Buddha's light illuminates NBA

Chapter 94 Testimonials on the shelf: Lao Han needs a wave of irrational support from you

This time it is really going to be on the shelves.

Put aside the little embarrassment before.

A long time has passed since the last book on the shelf.

So far, I forgot how to code for a while.

So far, about a month or two before the start of this book, I never thought that I would write a book about basketball.

At that time, I was actually preparing a novel about rebirth and life, and then ran aground.

This is accidental.

On May 5, the Warriors lost the game, ending the 22-2020 season tour.

Empty.

In the following month or so, many things happened in the NBA postgame. Basically, Lao Han only paid attention to the postgame results, the postgame situation, and the postgame news.

Finally I heard that the Bucks won the championship.

A lost year.

Inexplicable year.

In the past two years, too many things happened. For a while, Lao Han, like everyone else, stayed at home and could not go anywhere.

Later, when I was able to come out, I was still wearing a mask. To be honest, I felt uncomfortable, let alone go to exercise.

Recently, it's not very stable. In the provincial capital of my hometown, there is waterlogging, plague and tuberculosis.

My hometown of Zhoukou, a county under its jurisdiction, has become a city of water. There, there is my first love when I was in school. I hope it will be well.

I look at the fellow villagers every day to see that they are safe and sound, and hope that they will always be safe and sound.

The above seems to be the experience of every Chinese in the past two years.

The relationship with this book does not seem to be too big.

Lao Han wrote this because he wanted to say that working in this environment, and then writing books and codes, really gave me an excuse not to be nervous and uneasy because of foreign objects.

Also, I hope everything is fine and the motherland is safe.

……

Back to the book.

Back to basketball.

I came into contact with basketball itself in elementary school.

At that time, it was a small playground in the countryside. After the summer vacation, the playground would be covered with weeds, and then the weeds taller than a person would be cleared away, and we would shoot worn-out basketballs, wearing cloth shoes and sneakers, and our classmates would act as referees and scorekeepers, throwing basketballs into baskets without nets.

When, when, when!
Then very happy.

Later, in high school, there were two 10-minute long breaks every day, and a 45-minute break in the afternoon. I played half court, or occasionally played the whole court with the boys in the next class, ran frantically, grabbed rebounds, shot, sweated all over, and then returned to the classroom to do various papers.

Brush, brush, brush!
Then very happy.

Later, later?
on, university.

Going to college is a relatively strange feeling.At that time, I started watching basketball. At first it was because of the Olympics, then Linsanity, and then it was the Warriors.

I also participated in some amateur games in the school as a substitute, drew posters for college basketball games with my roommate, listened to my roommate talk about Kobe, watched him draw Kobe's silhouette, and watched him imitate Kobe's beautiful backward jumper...

Boom, boom, boom!
Then very happy.

Then, go to work.

The time is gradually filled with day and night drawing and overtime work, introversion has become the truth of life, basketball has become a decorative piece lying in the corner, and it has gradually fallen into dust.

So if you can watch a replay of a game at night, it is the only sport.

If that counts as exercise.

la la la!
So disturbed, until today.

So it was an accident to write about basketball, but my original intention also stemmed from my love for holding, dribbling, playing and dribbling.

Check the information, go back to the past, and look at the youthful appearance of the thirty-year-old men today, and they have the joy of doing academic research when they were in school.

But happy, very lonely happiness at first.

Fortunately, at the beginning, there are some readers, some recommendations, and some rewards, and there is a cute host \(////)\!

Up to now, although the collection is not more than [-], it is more than [-].

Therefore, this happiness has some sense of substance.

As for the texture, we will see tomorrow.

So when I got here, it was about to be put on the shelves, so I cried and cried miserably, complaining about my difficulties.

Unfortunately, in the past week, sudden project attacks, business trips, staying up late to change the map, made me a little embarrassed, and was hollowed out.

difficult.

Second, Xiaomengxin hasn't written a book for a long time, and her brain and hand speed can't keep up. Every day after work, she runs home, typing and updating with a pale face.

difficult.

The third misery, collection and other data, it is quite miserable at first glance.

difficult.

awful!awful!awful!
Disaster!Disaster!Disaster!
So, friends, please support such a miserable and difficult Lao Han!
Support the new book!

The following is guaranteed.

On the day of its release, Laohan will explode.

The number is temporarily unknown and will not be less.

After all, everyone knows how exciting it is to be a tentacle monster once or twice.

The kind of tentacle monster every day, let's not mention him.

In addition, if there is a reward, it will be added reasonably according to the usual situation.

It's very reasonable.

The current collection of 6600, according to sports conventions, there will be 600 collections.

Haha.

If it is higher, for every 100 more charges, one more change will be added!
This item is unlimited!
Haha!

Finally, I would like to ask all the judges again to support Lao Han's new book! !

grateful! ! !

(End of this chapter)