Gan Guoyang won Falke's favor with just one goal, one assist and one defense.

It may take some time to select a beautiful swan from a group of big white geese, but it is really simple to pick a white crane from a group of chickens.

Although Gan Guoyang is a yellow man, Falke saw a unique talent and a superstar temperament in Gan Guoyang.

This made him a little impatient. Before the game was over, he stepped forward and shouted that he wanted to talk to Gan Guoyang.

Gan Guoyang ignored Falke. Unlike other streetball players who regarded Falke as the savior, Gan Guoyang did not have much favoritism for this Jew with sparse hair and gloomy face.

From his eyes, Gan Guoyang seemed to be able to see the cunning, tricks and greed contained in it.

So, Gan Guoyang shook his head at him and signaled that the game would continue, so he ran back to the half-court defense.

However, in addition to cunning and greed, Falke has several points that are no different from Gan Guoyang, that is, he is tenacious and competitive, and he will never give up until he achieves his goal.

This is inherited from his equally competitive and hardworking mother.

So, he was patiently on the sidelines, watching the 6-foot-10 center on the court, playing as the point guard, and playing with the street fish.

At this time, Gan Guoyang was like a magician on the court. He kept directing his teammates' running position on the court, and accurately passed the ball after the opportunity came out.

If there is no chance, he will rely on his personal ability to create opportunities, or use one or two passes to change the offensive situation on the court.

Even facing a group of street players who are far less powerful than him, even in positions he is unfamiliar with, Gan Guoyang's face is still so focused, as if he is fighting a key battle related to the winning or losing of the series.

When a teammate scores a goal, he will cheer loudly, comfort and encourage after a mistake, and shout loudly in the defense.

All teammates were following his command, and all the audience was paying attention to him.

Gan Guoyang became the focus of the field in one minute, became the core of the team in two minutes, became the leader of the team in three minutes, and led the temporary team to victory in five minutes.

This is the difference between a star and an ordinary player.

If Falke had gone to watch the California Division II more than two months ago, he might not have seen such Gan Guoyang.

Two months have passed, and in addition to relying on continuous training to improve or even torture himself physically, Gan Guoyang has also begun to change his concepts in terms of attitude.

In the past, he always believed that he should focus on the most difficult battles, and in some irrelevant games or during garbage time, he would not work hard and play ball swayingly.

Now he felt that no matter what kind of opponent he faced, as long as it was a game, he would have to work 100% to win every game.

He doesn't want to experience the taste of failure anymore, although this is inevitable in basketball's life.

But if he tried his best in every game, he would feel better.

Falke saw another advantage in Gan Guoyang: unparalleled concentration and strong competitive spirit.

This is often a key factor in determining whether a player can actually succeed in a professional league.

There are too many geniuses who waste their great talents in vain because of their unrestrained and lack of competitive spirit.

"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle at the end of the game.

This game became unsurprising because of Gan Guoyang's joining. The White team led the way under their point guard and center and easily defeated the Blue Team with a 15-point advantage.

Although Gan Guoyang didn't score much, he, the point guard who played guest appearance in the center, completed the task outstandingly, organized the team's offense, supported the team's defense, and reflected the basketball ability that surpassed others.

"Mr. Gan, your performance is so wonderful, it's amazing. I even saw the shadow of the magician." Falke did not hesitate to his praise and praised Gan Guoyang's performance.

"Thank you, Mr. Falke. I'm just enjoying basketball itself. I feel very happy in such a game." Gan Guoyang said. In addition to winning, he also found that as long as he devoted himself to the game, no matter how big the difference between his opponent and himself is, he can enjoy the fun of basketball.

Others on the field were also convinced by Gan Guoyang's performance.

Especially the players of the White Team, they felt for the first time that playing with such a player could be so comfortable.

Slater discovered that as long as he appeared in the right place at the right time, the ball would reach his hand, and he threw the basketball in his hand into the basket, and the task would be over.

This is the real high-level basketball, simple, efficient and practical.

"Okay, Mr. Gan, I think we should talk about your future, and some of your thoughts on basketball." At this time, Falke only had Gan Guoyang in his eyes. The fat black uncle had long been thrown aside. Falke would no longer pay attention to this down-and-out street ball gangster.

"What do you think? Of course I can go to college and play NCAA. If I am lucky enough, see if I can play NBA. That's it. I have already won the OFFER of UCLA." In Gan Guoyang's mind, this should be his established route, and he will not waste his good talents in vain.

"Oh my God, UCLA, the place where Jabbar and Bill Walton has been trained, it is indeed a good place to go." Falke felt a little disappointed, because if Gan Guoyang could go to UCLA, it would mean that this guy was definitely not a thing in the pool.

But this will not reflect the value of Falk.

"But why I have never heard of you? I mean I have never read any reports about you in newspapers and magazines. Maybe it's because I've been in the East for a long time and don't understand the basketball situation in California. But before Jabbar and Walton entered UCLA, they were famous all over the United States." Falk continued, with a thorny smell in his tone.

"Mr. Falke, you look at my face and see clearly, a pure, unadulterated Chinese face. Do you think the California media will spend a lot of space for such a face? No, unless one day I win the NBA championship, I don't think they will like me." Although Gan Guoyang's words are obviously exaggerated, in fact, as long as he enters UCLA and starts to participate in the competition, the national attention will be focused on him.

But he did suffer unfair treatment from the media, and in the future that he could meet, this injustice would continue, just because he was a yellow man and a Chinese man.

In the American sports world, Chinese immigrants are not as good as Nigerians. Now a new Nigerian star has already launched in the Space City.

