For Li Da, it was a miracle to win one game, and such miracles actually happened continuously. Although he had no contribution, he was still in a good mood.

At this moment, Li Da was very glad that he did not underestimate this man because of the video of drinking crazy at the graduation ceremony.

Somehow, he became more and more convinced that what Zhang Yi said was possible, and even said that this day would not be too far away.

"At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the strongest Yunhua No. 2 Middle School of this year was won by Brother Yi, and the remaining games were easy and easy." Yuzi said.

Zhang Yi thought for a while and said, "Since my fever guy has recovered, I won't come in the afternoon."

"I have had a lot of fun with you these two days." Zhang Yi said, waved his hands at the three of them and prepared to leave.

"Brother Yi, you don't want to hit us anymore, but if you have time, can you come and see?" Li Da shouted at Zhang Yi's back as he walked further and further away, while Zhang Yi just waved his fist and did not look back.

Because the game ended early, Zhang Yi had more than enough time to go back to Dragon Record, so he walked relatively slowly than usual.

"Sorry, the court, today I saw you an ugly game." Zhang Yi was expressionless. Although he was not a brave guy, anyone who tried to tarnish basketball would send him to hell with his own hands.

Maybe his expression is too smelly now, and with his 1.8-meter-high man, passers-by are actually walking around him.

When passing by the river bank, Zhang Yi jumped down as usual and lay down for a while. For some reason, as long as he looked at the river, his boiling blood would always get some Fushun.

"I really hope that Los Angeles can have such a quiet river." Zhang Yi has not had time to consider too much about going abroad in the past two days. Although Uncle Long has paved the road, he is still the one who walks by himself.

"The blind man should have set foot on the land of the United States now."

At the Billy Brotherhood at the School of Law of Stanford University in the United States, Xie Xun, wearing a tall and elegant suit, wearing gold wire glasses, and holding champagne, stood beside a group of white boys.

In Stanford University's oldest fraternity, Xie Xun, as the first yellow man selected in history, celebrated his "great achievements", although he thought this was stupid.

With a bang, the champagne cover was sprayed open, and more than a dozen girls dressed in bright clothes and sweet-looking girls suddenly rushed into the venue. The air was filled with the smell of hormones. This scene made him wonder if the white man’s mind was used to pick up girls and get into the cake.

"Yunhua's world is simple and pure. I don't know how Brother Yi and the others have done with him." Xie Xun was rubbed between two girls, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was not because of their teasing.

"Forget it, the road will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge!" Zhang Yi stood up with a carp and thought that it was not his strength, so he ran along the river bank towards Longji.

But when he came to Longji, he found that the store door was closed abnormally, which made him a little worried for a moment. Although Uncle Long's body has always been very strong, he was still at that age and the door was not opened at 9 o'clock, which was the first time in Zhang Yi's impression.

Zhang Yi pulled up the roller shutter door from outside, and the lights were still on in the shop. "Uncle Long, are you there?" Zhang Yi turned off the lights and walked inside while talking.

"Boy, are you looking for a dragon?" The one who appeared in front of Zhang Yi was a foreign man he had never met before. Although he looked familiar, it was a pity that Zhang Yi did not recognize him.

Zhang Yi asked strangely, "Yes, I just want to find the dragon you mentioned, where is someone else?"

"Dragon, dead!" These three words popped up in the old man's broken Mandarin.

What? Zhang Yi's head seemed to be slapped by a brick, and it hurts!

"Nonsense, I saw him yesterday, how could it be?" Zhang Yi's eyes glared like two copper bells, glaring at the foreigner in front of him, his body trembling with excitement.

This made the foreigner embarrassedly wave his hand and then said, "No, the dragon is dead... friend... he is going to attend the funeral."

Huh! Hearing this, Zhang Yi's heart fell to the ground. He sat on the ground with a wry smile, his nervous mood did not calm down immediately.

"Sorry, boy, Long, let me wait for you here." The foreigner extended his hand to Zhang Yi as he spoke.

When Zhang Yi touched his palm, the rough calluses and hand patterns that were rubbed so hard that he could not see anything. An unusual intuition made him shout, "Wack! Smiling butcher!"

Hum? Wacker laughed, thinking that the child actually recognized his old self.

"Wack! I've seen your videotape, although it's only half a disk!"

"Half-dish?" Wacker looked at Zhang Yi in surprise. He also knew the dragon's video tape treasure. The man once told him that the video tape he collected only had strong figures, but what made Wacker unwilling to accept was his brilliant basketball career. Is it only worth recording half-dish?

"Who is the other half?" Wacker asked with a gloomy face. "Iceman George? Gewen!" Zhang Yi thought for a while and replied.

"Oh, Iceman! I like Iceman! It would be nice to have a compilation with him." Wacker changed his depressed expression.

Zhang Yi grinned and thought that if he remembered correctly, the reason for putting Iceman and him on the same videotape was not because they were of the same level, but because there was too little video data about George Gerwen's playing basketball.

But seeing Wack's proud look, Zhang Yi was embarrassed to say it.

"Wack, Uncle Long asked you to wait for me here?" Zhang Yi asked after changing the topic.

Wak pulled Zhang Yi and walked towards the training ground, "Come on, let me see your skills."

Zhang Yi followed him to the court, "Don't think too much, do what Dragon taught you and let me see." Wacker urged him to hand him a basketball.

Wacker did not explain the purpose of his visit, which made Zhang Yi a little confused. But since it was his request, Zhang Yi took a deep breath and started dribbling quickly, changing directions, jumping in a hurry, and dunking...

"Not these! I can do this by finding a big guy on the streets of the United States!" Wacker shouted impatiently at Zhang Yi.

"What do you want to see?" Zhang Yi frowned and looked at Wack. The basketball flew back and forth in his two palms.

After being asked this, Wacker rubbed his eyebrows. To put it bluntly, he actually didn't know what he wanted to see, because simply Zhang Yi was standing there, and his skeleton, muscle and temperament were enough to satisfy him.

But Wacker's expectations were more than that. What he wanted to find from Zhang Yi was the temperament similar to Wang Long's fearlessness when he first debuted!

"Why don't we compete!" After saying that, Zhang Yi threw the ball to Wack, who smiled and took the ball with one hand, "Aren't you afraid that you will be ruined by me?"

The gloomy smile and a chill reached Zhang Yi's bone marrow. The name of the butcher smiling is really not something to be covered.

Only skills can be learned in videotapes, but the reason why stars can stand at the top is by no means simple skills.

"Basketball makes people crazy, but after all, what is difficult for people's hearts is the belief or will of every player, which is personal charm or characteristics. I can't say it well, but I hope you have it!"

Wacker brought the ball to Zhang Yi. He believed that a player's height will grow, his weight will be increased, and his skills will be tempered, but the characteristics of a person being a dragon or an insect are innate!

"I'm not here to find a player, I need a star, a star who can turn Caltech into crazy!"

Wack's words touched Zhang Yi because, the day after he met Uncle Long, Uncle Long had said this to him.

What are his own characteristics? Zhang Yi has been thinking for so many years, but he has been unable to find the answer, and this is what Uncle Long can't help him.

"Teatures! Although I don't know what my traits are yet? But I don't mind defeating you first!" Zhang Yi said the last few words loudly, "Respect the elders! You attack first."

"I don't know how to love young!" Wacker said coldly, and an evil smile surged from the corner of his mouth.

I am coming!
Chapter completed!