Chapter 50 The Car Repair Worker(1/2)
In June, the most important basketball event in the United States, the NBA Finals, also fell into the hotter weather.
In the end, the Philadelphia 76ers lost to their old rival Los Angeles Lakers with a total score of 2:4.
The Los Angeles Lakers won the second championship trophy in three years amid the cheers of thousands of fans at their doorstep. Magic Johnson once again won the Finals MVP with his outstanding performance. This is only his third year in the NBA.
Everything came to an end, some were frustrated and some were proud, some were happy and some were sad. Such a drama will be repeated in the future, showing the tragedy and comedy of basketball for those who love basketball.
At this time, Gan Guoyang, as a preparatory actor, was on the difficult road to obtaining an actor qualification certificate.
He spent nearly a week in Los Angeles, except for watching the third, fourth and sixth finals, he almost always stayed with Wang Fuxi during the other time.
After watching her cheap apprentice that day, she was shocked by the dunk match, Gan Guoyang was led by Wang Fuxi. Under Martha's amazing gaze and teasing, she went to her favorite Chinese restaurant for lunch.
After that, every day, Gan Guoyang would look for Wang Fuxi at noon and evening, and wander around in Inglewood with her.
Gan Guoyang's past life was actually very monotonous, and reading and basketball were almost all his life.
Although he comes from the future, he has no interest in electronic games, because the electronic games of this era are really bad in Gan Guoyang's opinion.
In American high schools, many people start dating early. As a dual star in Palo Alto High School, it is really easy to find a girlfriend.
But first of all, he always feels that love will occupy his training time too much, and secondly, he has some minor psychological barriers to falling in love with a girl who is actually his "mom".
Of course, it is ultimately because he has not met the person he likes.
When a person meets someone he likes, all the reasons for not wanting to fall in love in the past will be reasonably abandoned and thrown into the trash can.
Gan Guoyang didn't know if this is considered a relationship now, but at least, he felt very happy and calm during the week he was with Wang Fuxi.
Everything seemed to be beautiful when he and Wang Fuxi walked side by side on the not-so-clean and tidy Inglewood Street.
Their relationship is getting closer and closer, and there are more and more words to say.
Wang Fuxi also discovered that the basketball idol he originally thought had amazing knowledge and conversation.
He has extensive knowledge of history, geography, astronomy, music, and film.
Especially his foresight analysis of some future trends, although Wang Fuxi seemed to understand and was confused, he always felt that Gan Guoyang knew everything and said everything was right.
This guy Gan Guoyang is naturally attracted by the explosion of knowledge from the future and the Internet, but he didn't know that the reason why the girl with him always listened to him so seriously about something that girls were not interested in was not because he was so right, but because he was Gan Guoyang.
Now he is far from understanding what the structure in a woman's mind looks like.
However, the two never crossed that line, and even held hands did not happen, just like two friends.
The occasional friction between arms is already the limit of contact between two people.
Even so, in June when it was getting hotter and hotter, Gan Guoyang could still feel a little smooth and cool when he touched Wang Fuxi's arm, like a piece of white jade.
Every time he did this, he felt a stream of blood pouring into his heart, as if he was the one who shot the last goal at the last moment of the game.
The wonderful contact of a week was soon over. After the finals, Gan Guoyang was about to return to San Francisco with Gan Guohui and Chen Xing.
During this week, Gan Guohui and Chen Xing disappeared in the morning with Gan Guoyang, and it was no wonder that they came back after dinner. Anyway, these two guys went to the electric city in Los Angeles to do electric games every day, and they had a lot of fun, so they didn't care about their cousin's affairs.
However, it was not long to leave Los Angeles this time, because Gan Guoyang will soon go to UCLA with Qian Hui to fill out his own materials, prepare the admission procedures, and enter this American university basketball overlord school.
On June 14, the fifth day after the finals, in the Southern Hemisphere, the Far Island War ended on this day.
Argentina, which was the first to fight, lost to the British fleet that came from afar, announced its surrender, and the Argentina's dictatorship also declared its collapse.
At this time, Gan Guoyang, who had been home for only a few days, sat in his cousin Qian Hui's car, drove on the California Expressway, and headed to Los Angeles again.
A war started from Gan Guoyang entering Los Angeles, but ended from Gan Guoyang returning to Los Angeles again.
For Gan Guoyang, this period was his own mental journey, his own baptism and rebirth. At this time, he became more mature and steady; but for a regime, this period brought destruction.
This is how time is. On the road ahead, you will push everyone down desperately. Whether you can get up depends on yourself.
Qian Hui has also been baptizing recently, but what baptized her was not her own heart, but the huge pressure from the outside world.
The Hinckley case is about to open on the 21st, and she will go to Washington soon to defend the murderer of the presidential assassination case.
As a lawyer, no matter how unforgivable the criminal is or how sure the crime is, she must protect the criminal's legal rights as much as possible so that the criminal can receive fair trial and punishment.
Although in the eyes of others, the main culprit in such a case is not worth defending it at all, and he can be killed directly, so why should he delay it for so long?
At least, this is what Gan Guoyang thinks.