When Falk heard what Gan Guoyang said, he could understand his mood.

In the 1960s, the racial movement in the United States reached its climax and apartheid was abolished.

However, racial discrimination has far not disappeared from American social life.

The NBA entered the dark age in the 1970s, and most of them were black NBAs, full of drugs, alcohol, and violence.

The NBA was rejected by mainstream American society, who blamed the degeneration of the league on those blacks.

However, basketball is another black sport, with blacks accounting for the vast majority of star players.

Now, he is a yellow man, and he is not even as good as a black man in the basketball world. How could he gain the attention and welcome of the mass media?

"I think if you get some help, you may be able to completely change the current situation and even affect the entire NBA in the future." Falke suddenly had a huge plan in his mind. Although it was just a thought, he felt that if it could be completed step by step, it would be a pioneering of great significance.

"Hey Hello, Butter Bomb, can I play basketball with you for a while?"

Gan Guoyang didn't understand what Falke meant, but he heard a thick duck voice coming from his ear.

Gan Guoyang turned his head and saw a black boy standing behind him, holding a basketball in his hand and looking at him with his eyes.

"Hello, uh, I'm talking to someone now. Wait for me for a while, OK?" Gan Guoyang said to the boy.

"Mr. Falke, I understand what you mean. But I think it's not the time for me to consider these issues. If I need it, I will definitely contact you. You can leave an address or call me." Gan Guoyang knew that Falke wanted to build a brokerage team for him to deal with various affairs.

But let alone whether Gan Guoyang can become a star, ordinary players cannot enjoy this kind of treatment. Moreover, Gan Guoyang still has to go to college. He believes that he does not need to deal with any messy things for the time being, so he tactfully rejected Falke.

"It's okay, Mr. Gan, this is my business card, I have my company address and phone number. If you need it, you can contact me anytime. I think there will be such a day."

"Thank you, Mr. Falke. This little guy seems to want to play basketball with me for a while. I think I should satisfy him."

"No problem, a star must first learn how to treat his fans. You are doing this right. I have something to leave, and I don't want to stay here for a minute. I wish you good luck and goodbye if you have a chance." Falke knew that it would be meaningless to continue to entangle. The seeds planted will always bloom and bear fruit slowly, and he has more important people and things to deal with.

Gan Guoyang no longer cared about this Jew, but instead faced the duck-voiced boy, who was obviously a boy who had just entered puberty.

"Mr. Butter, can you teach me to dunk?" The boy didn't know Gan Guoyang's name, but he knew the nickname "Butter Bomb", and he was called Mr. Butter.

"Call me Gan. Today is not a weekend. Aren't you going to school?" Gan Guoyang asked, seeing that he was only eleven or twelve years old, even though black people were precocious.

"Yes, I skipped class because I knew there were scouts here today and there would be games here. But I still hope you can teach me dunks, just like yesterday and today's game, that's the most beautiful dunk I've ever seen on the street court."

Gan Guoyang has been praised for his accurate shooting, strong rebounds, good defense, and good blocking. Even if the dunk is really not his strength, he just regards the dunk as a scoring method.

The reason why he repeatedly thought about the dunk in the North District final was because it involved a very important issue, which was also an idea that Gan Guoyang had been speculating on.

Now at Inglewood, he actually made similar dunks twice, which further affirmed his guess.

But this boy wanted Gan Guoyang to teach him to dunk, which really made Gan Guoyang scratch his head a little.

"Okay, but first of all, you have to know how to dunk." Gan Guoyang looked at the boy who was over 6 feet tall and a little thin.

At the age of eleven or twelve, he was still growing up. He could grow to 6 feet. It seems that he will definitely not be short in the future.

"No problem! Look."

The duck voice said, picking up the basketball in his hand and running to the near the basket, 20 feet away from the basket.

Then, he skillfully dribbled the ball, held the ball, took off, and dunked with both hands!

"Wow, it's such an amazing bounce." Gan Guoyang looked a little surprised. He knew that this guy would definitely dunk, otherwise he wouldn't come over to teach him.

But his jumping ability still surprised Gan Guoyang, and it was estimated that his jumping height must have exceeded 3 feet.

3 feet is a hurdle for bounce. Those who bounce vertically above 3 feet are considered superb bouncers. If you run and jump, 3 feet are the basic line for bounce outstanding.

With Gan Guoyang Live65's bounce talent and continuous efforts since coming to the United States, running and jumping 3 feet is almost his limit.

And this newly developed little duck voice easily exceeded his bounce level, which really made him feel a little psychologically unbalanced.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll teach you how to make your dunk look more beautiful and beautiful. The dunk you just now looked like you were digging a bird's nest."

Gan Guoyang decided to use his own experience to teach this talented little guy some tips.

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Wang Fuxi didn't do his class well this morning.

Although the end of the semester is approaching, this will be the last semester of intense study, and the twelfth grade is about to consider applying to a university.

"Chris? What's wrong with you today? I've been confused all the time, Chris?" Chris is Wang Fuxi's English name. After school at noon, her good friend Martha asked.

"Hmm? No... nothing... I just... maybe I haven't had a good sleep recently." Wang Fuxi seemed a little incoherent, and she didn't know where to focus.

"Oh my God Chris, you're not in love, right? Tell me quickly, who can win the favor of Queen Chris in Inglewood?" Martha noticed that Wang Fuxi was a little different from usual, and she was not like today.

Although Wang Fuxi is a mixed-race man in China and the United States, he is a big beauty in all aspects, and her personality is more American.

She has always been competitive in school and has to be the first in everything, learn, piano competitions, debate competitions, and long-distance running competitions.
To be continued...