"Then what?"

“And then to the NBA.”

"Do you think a goal can be scored just like that?"

"Yes, I said you can come in."

Zhao Yun was amused. "Do you think that the NBA is owned by your family and you can let anyone in if you want?"

Pei Ziheng did not comment, "Don't think about anything now, don't worry about anything, just concentrate on honing your own skills. If there is a club that wants to sign you, you can join if the conditions are right, otherwise just wait."

"How long do we have to wait?"

Zhao Yun kicked a stone pillar on the side of the road from time to time, imagining it as the evil coach William. His mood improved as he saw the round stone pillar covered with footprints.

Then he heard Pei Ziheng say: "Wait for me to invest in an NBA team for you."

Zhao Yun turned his head blankly, "Damn, you are not trying to fool me, are you?"

Pei Ziheng: "I am your living father, do I still need to coax you?"

Zhao Yun licked his lips that were dry from being too excited, his eyes shining, "If you really want to invest in a team for me, you can be my dad!"

"Get lost, I don't want a son as stupid as you."

Although Pei Ziheng despised Zhao Yun's idea that he was just a father, he promised solemnly: "I will definitely let you enter the NBA, but the prerequisite is that you have to have the ability to play in the NBA. I promote you to the position because I hope you can win glory for the country, not make a fool of yourself."

Zhao Yun nodded heavily, "Even if I risk my life, I will defeat these foreign devils and let them see the strength of the Chinese!"

Pei Ziheng curled his lips in satisfaction, "Keep going."

After sending Zhao Yun back to the basketball academy, Shen Mingzhu also took the brother and sister back to London.

…

"Madam Zhuang, Heng and Xu are fighting in the yard!"

Zhuang's mother was packing her things. When she heard Kona's news, she hurriedly put down what she was doing and went to the yard.

Compared to the reason why the two children fought, she was more worried that her son would hurt Pei Ziheng.

Zhuang Xu is several years older than Pei Ziheng and a head taller than him. No matter how you look at it, Pei Ziheng is the one being bullied.

As a result, as soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw her son lying face down on the grass with Pei Ziheng holding him down with one hand.

It's as easy as pressing down a chicken that keeps flapping and losing its feathers.

Pei Tang on the side shouted: "Brother, stop hitting me. You can't kill me like this."

Zhuang's mother staggered.

After pausing for two seconds, she turned around and went home.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen couldn't beat a boy of thirteen. She didn't want such a shameful son anymore.

Although Zhuang's mother did not show up, Pei Ziheng still stopped while he was ahead.

Zhuang Xu turned over and lay flat on the lawn, staring at Pei Ziheng with red eyes: "You lied to me!"

"Yes, that's right."

Pei Ziheng’s frankness almost pissed Zhuang Xu off to death.

"waste."

Zhuang Xu widened his eyes in disbelief: "What did you just say?"

Pei Ziheng lowered his eyes and glared at him, emphasizing each word: "I said you are a waste."

Zhuang Xu was so angry that he stood up and was about to fight, but Pei Ziheng kicked him back to the lawn with a light kick.

Having been cheated and unable to defeat the other party, Zhuang Xu simply sat on the ground and started wiping his tears.

"You still have the nerve to sit here and cry, aren't you ashamed?"

"None of your business, get out of here!"

Zhuang Xu grabbed a handful of lawn dirt and threw it hard at Pei Ziheng, but the wind was against him and the dirt was blown all over his head and face.

The embarrassing and funny scene made Pei Tang and Aisha burst into laughter.

Zhuang Xu was so ashamed and angry that his face turned red.

After the little girls left, he walked up to Zhuang Xu.

"Your sister is the eldest daughter-in-law of the third branch of the Ning family, your brother-in-law is the heir of the third branch of the Ning family, and your nephew is the future heir of the third branch of the Ning family. Even if the banker's family collapses, you will still be at the top of the upper class circle, with a background, resources and connections that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve."

"But you chose to degenerate and let yourself rot in the mud. With your character, even if nothing happened to your father, it would not change the fate of the banker if it was handed over to you in the future."

"Your great grandfather was a brick kiln worker. He built up a huge business by laying bricks one by one. Now you are not even as good as a mud brick in your great grandfather's hand."

Zhuang Xu was furious and said, "Shut up! Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to speak nonsense here?"

"If it weren't for the fact that your sister and my mother are close friends, I wouldn't bother to care whether you live or die."

After saying that, he turned around and went home without even looking at the other person.

A gust of wind blew and a light rain began to fall.

Zhuang Xu lay sprawled on the grass, letting the rain hit his face and body. His hot and salty tears mixed with the cold rain flowed into the soil.

In fact, Pei Ziheng was right, he was a waste, he could not do anything, he was not even as good as a piece of clay.

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…

When Shen Mingzhu returned home in the evening, she learned that her son had beaten Zhuang Xu, and she immediately brought people to apologize.

Zhuang's mother didn't care, but Zhuang Xu fell ill.

After being beaten and caught in the rain, he developed a high fever when he returned home.

Fortunately, the young man had a strong resistance, and after the injection and a good sleep, the fever went away, but he felt listless.

Shen Mingzhu personally cooked some nutritious porridge and sent it to the banker as a token of compensation and apology.

Pei Ziheng should bear at least half the responsibility for Zhuang Xusheng's illness.

Zhuang's mother carried the porridge and prepared to take it upstairs to her son. As soon as she reached the stairs, she saw Zhuang Xu's thin figure walking down the stairs.

"Xiao Xu, you came down just in time. I have some freshly cooked yam porridge. Have some."

In order to avoid her son's resistance, Zhuang's mother did not dare to say that the porridge was sent by Shen Mingzhu.

Zhuang Xu nodded, walked to the dining table and sat down.

Facing the bowl of porridge that Zhuang's mother placed in front of him, he lowered his head and started eating without saying a word.

Halfway through his meal, he suddenly looked up and said to his mother in a hoarse voice, "Mom, I want to continue going to school."

Mrs. Zhuang was stunned at first, then she showed surprise, her voice trembling with excitement: "Okay, I'll ask Xiaolou to arrange it right away."

After a pause, he asked Zhuang Xu if he had any school he liked.

The attitude is cautious.

Ever since the incident at home, my son has given up on himself. He didn't even take the college entrance examination and refused to apply to schools in London.

She had already prepared herself mentally for her son to be ruined, but she didn't expect that after his illness, her son would actually be willing to study. It was truly a blessing in disguise.

"London University."

"Okay, okay, I'll go find Lou Hua and ask him to make the arrangements."

A cold rain completely woke him up, and the word "waste" aroused his fighting spirit.

He will take back everything the dealer has lost! …

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, summer vacation is coming to an end, and Pei Ziheng and Pei Tang are about to prepare to go home.

Before returning to the country, Shen Mingzhu held a lawn BBQ for the brother and sister as a practice for them.

In addition to the Zhuang family mother and son, Pei Tang also invited Aisha and Kona.

Elsa and Kona called up a few of their good friends, and seven or eight little girls who looked like dolls sat together, chattering loudly.

Although the girls were noisy, they were very polite. Every time Shen Mingzhu brought grilled food to the table, they would say thank you loudly.

As the sky darkened, a cold and elegant woman appeared in an inconspicuous corner like a ghost.

It was Olya.

She stared at the lively scene in the villa yard with a sneer on her face, and after a dozen seconds, she put on her sunglasses and turned away. (End of this chapter)