In the urban jungle made of reinforced concrete, the wooden floor of the basketball hall always gives off a special echo late at night. That was the sound of Luha's sneakers rubbing against the ground. This young man who was covered in oil in the auto repair shop during the day turned into a ghost on the court at night - he could shuttle like a loach under the attack of three people and send the ball into the basket at incredible angles, but he always refused any invitation from any club.
No one knew why this mixed-race man with Indian ancestry stayed away from professional leagues until sports reporter Kona broke into his world with a camera. This girl who always wears a high ponytail is like a popping candy that never tires. She can not only chase the coach after the game to inquire about the details, but also dare to stop Luha directly on the street court: "Your cross-step breakthrough is three times more sharp than that of the league stars. Isn't it fun to hide here and waste your talent?"
Their intersection began with a heavy rain. In order to save the soaked basketball, Luha bumped into Kona in the rain. The muddy ball hit her newly bought interview book, and the blurred ink marks looked like an abstract tactical diagram. When Kona discovered that this taciturn golfer always secretly gave bread to the children wandering around the court after playing, she suddenly understood the gentleness hidden under the sharp playing style.
When City League posters were plastered all over the subway passages, Luha's dusty past was unexpectedly revealed - a flagrant foul three years ago seriously injured a teammate, leaving him with a heavy shackles on his back. Kona's camera not only recorded his last three seconds of the semi-final, but also captured him practicing his apology alone in front of the empty court late at night. Fire.
