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Chapter 7: Delisting from the official website

This person is Zhou Qiangdong. I guess he was uneasy and couldn't help but come here to take a look at the situation. Unexpectedly, he ran into Jiang Yuntao face to face.

"What a coincidence." In the dark night, Jiang Yuntao's expression was a bit strange.

Zhou Qiangdong shouted "Ghost"! It was his turn to be frightened and almost kneeled down.

"Damn fat pig, let you beat me up and let you beat me up!!" Jiang Yuntao was not buying air tickets this time. He turned into a street gangster and fought with Zhou Qiangdong in a hand-to-hand battle. He beat this fat man in 1V1, making Zhou Qiangdong beg for mercy all over the ground, and believed that this was really not a ghost, so he wouldn't be so real...

"War less with more, corrupt the school spirit of famous schools and pretend to be gangsters, TMD!"

"I was wrong!! I don't have the character of the ball, please don't tell our school!! Please!!" Zhou Qiangdong was beaten to Zhutou Third. Now he knew that the necklace probably only caused skin trauma to Jiang Yuntao, so he felt much more at ease. This beat was actually a bit willing, at least he felt much more at ease.

"You still know that you are a blue and white student? I'm so embarrassed that blue and white! Get out!" Jiang Yuntao vented his anger and kicked him away!

"That... master, who are you?" Zhou Qiangdong couldn't help asking. He thought Jiang Yuntao's level could play CBA, but he didn't think he was very good at CUBA, but it would be nice to recruit one person from the college league every year in the CBA.

"Future NBA superstar, Jiang Yuntao!" Jiang Yuntao shouted.

"SB..." Zhou Qiangdong dared to complain until he walked 1,000 meters away.

...

"Hey, this beautiful girl, even if she is a female ghost, please come out and explain." After Zhou Qiangdong left, Jiang Yuntao went deep into the alley and took pictures with his mobile phone. The residue of the amethyst on the ground was still there. It was indeed a inferior product, which also means that he remembered it.

So he can only explain it as an unnatural phenomenon: the beautiful female ghost thought he was handsome and shouldn't have died so early, so he saved him, well, that must be the case.

"Thank you, goddess sister." Jiang Yuntao remembered his pure face and sweet touch, shook his head and chose to forget, cleaned the amethyst fragments and left the street at the Conservatory of Music.

The next morning, Jiang Yuntao climbed over the wall and looked at the official website of the University of Texas and suddenly discovered something that angered him. His name had disappeared from the official website of the school team and was replaced by Jack Bell's name. In other words, he was really removed from the school basketball team and could no longer go to NCAA games with the team!

"XXXX." Even Jiang Yuntao, who is in a good mood, couldn't help but curse in the room, waking up Jiang Wen next door.

"Pay attention to quality, don't yell early in the morning!" Jiang Wen yawned. He was still very pleased that his son could go home to sleep at night. He just cursed people early in the morning. Did he learn this little thing in the United States?

Jiang Yuntao looked at Jack Bell's name blankly. He played as the defender like himself. He was a freshman who just entered last year and a high school classmate of Mohammed Bamba, a popular freshman in the school. After Bamba joined the school team, he never looked at Jiang Yuntao in person. This time, he arranged a high school classmate to replace Jiang Yuntao's position. Thinking of the call from coach Rick Barnes yesterday, Jiang Yuntao felt that they must have colluded.

Unexpectedly, so many things happened when he returned to China. Jiang Yuntao's mentality was almost blown up. He was thinking about other things. He turned off the bed and started packing his luggage.

"What!! Are you going to go back to the United States now?" When Jiang Wen heard that Jiang Yuntao had just returned one day and was about to rush back to the United States, he was stunned, and his hair seemed to float several lines.

"I bought the air ticket last night and took off in two hours." Jiang Yuntao looked at his father a little embarrassedly. The two had never communicated much. He felt that he was doing something wrong, but he didn't want to say too much.

Jiang Wen sat in the chair weakly, as if he was several years old. He did not want to argue with his son, but asked slowly: "Give me a reasonable explanation. Although I don't understand basketball very much, you must have encountered some trouble."

"Well, Dad, give me some more time. It's really critical recently!" Jiang Yuntao couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw Jiang Wen's appearance. He briefly told Jiang Wen about his current situation in the United States. The more he talked about it, the more he became, the more impatient he became.

As a undrafted draft, Jiang Yuntao can no longer participate in the draft, but he is now in the free market, so this year's NCAA is his best opportunity. He trains hard and hopes to play something in this year's NCAA and use the NCAA as a springboard, so that more team coaches, managers, and scouts can see it, so that they can play in the NBA summer league or start from the NBDL (NBA affiliated league). In short, they want to enter a more professional environment to improve.

"Then what time are you playing now?"

"Uh, not yet."

"You really don't hit the wall and don't look back. Do you want to hit the head and make you feel bloody?" Jiang Wen felt it was impossible. Jiang Yuntao, who had no playing time, wanted to be noticed in the NCAA? It's a bit of a fantasy.

"Dad, I'm almost my junior year. If I can't play a profession in my junior year, it's really impossible for me!" Jiang Yuntao said in a low voice. He said everything he kept in his heart to Jiang Wen, feeling much more comfortable.

He also knows that the facts will be very skinny, but this year he is stronger than last year. How can he know if he doesn’t try it?

"Then don't go to the United States. Don't want anything. Stay at home and start to attend music theory tomorrow. I don't want to watch these Americans bully my son!" Jiang Wen held the teacup and clenched his hands tightly, but his tone was rarely gentle, giving his son a step.

"This..." To be honest, Jiang Yuntao was so tired that he was moved. Who doesn't want to stay at home every day without worrying about anything? The family also has money to squander for you.

"But, then I'm a coward!" Jiang Yuntao shook his head, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes. He was just a basketball madman.

"Well, it's my son." Jiang Wen also cursed the madman in his heart, but unexpectedly felt very proud.

"Thank you, dad, for giving me the last year to prove myself. I can't stand the black juniors sarcastic in front of me, nor can I do anything." Jiang Yuntao knew that if he couldn't play time in the college league in his junior year, then there would be no hope. In the United States, a truly powerful basketball player can basically see it when he was in his freshman year.

"Why force yourself to this?"

"It's very simple, because of love."

"Okay, you decide for yourself. You only feel happy when you play basketball, so just chase your dreams." Who is not 20 years old? Jiang Wen remembered that when he was 20 years old, he was also in love with Jiang Yuntao's mother crazy and desperately.

So he didn't want to stop him, nor could he stop him.

"OK!" Without any worries, Jiang Yuntao felt a burden on his body.

And just as he finished speaking this strong decision in front of Jiang Wen, a voice rang in his mind:

"Ding! Congratulations to the protagonist for achieving his achievements: never give up, and activate the basic competitive mission: ride more than 10 cars with shared bicycles within 20 minutes. The mission is successful: reward the strongest ability in the field of cycling in sports events. The mission failure: randomly deduct the strongest ability in a sports event."
Chapter completed!
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