The Asian boy who appeared at the door of the martial arts room early in the morning was the same young man who applauded martial arts in the arena yesterday.
Because the atmosphere in the arena yesterday was too "awkward", Martial Arts also remembered the student who took the lead in applauding him.
Although he was not able to arouse the emotions of other players, Wu Dao was still very grateful to this young Asian man.
The feeling of being recognized is quite good. After coming to the United States, this boy was the second person to make him feel this way. The first person was the coach of the Oak Hill High School team, Smith. coach.
"Hello, martial arts right?"
"My name is Guan Zhiqing!"
"You have just arrived at Oak Hill High School. I will be your guide in the school for a while."
"Whether it's life or study, if you need help with anything, I will do my best to help you!"
The boy greeted Wu Dao in fluent Chinese. His Chinese had a strong "accent", but this accent was not the accent of a certain region of China in Wu Dao's memory.
Sounds more like people from Southeast Asia.
"Do you speak Chinese? Who are you from?" Although the other party was obviously a "Gao Hua" kind of person, when he heard this familiar language, Wu Dao immediately became energetic, his eyes lit up, and he asked the other party.
"My mother is from Fujian and my father is from Hong Kong."
"But I was born in Malaysia and came to the United States to study after elementary school."
When Guan Zhiqing heard Wu Dao's fluent Mandarin, a bright smile appeared on his face. He extended his hand towards Wu Dao and continued: "Nice to meet you!"
"I saw you playing in the gym yesterday. You are really good!"
"Are you from the domestic youth training echelon?"
Guan Zhiqing, Gao Hua, seems to have some understanding of the domestic basketball environment, and the questions he asks are quite targeted. In this era, there are almost no Chinese playing in American high school arenas.
And martial arts can actually break out of Asia and come to Oak Hill High School to play. According to ordinary people's thinking logic, it should be natural that it should come from that "Asian hegemon" country.
I'm afraid no one can imagine that a player like Wu Dao actually used Neon High School as a springboard to come to the United States to play.
"No. Before coming to Oaks, I played ball at Neon."
"He didn't come from the youth training team."
Speaking of his previous playing days in Neon, Wu Dao didn't feel embarrassed at all. Indeed, Neon's basketball is indeed very weak in Asia.
But so what? He himself is a person who stands out from that environment. What does the neon ball player have to do with his martial arts?
"Neon?"
"A place like that can actually produce a player like you?"
"Did you study there?"
Guan Zhiqing pushed up his glasses and asked doubtfully. He really couldn't imagine that kind of environment could cultivate players of martial arts level.
"Strictly speaking, it is."
"Haha, don't pay attention to these. Guan, er, classmate Guan Zhiqing, what happened to the guide you just mentioned?"
"I actually studied abroad at Oak Hill High School for a while before, but I never heard of such a thing as having a guide."
"This is."
Wu Dao lowered his head slightly and looked at Guan Zhiqing in front of him and asked.
Facing the martial arts inquiry, Guan Zhiqing acted very calmly and replied with a smile: "This policy has always been in place. You didn't meet a guide when you were studying here before. I'm afraid it's because you are of the yellow race."
"Maybe it's because you have been studying here for a relatively short time."
When the word "yellow race" was mentioned, Guan Zhiqing's mood suddenly became a little depressed, but soon, Guan Zhiqing cheered up, raised his head and said to Martial Arts with a smile:
"Guide also needs to be applied by the students themselves. Not every international student can be guided by a classmate."
"We are all Chinese. In the United States, it is natural for us to help each other, right?"
Looking at Guan Zhiqing's face, Wu Dao nodded slightly.
There are some things that he doesn't feel very clearly, such as discrimination, and martial arts feelings are not very deep. Because when he came to Oak Hill before, he came to play basketball, and the people he interacted with in his daily life were basically players from the same team.
Of course, there is discrimination among basketball teams, but Wu Dao is very strong personally. After he played for more than a month, there was no voice of dissatisfaction among the team.
Moreover, he has a tall martial arts figure, and his muscles are also very solid. At first glance, he is not the type to be trifled with. Of course, he encounters this kind of thing very rarely.
However, Guan Zhiqing is obviously different from Wu Dao. Guan Zhiqing is not tall and has a somewhat thin figure. He has a gentle and quiet appearance. He is very easy to bully at first glance. Moreover, Wu Dao noticed that Guan Zhiqing has a very good temperament and is very gentle and gentle. He must have Family conditions are also very good.
