Meteor flies by

Los Angeles is quiet at four o'clock in the morning, and the thin Chinese student Doug walked through the early morning Jens steps to the hillside next to the Royce Auditorium.

　　After a fight with Darren Collison, he is exhausted.

　　 He lay down on the soft grass on the hillside and looked up at the starry sky that had not yet dispersed.

　　 "I heard that there will be a meteor shower today."

　　 He murmured, but there was no sign of rain in the sky.

　　Doug is a sophomore international student at Anderson School of Business.

He received a full scholarship in his freshman year. For this reason, the school arranged him in a special four-bedroom and one-living dormitory. There are three other full scholarship students living in the room: unfortunately, these three are not Rely on academic performance, but on basketball.

　　 They are ace guard Darren Collison, super center Kevin Love, and the team's No. 3 backup point guard Russell Westbrook.

　　Kevin Love is a nice big white man, low-key, calm, and he doesn't like to boast.

　　 Russell Westbrook is also very simple. Except for his taste in clothes, which makes Doug feel a headache, he meets all the requirements of being a best friend: in fact, even the English name of Doug that is currently widely circulated comes from his handwriting.

　　 However... Darren Collison, the NCAA five-star player, the super core of the school team, he is too arrogant and can't let any roommates in his eyes. Moreover, he always makes the public area of ​​the living room miserable, and often brings different female companions back. His hygiene and living conditions make it intolerable for the hygienic Doug.

　　 Within a year, the two had no less than 20 conflicts.

　　 There were seven or eight physical conflicts.

　　 Every time it is equal. Although Darren Collison is more physically fit, Doug is more agile, and he has also studied martial arts, knowing where to fight the most.

　　 Therefore, the two sides have maintained a situation that no one can kill anyone.

　　 Tonight, a fierce contradiction happened again.

　　 Darren Collison played an elephant-like performance last Sunday, scoring 22 points, 11 assists and 6 rebounds. He won the attention of a large number of NBA scouts and even appeared on the cover of "Slam Dunk" magazine. This made him very excited, constantly comparing his name with LeBron James or OJ Mayo, and declared in the dormitory more than once: wait and see, I will be an NBA player soon, and I will soon become a multi-millionaire. Now, you losers are waiting to sit in front of the TV and watch me walking up to the podium in Madison Garden.

　　 He is always so unobstructed, everyone doesn't like him. Tonight he invited a large number of female students to the dormitory to have a party, making the living room torn up like a garbage dump.

　　 In the manic music, an angry Doug turned around and smeared his condom with hot sauce.

　　 At three in the morning, a scream came from Collison's room.

　　 Then the conflict began, and the two sides fought....

　　……

　　 The wind blew gently across the treetops, and the French plane trees made a rustling sound.

　　 The distant horizon quietly revealed the sun's rays.

　　 Doug lying on the grass thought everything was wonderful.

　　 Although he is a top student in the business school, he is very much like a musician.

He subconsciously hummed: "Coffee on the left bank of the Seine. I have a cup and taste your beauty. A mouth with a lip print. The flower shop rose, whose name is wrong. The confession balloon, the wind blows across the street, A smile is flying in the sky. You said that you are a little hard to chase, and you want me to retreat from the difficulties..."

　　 Recently, some melody and lyrics popped up in Doug's head for some reason.

I don’t know if it was caused by that accident: Three months ago, he was hit on the head by a modified high-chassis Hummer on Beverly Hills Boulevard and fell to the ground. The car drove over him because of the chassis. It is higher and has not been crushed to death. On the contrary, feeling time becomes illusory in the dizziness.

　　 Finally, the beautiful blonde girl woke him up, and Du Ge repeatedly confirmed that she was okay, even though she offered to send Du Ge to the hospital for examination. But Doug hurried to catch a plane to return home, leaving only his business card.

　　 Since then, when Doug watched the news or other information, he would have an illusion every now and then: I seem to have experienced this once.

　　 He has asked many people, including Westbrook.

No one finds it strange. Westbrook even explained it from a psychological point of view: "Listen, Snoopy. This is the phenomenon of instant vision, also known as the sense of vision. It is something that has never been experienced or a scene seems to be at a certain time. A sense of deja vu that I have experienced."

　　"Psychologists also pointed out that people sometimes don’t need real memories at all, and the brain may create a familiar feeling by itself."

It’s hard to believe that Westbrook’s appearance and his ostentatious appearance as a non-mainstream make people believe that he can say such knowledgeable words. Dugge deliberately looked for a book on psychology and confirmed that this is not an isolated case, and finally feels at ease. Come down.

　　 The stars are densely covered, and the night is quiet and beautiful.

　　 "I sing so well, I should go to Berkeley Conservatory."

