Streetball court in Hi-Tech Zone.
Today is the weekend and it is already dark. This area is the most concentrated street ball competition venue in the city, and many companies and corporate departments come here to rent the court for basketball games.
Carter Xing didn't receive any work for the company's competition this weekend, so he simply joined his friend's streetball team to help play in the district competition.
In recent years, streetball teams have emerged, and each team is competing with each other. Some teams that do not have strong enough skills spend money to hire foreign players.
Streetball teams are basically composed of basketball enthusiasts scattered among the people, but there are also many lone rangers who don’t like to hang out together. At the same time, one-on-one combat is also a very important point in streetball culture.
Carter Xing is a high school student who usually hangs out near his home. He is very independent when playing street ball and specializes in one-on-one solo.
His high school is in Qingyang District, which is right next to Wuhou District. He has been fighting in both districts for many years. Now he has to take private jobs outside, and he really can't hang around in these two districts. Besides, he is still a relatively god-level player.
The barbed wire wall on the streetball court was very high, with a few large spotlights hung on the wall, barely enough to make the inside of the court not too dark. There were no uniform team uniforms, and internal strife could even break out at any time. It was five against five, so ten people fought against each other on the court.
Carter Xing came on as a substitute and was paid 50 yuan per quarter. He was responsible for defense, assisting in defense, and chasing the opponent's main players. If he was able, he could shoot the ball himself. He would get 10 yuan for a two-point shot and 20 yuan for a three-point shot.
Commonly known as playing 'black ball'.
At this time, the main players of the opposing team had rested enough and came on. Carter Xing received the ball, but did not follow the usual way. He dribbled through directly, positioned himself under the basket, bypassed several players who rushed forward, played one-on-one with his back, and faced his opponent who was desperately defending him from behind, in order to put the ball into the net.
He has excellent dribbling skills and is well-known for his various tricks. In short, it's all for one word: cool. He does it in any fancy way. But in this situation, he has no choice but to shoot the ball into the net just to get the money.
The man defending him was a center, who was a head taller than him, at least 1.9 meters tall, and strong, probably in his late 30s. With his long arms outstretched, he blocked out half the sky!
Carter Xing threw the ball from the top of his head to his back with his left hand, pretended to shoot, passed it to his teammate, used a streetball technique "solar eclipse", and quickly received the ball passed back by his teammate...
He used all his strength to push against the center, jumped up, and dunked the basketball into the net!
Sixty dollars.
Carter Xing breathed a sigh of relief and just raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face. Half of his face was illuminated by the light from the field, casting a circle of elegant shadow on the concrete court.
He bent down to tie his shoelaces, and just as he finished tying one shoe, the laces of the other shoe came loose and were stepped on by someone.
Carter Xing suppressed his anger and refused to look up.
He was all alone on the court, and there were not many illegal courts in the city, and he had to make money from it. He gritted his teeth and reached out to wipe off the dust from the sole of his shoe.
Carter Xing stood up slowly and glanced outside the court, where a group of people were still discussing tactics. He grabbed his collar and the muscles in his arms were numb because he had used too much force.
Streetball bullfighting is different from regular competitions, there are too many unconventional moves. Besides, each of these streetball players is more independent than the other, and it's often one against nine. No matter how much discussion there is, it's useless!
There were quite a few people watching the game on the sidelines, including many girls. They all turned on the flashlights on their phones and held them up in the dark, just like at a concert.
Standing in the middle of the field, the referee also turned on the light and shouted on his cell phone: "Keep going!"
He was in a daze when someone came over and bumped into him: "Carter Xing?"
Carter Xing looked at it and was surprised: "Should it be with me?"
Seeing him like this, Hunter Ying immediately understood and became a little worried, but his tone was still nonchalant: "Are you from this team?"
Carter Xing lied without blushing or beating his heart, and said with open eyes: "Yes."
Hunter Ying sneered and pushed him with his hand: "Are you teasing me?"
Carter Xing continued: "I'm not lying to you, I've been fighting for several years..."
Seeing his attitude, Hunter Ying became serious and put his arm around him: "Are you short of money?"
Carter Xing saw that he couldn't hide it anymore, and guessed that Hunter Ying was also hanging around in this area, so he said honestly: "To earn some pocket money."
Hunter Ying smiled. It was Friday night, and he was afraid that his brother would be too idle to let him go out to the street court. He even picked a place far away. Who would have thought that he would meet Carter Xing here? He came to play basketball to make money, and he was his enemy. If Ethan Ning knew about this, he would probably skin him alive.
Hunter Ying had been playing with his mobile phone downstairs before, and occasionally glanced at the court. He also noticed Carter Xing's ball skills, but could not see clearly because it was too dark.
He watched the game continue, took the initiative to run to Carter Xing's side to squeeze his teammates away, leaned over to help Carter Xing miss a ball, and said to Carter Xing: "You played well, didn't you?"