Only well-educated people can show such a temperament.
The family is rich, the person is short and easy to bully, and he is yellow. In the eyes of some people, such a person is no different from a "fat sheep".
In the current social environment, one can imagine what kind of life Guan Zhiqing lived in school.
And this is still at the prestigious Oak Hill Academy. If it were in some public community high school, the "life pressure" Guan Zhiqing would face would probably be much greater than it is now.
The life pressure referred to here does not refer to money.
Guan Zhiqing, who has lived in such an environment, knows how important "mutual help" is to the Chinese.
Being a "guide" to martial arts is partly due to his desire to help Chinese people, and partly because Guan Zhiqing himself loves basketball.
In this country, there are only three ways for young high school students to avoid being discriminated against and to mingle with whites and blacks.
Besides smoking with them, the two best ways are to learn to play football or learn to play basketball.
In his early years, Guan Zhiqing wanted to play basketball and have a common hobby with his peers.
But his height completely put an end to this idea.
When he is not studying, his biggest hobby is to hang out in the Oak Hill gymnasium and watch the basketball team train and play. This is not only the reason why he likes basketball, but also because Guan Zhiqing wants to avoid the "colored glasses" of some people.
In the basketball hall, most people's attention will be on the players training and not on the yellow man sitting in the corner.
"Yes. We should help each other."
"Thank you, classmate Guan Zhiqing."
Wu Dao smiled and stretched out his hand, shaking it with Guan Zhiqing. He didn't know that the young man in front of him had so many twists and turns in his mind. Wu Dao simply felt that Guan Zhiqing was very pleasing to him, and having such a companion in this foreign country was a good thing for him.
That's all.
"You must have just gotten up, right?"
"I'll take you to the cafeteria for breakfast."
"After eating, you have to go to the basketball gym to train."
"During holidays, the team's morning training time is from 9 to 11.30, which lasts two and a half hours."
"The afternoon training time is 15.00-17.00, two hours."
"There is no training in the evening, but generally speaking, players who have nothing to do will practice extra time in the gym, or play games with other students to maintain their physical condition."
"Martial Arts, what are your plans?"
Guan Zhiqing talked a lot, and he was stunned for a while when he heard Guan Zhiqing's martial arts talk. After a while, Wu Dao finally came to his senses, smiled at Guan Zhiqing and said, "You really know the basketball team quite well!"
"I don't even know you as well as you do."
"Wait for me for a moment. I'll wash up and then go to the cafeteria with you."
With that said, Wu Dao walked back to the room and washed up. The environment of the international student dormitory is pretty good. In addition to the standard bed and desk, it also has a personal bathroom.
Wu Dao spent ten minutes simply taking care of himself, and then walked out of the room.
During the ten minutes that Wu Dao was washing, Guan Zhiqing stood at the door, leaning against the wall. He neither chatted with Wu Dao nor urged Wu Dao. He just stood quietly at the door, waiting.
"Guan Zhiqing, you talk so little!"
"So quiet!"
On the way to the cafeteria, Wu Dao and Guan Zhiqing chatted. Regarding Wu Dao's evaluation, Guan Zhiqing smiled and replied: "Talk less, you can save yourself less trouble."
"Gradually I got used to it. In fact, I am not an introvert."
Although Guan Zhiqing was smiling when he said this, there was an indescribable bitterness in Wu Dao's ears.
"It's really not easy for Chinese people to survive in a place like this!"
As Wu Dao spoke, he suddenly thought of something, changed direction, and went to the girls' dormitory. While chatting with Guan Zhiqing, he almost forgot that he didn't have a single acquaintance in this school.
However, after going to the girls' dormitory, Martial Arts came to nothing. Takako Fujima had already gone out early and was not in the dormitory at all.
Not finding Takako Fujima, Martial Arts didn't think much about it. After having breakfast with Guan Zhiqing, he went to the gym to start the morning training.
They came quite early. After eating, they took a walk to eat. It was only 8:30 when they arrived at the arena. There were only a few people practicing in the Oak Hill High School gymnasium at this time.
Budo saw Takako Fujima at the side of the court. At this time, Takako Fujima was holding a book of unknown content and sitting in the corner with his head lowered and reading carefully.
Without disturbing Takako Fujima, Budo found a basketball on the side of the court and walked into the court, preparing to do some simple shooting exercises.
