When the young man named Jiang Che stopped and turned around, the sun just passed through the sycamore leaves at the entrance of the alley, casting mottled shadows on his angular face. He is very tall, about 1.85 Meters tall. He is still wearing a sweat-stained basketball uniform. The number is the dazzling "No. 0", And the three words "City Sports School" printed on the back have turned a little white.
Jiang Che tugged at his collar, revealing his smooth collarbones. A cynical smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was full of nonchalance: "The main position? Fatty Wang, do you think I am a fool? That coach named Zhao treats me as a gunman. The credit for a win is his, and I take all the blame for a loss. Whoever wants to be blamed for this kind of thing."