Carter Xing was dribbling the ball at the moment, his mind full of the twenty dollars he could get by shooting a three-pointer, so he had no energy to pay attention to him, and he casually replied, "Not bad."
He dribbled the ball and directly dribbled Hunter Ying.
Hunter Ying didn't know if he was pretending or not, he sat down on the ground and shouted to his teammates: "Double-team that guy!"
But just as he missed the opportunity, Carter Xing stepped onto the three-point line, took a step back, shot, and easily shot the ball into the net!
As soon as Carter Xing landed, he turned around to look at Hunter Ying who was retreating in front of him and winking at him, smiled, and mouthed "thank you".
This acting is amazing.
What followed almost became Carter Xing's personal performance. Their team also won a lot of points. All the main players left the court, leaving only Carter Xing and a group of substitutes to waste garbage time.
After the game, Carter Xing earned almost 150 yuan, which was settled on the spot.
He followed the team members to the car outside the stadium and secretly paid the bills, one hundred and one fifty, which he folded and put in his pocket, holding a wrist guard soaked with sweat in his hand.
Carter Xing came in and took the bottle of mineral water that he had placed on the side of the field, unscrewed the cap and was about to drink it. Hunter Ying saw that he had already drunk the water, so he reached out and snatched it away: "Don't drink it!"
Carter Xing was stunned: "What's wrong?"
"You kid, this is your first time in this kind of shady place. You dare to drink boiled water again. You don't even know who put the medicine in you..." Hunter Ying pushed him and asked in a friendly manner: "How much did you earn?"
Carter Xing gestured: "One hundred and fifty."
Hunter Ying now admired him completely, because he was a spoiled rich second-generation, pampered by his father and brother since childhood, and never lacked money to spend. This little boy in front of him, although only two years younger than him, had already started to take this kind of job to make money.
And the same goes for Ethan Ning, who will be twenty soon and is still a big boy in high school. I don't know why he speaks so little and has such a cold personality. He is precocious and mature, and should be comparable to his brother.
Carter Xing saw Hunter Ying was deep in thought and said angrily, "If my brother knew about this, I would pick you out as the only one on the team to take free throws."
Hunter Ying shrank his neck, uttered "Eh, Eh, Eh" several times, and glared at me, "Do you have any conscience? I was just helping you..."
Carter Xing stood up straight immediately: "Thank you, Senior."
Hunter Ying was really speechless because of this little brat with a bad temper but good at being submissive. He had always been the youngest in the family, and he would exude great love towards those who were younger than him.
He waved his hands: "Okay, okay, my last name is Ying, from now on I will call you Senior Ying..."
Carter Xing was taller than Hunter Ying, and he nodded. The sense of oppression was strong, and Hunter Ying felt that it was more comfortable to stay with Ethan Ning. He wanted to say something, but suddenly his cell phone rang. He took a look and quickly put it in his bag: "My brother is here to see me, I'm leaving first!"
While wiping his face with a tissue, he spoke to Carter Xing: "Wait a minute, I'll go get you some water from my brother!"
Hunter Ying is a very straight-minded boy, and his S3xual orientation is also quite straight, and he is determined to be nice to anyone. When he transferred to Chengdu, he got along well with Ethan Ning, so he naturally had to take care of Ethan Ning's younger brother.
Carter Xing took his coat and put it on, then followed him out.
There was a Mercedes-Benz G-Class SUV parked outside the stadium. Carter Xing saw that although it was not as big as his Hummer, it was still quite imposing. He was a little curious about what Hunter Ying's brother looked like.
Hunter Ying ran to the trunk and took out a bottle of mineral water to cover Carter Xing's eyes: "Don't look at my brother later, he is angry, his angry expression is a shadow of my childhood..."
Carter Xing was even more curious now, but out of politeness he stood obediently at the back and did not run to the front. Even though Hunter Ying stopped him, he did not go to say hello.
Hunter Ying was a stubborn person and didn't think it was a big deal, but he was afraid that his brother would see Carter Xing and turn around and nag him with a deadpan face, saying, "Look how tall others are. How tall are you?"
Hunter Ying was a northern boy. His brother would almost reach 1.9 meters tall when he got angry. He himself was only about 1.78 meters tall at the age of 19, and he would vomit after drinking milk every day.
Just as he was worrying about this, his brother opened the car door, got out, glanced at Carter Xing, and put out the cigarette in his hand.
Hunter Ying was extremely nervous and introduced him solemnly: "Brother, this is my junior from the school team, his name is Carter Xing."
Ying Yujiang lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and said lightly: "Hello, thank you for your care."
Carter Xing was startled, and shook hands again: "Hello, my name is Carter Xing."
Hunter Ying's brother is completely different from him. He is tall and strong, and looks like a tough guy just standing there. Except for his cold expression, there is nothing wrong with him.