"Hey! Takeru!"
In the stadium, Charles saw Wu Dao coming and waved to Wu Dao with a smile and said hello.
"Charles, you came very early."
Wu Dao also chatted with Charles familiarly, then walked to the bottom corner with the ball and casually threw the basketball in his hand.
"Uh-huh!!!"
There was a crisp sound, and the basketball went directly into the net.
"How was your rest? I heard that you just arrived in the United States yesterday and were directly dragged to the arena by the coach to play."
"No wonder, I asked you why your shooting percentage in yesterday's game was so low!"
Charles glanced at the direction of the basket. As he spoke, he threw the basketball in his hand towards Martial Arts and trotted to the basket.
There were two black guys warming up throughout the field. They ignored Wu Dao and Charles and focused on practicing high-post shooting.
"clang!"
"clang!"
The crisp sound of hitting the iron sounded from above the basket after Wu Dao scored.
“The sleep quality was pretty good.”
"I was already adjusting to the jet lag on the plane."
"It's just that after being in the sky for a long time and then riding in the coach's jeep after coming down, my body doesn't feel right."
"After a good night's sleep, I feel much better now."
While talking to Charles, Wu Dao raised his hand and threw the basketball in his hand. The basketball drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then fell steadily into the basket.
Charles, who was under the basket, raised his head, slapped the basketball, and passed the ball to Wu Dao while saying:
"Wu, you have to hurry up and adjust your condition!"
"In a while, we will start the second leg of the NFHS league. Don't you want to play NAB?"
"You have to perform well in the NFHS league!"
"Helping the team win the state championship, a lot of scouts should notice you."
"You left your name with the scouts before. If you reappear, those guys at ESPN will definitely continue to pay attention to you."
"Who made you the 'Yellow Storm'?"
The NFHS league that Charles refers to is a type of high school basketball league in the United States. It is a regional competition based on the state. From November to March of the following year, each state conducts the NFHS league.
The full name of this league is the National High School Basketball Association Holiday League, which covers 50 states in the United States, covers more than 20,000 high schools, and has more than 18,000 participating teams.
Every year, thousands of spectators are attracted to watch the game. These spectators are not only high school students, but also basketball enthusiasts in society, major media, and sometimes even NBA stars will also appear in the NFHS league audience. seats.
When James was still in high school, his games attracted many NBA stars to watch the game. Later, he dunked on Wiggins, Three Balls, Fat Tigers, and many other players. He played a lot in high school. focus on.
Let's put it this way, the NFHS league is as popular in the United States as Koshien is to Neon. In terms of scale, the CBA that China has made so prosperous in the future cannot even compare with the high school leagues in the United States. As for the high school leagues in China? Let alone the 1990s, even in the 21st century, you can't feel the so-called influence of high school leagues in China.
Gap cannot be bridged overnight.
There are more than 18,000 participating teams in the NFHS league. Simply put, there are more than 360 teams participating in each state.
In previous years, the state champions of each state attracted the attention of the powerful NCAA schools, and the players of those teams were often selected from these state champions.
As for the NBA players in previous years, many have the experience of winning the NFHS league high school state championship.
For Budo, the next NFHS league game that Oak Hill High School will face is very important. This will be his best chance to stand out in front of national scouts!
This is also the latest opportunity!
"NFHS League League."
"Charles, don't worry, I will lead Oak Hill High School to win the state championship!"
"Add an honor to your high school career!"
As he spoke, Wu Dao adjusted the position of the basketball in his hand and raised his hand to throw the ball.
The next second, a crisp sound came from the basket.
The two black men who were preparing to practice shooting on the court saw Wu Dao hit three of three three-pointers. At this moment, they stopped what they were doing. Before Charles could pass the ball to Wu Dao, one of the black men near the top of the key He had already thrown the ball to Martial Arts.
After getting the basketball, Wu Dao didn't make the slightest adjustment and threw the ball directly. The basketball entered the net and turned up the white net flowers.
"Uh-huh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Uh-huh!"
The two black men and Charles passed the ball to Wu Dao. In the gym, there were constant sounds of basketball hitting the net. After "Simple" made more than 50 consecutive shots, Wu Dao finally made a mistake and the basketball jumped out of the basket.
At this moment, several people in the arena looked at Martial Arts, their eyes filled with astonishment.
"Strange. Monster?"
