"Ling, you are very gentle... But I can't feel your feelings for me." The same words and the same tone were spoken by different people.
There is a constant smile on my lips, it's because you don't understand me.
You keep saying you love me, but you don't realize that my gentleness is always a mask to disguise your true self.
What do you see in me?
Looks? Family background? Score? Or is it my false gentleness?
You say that basketball has robbed me of my love, but you have not seriously understood that for me, basketball gives me a moment of freedom and relaxation.
No one understands my tenderness. My mood is not to tolerate you, but to watch with my heart who can break my hypocritical mask.
Forget it, when you said the same words, I knew it was over and no one would understand.
Maybe my gentleness is cold.
Only when facing basketball can we truly smile.
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Came to a strange yet familiar world.
Basketball --- this is the highest honor pursued by this world.
In this world, maybe someone will understand me, right?
＜Slam Dunk＞——The comic book world in which I know the plot and dialogue very well, is the destiny going to change?
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Yan's other article - "Really loves not coldly (School Alice)"
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