I really don't want to be red

Chapter 1600 Freeze Frame
Crowder flew under the basket, and the ball finally shot.

All of a sudden flashes of light flashed on the sidelines.

This is a great moment, even if Crowder's goal is invalid even if it is scored, it will not hinder his sportsmanship.

He didn't give up until the end.

In fact, there is an unwritten rule in the Xizhou Basketball League, garbage time, in the last few tens of seconds when the overall situation has been determined, everyone will give up attacking, let the time run out, and save each other some face.

But at this time the Sonics had already lost.

But Crowder is still laying up.

No one said he was unruly, but everyone was watching him.

Hayworth, Oliver, Wesson, An Ran, Kumar, and the entire audience focused on this kid.

Basketball shot!

Flicked around the edges a few times.

Then into the frame...

"drop……"

Suddenly a sharp beep sounded at the scene, and then the light on the basket suddenly turned green.

The referee blew his whistle again at this time.

Raise your hand and put up two fingers, indicating that two points are valid.

The audience burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Then I saw the referee waving his hands to signal the end of the game.

Crowder caught the basketball falling from the basket and stood under the basket without moving for a long time.

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

Everyone knows it's the kid's first league game, and it could be his last.

Just let him feel the atmosphere quietly.

In this game, with everyone's help, Crowder scored a total of 8 points, 3 rebounds, 2 assists, and 1 steal.

The seemingly mediocre data is the glory that affects the child's life.

a while.

Claude put down the basketball, knelt down on the court, and kissed the floor deeply.

An Ran gently applauded from the sidelines.

The solitary applause reminded everyone, followed by Wesson, the Sonics player who hadn't retired yet.

Then there's Oliver, all the Hayworth players applauding for him.

The audience stood up and burst into applause.

Little Claude stood up from the ground, bowed deeply to the auditorium.

He knew that in the last quarter, everyone was actually playing with him, even for opponents like Hayworth, if he didn't give up on purpose, he couldn't score the next goal.

The difference between a professional and an amateur is as far as heaven and earth, and he is just a child.

The endless applause came one after another like a tidal wave.

An Ran walked into the field.

Claude threw himself into his arms, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

An Ran wiped away his tears and said: "Good job, young man..."

Then he raised Claude's hand.

"Snapped!"

Colorful fireworks and ribbons were suddenly sprinkled on the roof of the arena, and the scene suddenly became a colorful world, and the music suddenly became exciting.

This was originally prepared for the Sonics to win the championship, but now it is all used on Claude.

Hayworth came, bent, and held out his hand.

The palms of the two were clasped together, and Hayworth said: "Claude, you are a brave young man. I am honored to fight against you!"

Claude widened his eyes and nodded in surprise.

Hayworth then shook hands with An Ran, "Coach An Ran, I don't know how to express it, but I think you are the best coach in the league..."

"Thank you!" An Ran smiled and shook hands with him.

The members of the Celtics came over and hugged and shook hands with Claude one by one to say goodbye.

Then Kumar and others came over and surrounded Claude.

"Nice job, lad!"

"You're the most talented young man I've ever seen, work hard, little guy."

"Hey, the finals are over, go on vacation with me, Claude!"

"You're awesome, you're one of my best teammates..."

The praise everyone gave to Claude made Claude overwhelmed and couldn't stop crying.

He knew that everyone was comforting him, but he also felt happy.

The referee on duty came over and hung his own whistle around Claude's neck, "Little guy, you are a brave person, and you are also a lucky person!"

As he spoke, he patted Claude on the shoulder, turned and left.

Just now, he cooperated with the scene and let the stopwatch count again, helping Claude finally get 2 points.

For this child, he did not hesitate to violate his professional ethics, but he took it for granted.

Then the referee shook hands with An Ran, "Compared to those guys, you are more humane."

He pursed his lips and glanced at the audience.

Sitting there is Steven, the owner of the Sonics.

An Ran understood what he meant, "You are also the best referee."

The referee showed everyone a knowing smile and left the court.

The alliance is actually a big business field, but no matter how good you are, if the boss needs it, he can mercilessly let you go.

This is business, indifferent to the extreme.

Even if you have contributed everything you have to the team, you will inevitably be abandoned when your state declines.

The league can be consistent, and there are only a handful of players who receive preferential treatment from the boss.

It is even more rare for An Ran to do this for a child.

Kumar, who was standing on the side, suddenly took Claude's basketball and shouted to the sidelines, "Who has a pen?"

Wesson's teaching assistant came over with a fountain pen.

Kumar thought for a moment, wrote his name on the basketball, and said, "Good luck."

He wanted to write some blessings, but it seemed inappropriate to write anything, so he just wrote his name.

Then Rand, Thomp, Egg, Green...

Sonics players wrote their names on it.

Hayworth, with the Celtics, also signed his name in the empty space of the basketball.

It is not an exaggeration to say that if this basketball with all the names is put up for auction, 50 yuan is very easy.

When the basketball was handed back to Claude.

Claude lifted the basketball and placed it in front of An Ran.

An Ran picked up the pen and wrote her name.

Flashes flicker all around.

Everyone is recording this touching scene.

Claude took the basketball and bowed deeply to An Ran.

An Ran didn't evade, and waited for a while before helping him up.

"Young man, prepare yourself. You will attend today's post-match interview!"

Claude quickly wiped away his tears, and followed Kumar and others towards the player tunnel.

When passing by, many young fans gathered on both sides of the passage, yelling at Claude and calling his name, excited.

Claude only played one game, and he has attracted many fans.

A little girl threw a toy to Claude.

"Claude come on!" The voice was still childish.

Claude caught the cute plush rabbit she threw over, held it in his arms, and cupped his hands at the little girl.

This is where he learned from An Ran.

Although this occasion is not suitable, everyone can also see that he is expressing his gratitude...

(End of this chapter)