He is in the black basketball team and signed to Teiko Academy

Chapter 212

After eating, the group went out and was personally escorted by the manager to the door, and under the exclamation of a group of cherry blossom people, they walked out of the hotel in a beautiful way.

On the way back, Huang Se called out that there was a card.

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When I returned home, I was about to change my shoes, when a gentle voice came out: "Xiaocheng, I'm back~"

Song Cheng immediately realized that something was wrong when he heard the voice, it was not what Zhao Lao said at all.

He hurriedly took off his shoes and put them on slippers....

After walking two steps, he stopped and thought about it.

It's a rarity... I'm at home.

Song Cheng's steps towards the front were no longer in a hurry.

Past Zhao Lao, who was standing in front of him, he walked towards the source of the sound.

"Well, I'm back. Song Cheng replied calmly.

She knew at a glance that Xiaocheng had a little emotion.

Looking at Song Cheng in front of him, he didn't feel very good in his heart, so he beckoned and said, "Xiaocheng, come here, get closer." Song

Cheng was not in a good mood, but as soon as he heard that his mother let him pass, he walked over without the slightest hesitation...

"You, you, I came back to celebrate you, you just give me a break. She slowly stretched out her hand, slightly lifted it and stopped at the parallel position of Song Cheng's shoulder for a while, and then lifted it up with force and touched Song Cheng's head.

I've grown so tall.

She sighed a little in her heart, and she also knew that she was not a competent mother, but she was a strong woman, and she was not very good at comforting her son.

It is not easy for Chinese Americans like them to get along in the upper class here, and they are constantly targeted by major forces.

So, how could Song Cheng's father marry a wife who was just virtuous...

"Hmm... I heard Zhao Lao say that you won the basketball championship, it's very powerful... If your father knew about it, he would have to laugh and say, 'It's my seed.'" She smiled as she said the second half of the sentence.

Song Cheng knew that maybe he would have to wait a long time after meeting this time.

Plunged into his mother's arms.

"How old are you..."She put her right hand on Song Cheng's back and patted slowly.

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At the dinner table, Song Cheng muttered: "Oops, it's so annoying... It's all because the manager had to prepare such a sumptuous dinner for me.

Song Cheng grinned at his mother: "But well, I must have to taste it." "

This is a rare cook made by my mother, and Song Cheng must taste it again.

Then he took a piece of meat and handed it to his mother, and then another piece for himself.

"If you can't eat, don't hold on. She looked at Song Cheng gobbling up, pursed her lips and reminded, sighed and said, "Blame me... Blame me for not telling me about the town earlier. "

Old Zhao, sit down quickly, help me share the burden, you can't waste such delicious food." Song Cheng motioned for the housekeeper to also come to the table to eat.

In fact, Song Cheng's meal is not delicious, it is a very ordinary home-cooked food, but this time, even if he has eaten it, he will not feel unpalatable, on the contrary, he wants to take a few more bites...

And Song Cheng has never gobbled up his meals like this.

"Yes, young master. Zhao Lao's first reaction was to find an excuse to refuse, but Yu Guang saw her nodding and sat down.

After eating, Song Cheng chatted with his mother for a while...

When I came to the bedroom, I looked at the alarm clock and it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

It's late....

I usually fall asleep at eleven or twelve o'clock.

Song Cheng just lay on the bed, thinking with his hands on his head.

"Congratulations to the host for winning the championship. "It's the sound of the basket.

Song Cheng smiled slightly when he heard this.

Every night the basket has to come out and bounce around, and this time is no exception.

Song Cheng thought about these games, and he wasn't very tired, what he really wanted to say... Until now, no one has forced out Song Cheng's killer move.

No one can force him to the strongest strength... Even Song Cheng himself didn't know where his limit was.

The last game was the most solid one I played.

At first, I wasn't sure if I could beat Akaji, but I didn't know until I finished fighting... Akaji couldn't join [zone] at any time at this time, and on the contrary, he was in a panic because he was cracked by himself.

Win all the way to now, no defeats, so... I really feel like I'm a big boss.

Song Cheng lay on the bed and spoke: "The biggest credit has to be you, my good system." "

He is not wrong, when he travels to the world of the black basket, he will be at most on the same level as Tatsuya Himuro by his own efforts, and he will never reach the same strength as the 'Miracle Generation', let alone above the 'Miracle Generation'.

Ordinary people are always ordinary people... Coming here from reality, it can be said that it is impossible to play the 'Miracle Generation'

The small basket was praised by Song Cheng, flying everywhere in the sky, and it seems to be very happy.

Song Cheng's eyes slowly turned with the figure of the small basket.

It flies to the left, to the right, and sometimes to a difficult glide.

It was too late, and the interaction with the basket didn't take long to end.

(I won't open the system here, it's too much of a word count)

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the next day, Song Cheng was the first to come to the meeting place, and it didn't take long for Kasamatsu, Kohori Hiroshi, Moriyama Yuku, and Nakamura Shinya to arrive one after another.

Say hello to each other....

Kasamatsu glanced at everyone, frowned slightly, and asked, "What about this kid Huang Se?"

"It's late." Hiroshi Kobori said casually.

Waited three or four minutes.

"Don't wait for him, let's go in first?" Moriyama couldn't wait, plus Huang Se was already ten minutes away from the agreed time when he was late.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I met fans on the way. The

time was just right, and Huang Se ran over from a distance in a panic.

"These are all given by fans, so troublesome. After taking a deep breath, Huang Se raised the four things in his hand and shook them in front of Kasamatsu and the others.

It may be a very normal sentence in front of Huang Se, but Kasamatsu and the others feel that Huang Se is starting to babble again...

Kasamatsu smiled evilly, stepped forward, and then kicked Huang Se again.

"I'll hide!" Huang Se was agile, and turned sideways to dodge Kasamatsu's kick.

"Wow, that's so sensitive!" As soon as Kohori Hiroshi said this, Kasamatsu's body turned, and his other whip leg hit Huang Se's ass.

At

the same time, several people in Song Cheng had already walked inside.

After Kasamatsu finished kicking, he glared at Huang Se and followed.

Huang Se rubbed his buttocks, holding four things in his hands and keeping up.

Walking on the road, Huang Se bared his teeth and asked Kasamatsu: "Senior, have you secretly learned 'martial arts'?"

"No, it's natural to get used to it, and if you can't kick it, you will make up for it subconsciously." "

Holy!" Huang Se exclaimed.

A group of people who walked in from another place.

A red-haired guy walks in his pocket, and a blue-haired guy with a husky in it....

"Oh, it's so big!".