The Golden Age of Basketball

()(ps: Because there may not be an official game for several chapters in a row, so here is a short section of Xiaohuang to adjust and adjust; the pen of the game, you can vote and reward if you think it is good; if you don’t like it, you can skip it. This book will not become a little yellow text, and there will be a wonderful team training game later. Finally, don’t report it!)

The summer of 1982 passed by in such a hurry.

In this summer, Italy won the World Cup, Spielberg's et became popular all over the world, and Hinckley, who assassinated Ronald Reagan, was sentenced to life imprisonment.

But everything has gone with the wind gently, and time is still ruthlessly walking on the avenue of history with his steady and powerful steps.

And Gan Guoyang, a stowaway who got through the time gap, will start his new life in Los Angeles in September 1982.

Although, he doesn't seem to like this city very much.

"Then what? You shut them all up with a backboard dunk! And then?"

"No, they didn't close their mouths, they opened their mouths and couldn't close them! Their expressions were like... um, like the surprise I saw when I saw you for the first time."

"You...you're talking nonsense again...how did you see me clearly the first time?"

"Of course I can! Why can't I, when I saw your chin, I knew that this girl must be a big beauty, but I don't know why she is so fierce."

"Who told you to stare at the woman in the advertisement all the time! Your eyes are straight, and you seem to know her name? Is it your friend?"

"Ah? Oh, no, I... I just... I just suddenly thought of someone who looks like the heroine in the advertisement, so I accidentally said it."

"Really? But she's really pretty, and she seems to know how to play basketball."

"Hehe, you're not bad at basketball, although you're much worse than me."

"Bah, don't be shy, I'm a girl, and I'm so much shorter than you!"

"Hmph, I didn't realize you were so fierce like a girl... Whoops! You pinched me again!"

This pair of guys flirting while eating ice cream on the street are Gan Guoyang and Wang Fuxi who came to Los Angeles after school.

Throughout the summer, Gan Guoyang spent almost all his time on the street courts in Oakland, honing his skills and willpower in the fierce street confrontation without referees.

As a professional basketball player, going to the street to play wild ball is either considered a bully, or will be scolded by the coach, because it is easy to get injured and learn bad playing habits.

However, this also depends on the level of street football.

Gan Guoyang has not been able to see the legendary Rock Park and Baker Stadium at this time, but the streets of Oakland are indeed a playground for a group of talented players.

In the one-on-one match with Mitchell that day, the two ended up with a 5:5 draw, and neither side could defend the other.

But Gan Guoyang won the respect of the audience in Oakland and his opponents with his stunning dunk, and he became one of the most popular players on that field. <" (the answerer), because he is always able to respond to the opponent's provocation in the first place.

Like he responded to the hook with a slam dunk.

One of Gan Guoyang's big gains on the street is that he is more comfortable in his skills.

If it is said that the experience in the Palo Alto basketball team has made him a qualified and outstanding basketball player, endowing him with a solid foundation and basic qualities.

Then the tempering on the street gave him an extra layer of creativity and a touch of artistic beauty.

Gan Guoyang's basketball world has become more colorful.

But his biggest achievement this summer is not streetball, but Wang Fuxi.

After being addicted to street duels for nearly a week and having no time and energy to write a letter to Wang Fuxi, Gan Guoyang went directly to Inglewood, Los Angeles by car in mid-July, and took his walkman to meet the first The girl who broke into his heart once.

When Dori did not receive the letter and Wang Fuxi became depressed, when he saw that familiar tall figure and face again by the window of the electrical appliance store, he could no longer suppress his inner joy and longing. The old man rushed out of the door, and hugged Gan Guoyang tightly.

The relationship between men and women is so strange. Two people who are not familiar with each other can become the closest people in the world overnight, and two lovers who used to talk about everything can also become strangers in an instant.

Gan Guoyang hugged the fragrant and soft body, except for some inconceivable feeling in his heart, everything seemed to go with the flow.

It was as if when he opened his eyes that day, he arrived at the hotel in Shanghai, and Gan Youwei came to the room with dinner.

