, he knew... So Fan Xi is the real sister killer. Don't the sisters just like this kind of innocent boy who seems a little slow to respond?

Fan Xi didn't make a shot in the whole game, but he completed the lore with his last shot.

mu-a!

While Fan Xi was still waiting for Jennifer's response, Jennifer hugged his neck and kissed him hard on the lips.

"I'll write to you."

Jennifer waved her hand, and she left quickly.

It was a wonderful encounter,

From the moment they stepped on the plane early in the morning, their fates were entangled.

Fan Xi touched his lips, and he smiled subconsciously.

This is what first love feels like.

The big sister Allen mentioned was her?

Fate is really wonderful.

Fan Xi thought in his heart.

"Okay, boy. You can sit in the front now. Also, keep your restless little brother down, it's too conspicuous." Welser said jealously.

He not only envied Fan Xi's love, but also envied that little Fan Xi would instantly stand up high when she was touched by a woman.

The current Wilser is no longer the boy who "waited hard" back then. He is now "Taylor-wait hard-Wilser", and sometimes needs to be changed to Taylor-wait hard-Wilgang.

It's nice to be young.

Wilser sighed inwardly.

Then, he started to talk about business: "Are you ready? Jack. This training camp is by no means an ordinary training camp. Both the Asics brand and Isiah Thomas are ambitious. They want to build the next superstar. No exaggeration Some say they even want to create a new Michael Jordan."

"If you stand out in this training camp, you will get a halo that you have never had before. There will be countless media coming to interview you, and your exposure may even reach the NBA level. And, believe me. They will definitely be in high school when you are still in high school. Set up a documentary team for you, and you'll be the chosen one from the moment you get the training camp MVP."

Wilser encouraged Fan Xi with words: "Whether you can change your fate depends on the results of this training camp."

Fan Xi nodded seriously.

He must go all out for this goal.

At the same time, he also feels sorry for Allen Iverson. If he can come, he will definitely do his best. With his talent, no one should be able to defeat him.

Therefore, I must bring all his efforts.

Fan Xi took out the paper and pen and began to write a letter to Allen Iverson, which was an agreement between them. Fan Xi decided to tell Iverson everything that happened in the training camp to make up for his regret that he could not appear in this training camp.

...

"You're that Mr. High School Basketball from Virginia?"

Fan Xi met a rebellious black boy in the lobby of the hotel where he stayed. He looked very proud and dragged him to the side: "Why didn't Iverson come?"

"You are?" Fan Xiji stretched out his right hand to him based on politeness.

The black teenager smiled. He raised Fan Xi's hand slightly: "Boy, the rule of greeting here is not to shake hands."

He patted Fan Xi.

"If you can prove in the training camp that you are qualified to be my buddy, I will customize a set of greeting gestures for you. Absolute gangsta style. You know, I am the strongest king on the streets of New York. Man, you can play on any court in Brooklyn."

"By the way, my name is Stephon Marbury. But you have to call me the Godfather of New York."

What a big tone.

At that time, Fan Xi felt that this guy was too arrogant.

But in the next moment, he finally connected the face, name and image in front of him.

He blurted out subconsciously: "Stephen Marbury? Lone wolf?"

Ding!

Medal players appear. The value of intimacy is 0, and the value of hostility is 1.

Fanhee captured the message from his brain.

He didn't expect that the arrogant and domineering young man in front of him turned out to be a medal player recognized by the system. You know... the last one recognized was Iverson.

Can he be compared with Iverson?

Fan Xi looked at the boy seriously, he was slightly taller than Iverson, and his head was bigger. Other than that, there's nothing unusual about it.

This guy was actually muttering. Lone wolf?

"That's a good nickname. I like wolves."

Stephen Marbury raised his head, and at the same time he smiled, Fan Xie also received a system prompt, and the hostility value between the two changed from 1 to 0, returning to a normal relationship.

Fan Xi didn't have time to study the newly emerged intimacy and hostility values ​​yet, and Wilser had already beckoned him to go to the front desk to check in.

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