Basketball Legend No. 7

Zhang Jing, a sophomore at Jianglin No. 1 Middle School, is recognized by the whole school as a proud student. On the court, he wears the No. 7 Jersey, and his shot-chasing fast breaks make the audience excited. His last-second pull-up jumpers can make the entire campus burst into cheers. He is the core of the provincial championship and the youngest name on the national youth training list. Even the scouts from the University of China flew to Jianglin just to write his name on the evaluation form. But he never thought that what some people are born with can be taken away overnight. That day has come. My father refused to sign an illegal land approval document and was reported to jail for forging evidence. Immediately afterwards, the national youth team disqualified him, the school banned him from entering the gymnasium, his teammates avoided his eyes and walked around, and his girlfriend said to others in the toilet cubicle, "I have not been familiar with him for a long time." The person who once called him "Brother Jing" forwarded the anonymous post throughout the school. He learned to recognize looks at the end of the corridor—sympathy, contempt, curiosity. There is even more painful neglect. His mother sold her wedding ring and took two one-way tickets and told him: Let's go to country M. He was shooting alone on an abandoned court in the early morning hours in Los Angeles. The crooked backboard, the cracked concrete floor, and the barbed wire fence with two holes—this was the starting point for him to stand up again in M. From a troubled boy who cried alone late at night, to the main force of the high school team of Country M, the MOP of the NCAA, the No. 1 Pick of the NBA, to the five-time dynasty and the Olympic Games, he led the Chinese team to defeat the Dream Team of Country M and win the gold medal.