"Perhaps, the future is really just a dream?" Gan Guoyang took Wang Fuxi's hand and walked on the streets of Hollywood, recalling the events of this summer and that hug, he couldn't help thinking.

At this time, August is coming to an end, and the university will start in September. Gan Guoyang came to Los Angeles a few days earlier. In addition to getting ready for the start of school, he also wanted to meet Wang Fuxi more often. up.

"Hey, Forrest Gump, what are you thinking?" Wang Fuxi looked at Gan Guoyang's eyes in a daze, and asked with wide eyes while licking the ice cream.

"I was thinking, your hands are so soft, like jellyfish in the Pacific Ocean, I never thought you still play basketball." Gan Guoyang shook Wang Fuxi's hand, the smooth and delicate touch was really not like An athlete's hand.

"Hmph, I'm well maintained. I still have to play the piano. If I don't protect my hands well, they will already be full of calluses." Wang Fuxi wrinkled her nose to Gan Guoyang, but she also clenched her hands subconsciously. She touched Gan Guoyang's hands, which made her feel extremely powerful and reliable.

"Oh, it's just your temper. It's full of thorns like a jellyfish. Look at my arm... Oops! Don't pinch it!" Gan Guoyang grinned again before he finished speaking. Luckily, they all use Chinese, and other people can't understand them, otherwise they will be laughed at.

"Who told you to make nonsense metaphors and slander me all the time, I have thorns all over my body!" The perpetrator still didn't admit his atrocities, and said righteous words on his face.

As soon as Gan Guoyang saw the puffy but lovely face under the peaked cap, he couldn't get angry at all, so he looked silent and said nothing.

Seeing that Gan Guoyang stopped talking, Wang Fuxi knew that he was playing with his temper, not to mention that he was really serious, Gan Guoyang's arm really suffered a lot these days.

He hugged Gan Guoyang's arm, and pressed his face tightly against his strong and powerful arm, nestling beside him like a pigeon returning home.

Gan Guoyang saw that the little pepper had turned into a little cabbage, and knew that he had succeeded in pretending to be pitiful, not to mention the big white rabbit on Wang Fuxi's chest, which would scrape his arm from time to time.

This feeling really made Gan Guoyang restless in summer, and at the same time enjoyed it immensely.

If Wang Fuxi saw Gan Guoyang's satisfied face, he would inevitably commit domestic violence against him again.

In this way, the two of them, like all lovers, walked around Hollywood, the most famous attraction in Los Angeles.

Gan Guoyang walked through the Avenue of Stars, saw Beverly Hills, and saw various scenes and props used in filming movies.

And this is only 1982. Gan Guoyang knows that in the future, there will be more and more scene props here, and the technology will become more and more advanced. At that time, a large number of Hollywood blockbusters will flock to the world, and to China on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. .

"Okay, Fuxi, I'm going back. Rest early when I get home. UCLA will start school tomorrow, so I may not have time to come to you. Is your school starting soon?"

It was getting late, Gan Guoyang sent Wang Fuxi back to their electrical appliance store, and said goodbye to her at the door.

Wang Fuxi held Gan Guoyang by the corner of his clothes and refused to let go. He lowered his head and didn't say a word.

This seemingly aggressive, aggressive and stubborn girl has a weak and sensitive heart. Like any girl, she longs for the care and care of the opposite sex.

It's just that she, who has always shown herself as a big sister, and her identity as a Chinese-American mixed race, is always thorny and tough in every way.

Now she has finally met someone who can love her and is more excellent at the same time, even if they are separated for a quarter of an hour, she finds it unbearable.

"Fuxi? Fuxi?" Gan Guoyang saw that Wang Fuxi was silent, and gently held her face.

In Wang Fuxi's eyes, there was a trace of tears faintly.

Gan Guoyang's heart couldn't help softening, he stretched out his hand to carefully wipe away the little teardrops, and lowered his head to kiss Wang Fuxi's lips lightly.

Wang Fuxi, who was still a little listless, seemed to be thrown onto the grill suddenly, without any preparation, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he took a step back, his hands twisted together, not knowing what to do.

"I... I went in... My mother should be back, she saw her, but... it's not good." After finishing speaking, Wang Fuxi, who was still reluctant to leave just now, ran back into the store as if to escape.