　　 Du Ge said to himself.

　　 When he was very young, his mother who was born as a singer cultivated his talent in music, and he obtained the tenth level of piano professional certificate when he was eleven years old.

　　 A pair of slender hands made the domestic piano master praise it as a gift from heaven. Doug must be accepted as a closed disciple.

Unfortunately, his father, Mr. Du Kefeng, a well-known real estate developer in Eastern Zhejiang Province, does not want his son to become a classical pianist. He hopes that Duge will study finance and become a financial magnate in the future. He is fed up with being called a local. Big money'humiliation', he hopes his son will be more foreign than those who criticize him. As a result, he sent Dugge to the second-ranked Anderson School of Business for further studies.

　　 To be honest, Doug is a person who takes things easy. Since he was young, he was used to being arranged by his mother to learn piano, dance, martial arts, and violin. He never resisted, and he was able to learn very proficiently in everything.

　　 Regarding his father sending him to Anderson Business School, he actually didn't complain much.

　　 just.

　　 "What shall I do in the future?"

　　 With his eyes looking at the sky, he doubted the future for the first time in his heart.

　　 The stars in the sky, the moon, and even the shadow of the sun on the horizon, the quiet night sky maintains a strange balance, and the thousands of stars do not even flicker.

　　 Can't even God give me the answer?

　　Duge suddenly felt a little frustrated.

　　 At this time, a flash of fire rushed in front of my eyes.

　　 I saw a hot, dazzling fireball falling from the sky.

　　 "Damn! It won't really be a meteor!"

　　Doug is about to get up and flee quickly...Boom!

　　 A scorching warm current hit his body directly, and he was stunned and could no longer move. It was only burned by the scalding inside the body, as if being burned in a high-temperature furnace of one thousand degrees.

　　And what is more painful than burning is that the limbs, bones, flesh, or blood vessels, are madly flowing with a torrent of hot steel.

　　 Am I going to be liquefied by the high temperature?

　　 This is the legendary "Reaper is here"?

　　Duge was so desperate, he couldn't imagine how sad his parents would be when they learned that he was missing.

　　 I don’t know how long it has been.

　　 Russell Westbrook's voice came in his ears: "Snoopy! Where are you? Snoopy!"

　　 I'm not dead yet?

　　 His fading consciousness suddenly woke up, and his consciousness of survival became extremely strong, and he found that the torrent of steel in his body seemed not so hot anymore. I don't know if it is because it melts into the body to automatically cool down, or because my consciousness is close to numbness.

　　 He tried to move his body, but found that he couldn't move at all.

　　 At this moment, Russell Westbrook saw him.

"Hey, I said Snoopy, you did a great job tonight. Now Darren has gone to the hospital, and his **** concubine. Now, we should discuss the next step, you said, we are the first Call his mother, or his fiancée first? Or coach Holland? I can’t wait to replace his starting position in the varsity team."

　　 Russell came over: "Why are you lying here? Aren't you afraid of the flu virus?"

　　 He stretched out his hand and tried to lift Douglas up.

　　Doug blinked his eyes desperately, trying to make him give up.

　　The vast darkness, Westbrook could not see the movements of Du Ge's eyes clearly, he stretched out his hand to hold Du Ge, just about to pull him up with force... Suddenly, a warm current poured in from his palm frantically. At the moment, he felt a warmth inside his body, as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

　　 Following the torrent of steel, poured into Westbrook's body.

　　Dug's body finally regained some consciousness.

　　 About 20 seconds later, the torrent of steel stopped venting, and about 20% passed into Westbrook's body.

　　 Westbrook shook his head, he lifted Douglas up: "Snoopy, did you feel warm and comfortable just now?"

　　Doug shook his head, but his neck creaked: "No."

　　 "I feel that my body is full of energy now, and I want to go to the arena to dunk like crazy right away."

　　 Westbrook got more excited as he talked, and then he ran away...Doug clearly felt that his speed was faster than before.

　　 Westbrook gets more and more excited as he runs, all kinds of changes, all kinds of sprints, all kinds of jumps!

Five minutes later, he ran over with excitement: "Hey, Snoopy, see you? I am faster and stronger than before. I will never be physically bullied by Collison anymore. I just want Hurry up and call that **** **** to the court and let him see my strength."

　　 "More than a year of hard training is finally harvested. Bobby is right. As long as you practice hard every day, you will definitely change from quantity to qualitative change!"

　　 Russell Westbrook was smug and extremely happy.

　　Doug wanted to smile and congratulate him, but found that his smile became extraordinarily rigid.

What exactly is going on?

　　Why did Russell’s physical fitness upgrade completely, but I became a half-man, half-iron steel robot?

　　……

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