"Auntie, that murderer, why did you defend him? You all went to kill the president with a gun. In our ancient China, it would be the one who killed the nine clans!" Gan Guoyang sat in the Chevrolet convertible of "Master Qian" and asked at the straight and empty California Expressway.
"This is not ancient China. The United States is a society that emphasizes law. Even serial murderers will have lawyers to defend him so that he can be tried fairly and justly." Qian Hui explained that after a year of contact, she found that this cousin had a lot of ideas in his mind, which was better than her unlucky son.
"Oh, fair, those who have been killed or injured have no fairness at the moment when they lose their lives or health." Gan Guoyang said boredly in the passenger seat.
But as soon as he said this, Qian Hui didn't know how to respond, and the car returned to silence.
Gan Guoyang didn't want to talk about such a heavy topic anymore. He was just thinking that he must go to find Wang Fuxi when he arrived in Los Angeles.
When he parted last time, he looked at the girl and seemed to cry, although she tried to cover her eyes with her hat.
During the few days in San Francisco, I didn’t contact her because he didn’t even know the phone number of her house. It was really annoying to have no cell phone in this era.
In this way, Qian Hui drove all the way to Los Angeles where Gan Guoyang was dreaming of.
However, they did not go to Inglewood, but went straight to the more important destination, UCLA.
UCLA, abbreviated as UCLA, is the overlord of American college basketball in the 1970s and the winner of seven consecutive championships.
They have legendary coach John Wooden, two legendary centers, Kareem Abdullah Jabbar - who was named Alcindo and Bill Walton.
In short, this is the holy land of American basketball. All American high school players, especially centers, hope to come here to play and inherit the glory of Jabbar and Walton.
However, when Qian Hui drove to an intersection not far from UCLA, the car broke down.
"Oh no, it seems that there is something wrong with the engine." Qian Hui suddenly realized that although her feet were on the accelerator, the car obviously couldn't use its strength.
Finally, the car's speed was getting slower and slower, and Qian Hui had to drive him to the side of the road before the car completely lost power.
"I can only call the police and ask them to help deal with it." Gan Guoyang got out of the car and was helpless.
He was still a little worried, whether it was because he was too tall and heavy, that he had broken the car.
"It's all that. Fortunately, the school is not far away. Look, right in front, have you seen the red twin towers?" Qian Hui pointed to a red church-like building not far ahead, where it was UCLA.
Gan Guoyang looked up and saw that there were many buildings hidden in a lush green area.
Is there UCLA, where I will work with basketball?
"It feels so far away..." Gan Guoyang thought in his heart, not sure whether it means being far away or something else.
But now, the problem is coming again, and the phone number cannot be found.
In the era when there were no mobile phones, I could only find a public telephone booth, but there were no telephone booths nearby!
"Otherwise, put the car here. The school is not far away anyway. We can go there first and then call the traffic police at the school to help." Gan Guoyang suggested.
"Well, that's all." Qian Hui could only shake her head helplessly.
"Hey, do you need help?" At this time, a somewhat rough and hoarse voice came from the side. Passersby seemed to see the dilemma of the two and wanted to help.
"Uh...we..." Gan Guoyang was about to turn around and say something, but the owner who saw the voice was obviously stunned.
Too high.
This is the idea that Gan Guoyang immediately popped up in his mind when he saw the speaker.
At this time, Gan Guoyang was already a 6-foot-10 giant. Walking on the street, he was always a person that others looked up to.
Even on the basketball court, there are not many people taller than him in high school games.
However, the white man in front of him needed him to look up to him. Gan Guoyang felt that his forehead should be just at the other party's nose.
And this person's figure is a whole circle larger than Gan Guoyang.
Obviously, this is a super giant who is about 7 feet 3 in height.
Qian Hui was also shocked when she saw this giant.
Gan Guoyang is already tall enough. He is very frustrated when sitting in her car, but now another taller one has come.
She was like she came to the Kingdom of Giants.
"Hello, is there anything I can help?" said the giant again. He spoke a little slowly, but his tone was sincere.
"Our car broke down, it seemed that something was wrong with the engine. Moreover, we couldn't find the phone number here, and there was no traffic police coming to help." Gan Guoyang came to his senses and said to the other party.
"Oh, if you don't mind, I can help you see what's wrong. Do you have a toolbox?" The giant asked to help see what's wrong with the car.
Seeing that there was really no good idea now, Qian Hui took out a set of tools from the trunk and handed them over to this big white man.
I saw him skillfully lifting the front cover of the car, taking out the wrench and driver from the tool box, and pounding and striking the engine to check it.
"Can you repair it, sir?" Gan Guoyang asked.
"Oh, it should be that there was a problem with the engine's carburetor. Some impurities blocked the pipes and prevented the oil mist from spraying into the combustion chamber, so the car could not move forward." The big white man quickly discovered the problem.
"What should I do?"
"You need to take the carburetor down and deal with it, and wait a little while." As he said that, he began to disassemble the parts on the engine.
"Oh my God, can it be repaired?" Qian Hui murmured in her heart. This Chevrolet was bought last year and was a new model.
"You must have used unqualified fuel, which caused the carburetor to be blocked by some oil." The big white man had already removed the carburetor of the engine and began to remove the dirt inside.
To be continued...