Gan Guoyang looked at her back, thinking of that soft kiss, "It's so sweet~"

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Early the next morning, Gan Guoyang woke up from the hotel bed, packed his luggage and returned the room, preparing to report to UCLA officially.

As Gan Guoyang who has attended a university once and registered once in later generations, it is really a piece of cake to report to the university alone.

Originally, Gan Youwei insisted on coming with Gan Guoyang, but Gan Guoyang finally insisted on coming alone.

On the one hand, he wanted to see Wang Fuxi, and it was inconvenient for his father to follow him. On the other hand, Gan Youwei's English was still at the level of the sixth grade in Chinese primary school. When he came, he couldn't help Gan Guoyang with his luggage. .

Not only can't help, but Gan Guoyang may need to take care of him, so in the end Gan Youwei, who loves his son eagerly, gave up sending his son to school and let Gan Guoyang sign up alone.

Gan Guohui and Chen Xing arrived in Los Angeles in mid-August, and the University of Southern California and California State University started school in mid-August.

In the United States, the fall semester starts, and there are schools from the beginning of August to the end of September, so Gan Guoyang cannot come with the other two.

When Gan Guoyang arrived at UCLA by taxi, carrying big bags and small bags, and what he thought he had a lot of things, he realized how unique he was when he came alone.

The parking lot on and around the UCLA campus has long been filled with private vehicles of all sizes.

In addition to various cars, there are pickup trucks.

In the cargo boxes of these pickups, various household appliances are placed, such as double-drum washing machines, 17-inch color TV sets, and vertical refrigerators.

Basically, all kinds of electrical appliances in the 80s are found in these cars.

Those parents also helped their children take daily necessities and walked to their dormitories.

Only then did Gan Guoyang realize that the hearts of parents all over the world are pitiful, and parents have the same feelings for their children wherever they go.

It's just that Gan Guoyang, a lonely big guy, is a bit eye-catching when he walks on the golden campus.

Because he has been to UCLA several times before, Gan Guoyang is quite familiar with the campus environment, and he also knows where his dormitory is.

UCLA's dormitory is not so much a dormitory as a hotel.

Compared with the dormitory conditions of Gan Guoyang's later generations in China when he went to college, the dormitory conditions in the United States more than 20 years ago were actually better.

Who is the most developed country in the world?

When they were in Palo Alto before, Gan Guoyang and Gan Guohui lived together, and there was no problem at all together.

But now that I have changed to a new environment, I don't know what kind of roommates I will meet?

Because Gan Guoyang is considered a special sports enrollment, his student status has already been registered, and he does not need to register like other ordinary freshmen.

So, he took his luggage and basketball and went directly to the dormitory.

"Damn it, this crappy school is really big, and you have to walk such a long way to go to the dormitory." Gan Guoyang was on the road, and he felt angry when he thought that the dormitory was so far away from the gymnasium.

Finally, Gan Guoyang arrived at his future residence. At this time, there were not many people in the freshman dormitory.

The architectural style of UCLA is different from the Mediterranean style of Palo Alto High School. Except for the older Gothic buildings, the others are relatively modern, which are ordinary square buildings.

Gan Guoyang walked up the stairs of the dormitory, looking at the whitewashed walls, thinking that he could finally live in a place that was more like a modern person, and he didn't have to feel like he was acting in a movie.

"I don't know if my roommate has come. I hope I won't scare him because I am so tall." Gan Guoyang found his room according to the house number. The university dormitory is always two people together. Gan Guoyang is also a little curious about his new roommate .

Gan Guoyang took the key given by the administrator downstairs and walked to the door of the dormitory room, but found that the door was not completely closed, but was concealed, with a small gap leaking.

"Hey, could it be that the people from the same dormitory have come?" Gan Guoyang was a little surprised.

So, he gently put the things aside, bent down and peeked in through the crack of the door.

This glance didn't matter, the scene in the room made Gan Guoyang's heart beat faster immediately.

There are two beds in the room, one of which is placed on the side near the door, and at this moment, on the bed near the door, two naked bodies are lying on the bed and sitting on the bed. The spring palace is just about to start.