After giving the water to Carter Xing, Hunter Ying gave him a serious warning: "Don't come here again, Carter Xing. It's too dangerous."
Carter Xing nodded, took a deep breath, didn't agree or say anything, and lightly punched Hunter Ying on the shoulder as a manly way to say thank you. The two hugged each other. Does this count as turning hostility into friendship?
Hunter Ying whispered: "Let us take you back. Where is your home?"
Carter Xing didn't want to cause any trouble, so he refused: "It's okay, I'll go back by myself."
When Hunter Ying was leaving, he told him again and again not to come again. He had made such a big splash this time, but he would probably be outplayed next time.
Carter Xing stood by the road, watched them leave, unscrewed the bottle cap in his hand, tilted his head back and took a sip.
That night, Carter Xing thought that when he grew up, he would drive his own car to the stadium to pick up Ethan Ning, put a big box of Coca-Cola, Pepsi, and Sprite in the trunk, and put a refrigerator in the car and a refrigerator at home. He would never be afraid of someone taking it away...
Never let his brother suffer again.
Carter Xing took the bus back home and fell asleep while swaying on the bus. Before closing his eyes, he watched the bus driving in the middle of the city road. The roadside lights were dazzling and groggy...
When I woke up, I had missed my stop. I was tired from walking and couldn't bear to spend money on a taxi, so I just rode my bike back.
As the night wind blew past his ears, he thought of Ethan Ning again.
When he was a child, Xiao Carter Xing often went out to play in his father's car, which was parked at the entrance of the apartment building. As soon as he got in the car and rolled down the window, he could see Xiao Ethan Ning lying by the window looking at him with envy and yearning in his eyes, but Xiao Carter Xing didn't understand at that time.
He thought Xiao Ethan Ning also wanted to play together, so he waved and called him, "Brother, do you want to go out with me?"
Xiao Ethan Ning shook his head and drew the curtains.
Later, when Carter Xing was a little older, about the age of fourth or fifth grade, he got his first bicycle, a mountain bike. It was very fancy and cool. Carter Xing loved it to death, and he just wanted to install a marquee on the handrail.
All the kids in the yard couldn’t get up there, so every day they would gather around in the yard, staring eagerly at Xiao Carter Xing riding his mountain bike, pointing the back of the bike towards Ethan Ning’s window, and shouting, “Brother, do you want to go out with us?”
What responded to him was the sound of Xiao Ethan Ning pulling the curtains.
When he was a little older, Xiao Carter Xing finally got his wish and let Xiao Ethan Ning sit in his back seat.
That year, he felt that carrying Ethan Ning in the back seat was like carrying his own moon.
He sat there for several years, until he was a few years older and the car could no longer accommodate two tall boys. Carter Xing began to look at his father's car, started to drink milk crazily, started to work out, run and play ball, urging himself to grow up quickly.
However, after both of them gradually understood the situation, Carter Xing sadly discovered that his running speed could not keep up with Ethan Ning's growth.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he changes every day, not to mention that Ethan Ning is three years older than him.
Ethan Ning felt that Carter Xing didn't understand at all.
When Carter Xing rode his bike to the community and entered the yard, he found that the light in Ethan Ning's window was still on, probably still working late into the night.
Carter Xing entered the apartment building, turned right, stood in the dark, knocked on the door, and soon footsteps were heard from inside. Carter Xing could feel that it was Ethan Ning who was standing at the door, probably looking through the peephole.
Carter Xing had money in his pocket, and the sweat from his palms soaked the banknotes.
It's so late, and I'm still reading and reviewing. I heard that those who are in their third and fourth years of high school have just started to prepare for the exam for a year. They are under a lot of pressure at this time and have to eat midnight snacks.
Ethan Ning didn’t have his mother to make him a midnight snack or any nourishing soup to drink, so wouldn’t he be hungry?
He was too embarrassed to use his family's money to take care of Ethan Ning, so going to play basketball and earn some money today was the only thing he could do now.
The lights in the corridor still hadn't been repaired. Carter Xing leaned against Ethan Ning's door and actually felt a sense of comfort in the darkness, as if he was hiding in a secret, never afraid of being peeped.
What he didn't know was that at this moment, Ethan Ning was also facing away from the door, with a cigarette in his mouth, silent, and his head down to wipe the back of his hand that was stained by the pen.
The skin on the back of his hand turned red and burned painfully, so painful that he couldn't breathe.
The two people were standing back to back, separated only by a door...but it seemed like a world of difference.
Carter Xing couldn't help but knocked on the door again, "Brother, are you asleep?"
Ethan Ning gritted his teeth, didn't open the door, turned around and leaned against the door, and Carter Xing stood there for a long time.
Maybe after his brother saw that it was him, he went to sleep, and the noise at the door was probably misheard.
His wedding ring.
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