As Gan Guoyang comes from an age with rich internet resources, he has also dabbled in love action movies from various countries, but he has never experienced a reality show being staged in front of his eyes.

Moreover, peeping from a small door crack, the stimulation can be imagined.

Through the ray of sky between the door, one can just see a blond Caucasian woman sitting on the bed.

Her hair was thick and thick, falling over a white and full back, but it did not hide her protruding shoulder blades.

From the shoulder blade down, in the middle of the back, there is a shallow groove extending to the waist.

But further down, the ditch suddenly deepened, dividing that snow-white and plump buttocks into two halves, and in the middle of the ditch, a trace of hair could be faintly seen.

Because her back was facing the door, Gan Guoyang couldn't see his face and chest, but he could see the half curve of his chest, which was perfectly integrated with his body.

At this time, the woman raised her arms, exposing the arc on one side more perfectly. Gan Guoyang could even see a little bit of blush, and the eyeballs of the peepers shook with the slight shaking of the arc.

The woman tied her hair with rubber bands, and her long, unkempt hair was tied into a ponytail.

It seems to be a battle between women and men.

And the man sitting under the woman also started to move, although his face could not be seen clearly because it was blocked.

But Gan Guoyang could see that he stretched out his hand to grab the beautiful breasts of the woman above, and squeezed it vigorously.

"Ah~" I don't know whether it was pain or pleasure, the woman above let out a groan.

This moan is not like that of an oriental woman, the tone is slightly lower but more indulgent, with a hint of excitement in the pain, and a little hoarse.

Gan Guoyang could see that the hairs on this woman's body seemed to stand up instantly.

Next, those hands didn't relax, they grasped and kneaded even harder, and Gan Guoyang could see from the back that the greasy meat was squeezed out from between the fingers of those big hands.

Judging from the movements of his hands, those hands should still be scratching the nipples that might have been erected already. Gan Guoyang could see that the woman was trembling slightly, and the voice in her mouth became more and more vague.

Suddenly, the target of those hands was no longer the chest, but slowly let go, slowly slid towards the waist, and then slowly moved to the two huge, round buttocks.

As soon as the man's hand was removed from his chest, the woman seemed to escape and her body relaxed.

She could feel that the man was touching her more sensitive parts, so she put her hands on the man, and at the same time gently pouted those two fat white buttocks for the convenience of the man to play with.

At this moment, Gan Guoyang could clearly see the black and red folds sandwiched between the buttocks and a fluffy place wet with dew.

The man's hands were not idle either. Gan Guoyang could see that there were heavy hairs on the backs of these hands, which should be of European and American whites, of Slavic origin.

I saw that he seemed to know that there were people outside, and he rubbed the two balls of snowy buttocks with his hands, and patted them gently with his hands from time to time.

With every pat, Gan Guoyang could see the trembling buttocks, driving the dewdrops in the grass to tremble gently, accompanied by a feminine nasal voice.

Finally, having had enough of playing with those two pieces of firm and plump buttocks, the hands moved from the outside to the inside, holding up the two pieces of red buttocks that were photographed from the front.

With the palm of his hand, he separated the two trembling breasts, and gently scratched the wet and muddy flesh with his fingers.

In such a posture, although Gan Guoyang couldn't see the private parts, he could see the slightly twisted waist and the trembling curve of the chest.

The woman's "humming" sound became more and more serious, and her whole body fell on the man's body in a nearly folded posture, showing amazing flexibility.

With this posture, a perfect back-hip arc is displayed in front of Gan Guoyang. At the same time, this arc is still twisting, like a millstone, and the hands below are used to increase the rubbing of the grass.

Apparently, the heat was already enough, and Gan Guoyang had seen the man take out his weapon, looking for a place to use it in the wet and muddy grass.

But Gan Guoyang didn't dare to look any more. First, he was afraid that he would be found out. Second, his mind was full of the squeeze and softness of Wang Fuxi's chest when he hugged him.

But he himself was already a little unable to straighten up.

He hurriedly took his things to a public balcony in the building, took a breath, and waited for the strange couple in his dormitory to finish their good deeds.