My Sister is Very Obsessive

For Xia Xiaoman, such a quarrel scene is simply many times more interesting than a boring ball game.

Of course, for Miss Xia, it would be even more interesting if the two sides could fight.

"Hehe, this is interesting to look at. It's better to fight, it happens to be five-vs-five, and the one who wins the fight will be directly judged to win."

After saying that, she laughed out loud.

I really don't know what to say, and I don't know when she learned this look of fearing that the world will not be in chaos.

"By the way, is there a foul?"

After laughing, Xia Xiaoman suddenly turned his head, looked at me and asked.

I chuckled and shook my head,

"There is no foul. It is because he is too lonely. He can't see his teammates. If he doesn't score, he will make trouble without reason. If I were the referee, I would give a yellow card warning, and I would not listen to the red card and end the game."

Sure enough, in the end, the referee couldn't bear it any longer, and directly showed him a yellow card as a warning.

This guy was already hot, and now he was warned by a yellow card. Not only did he not restrain himself, but he wanted to rush up to fight with the referee, but fortunately he was held back by his teammates.

The ball is in the opponent's hands, so it's the opponent's turn to attack.

Unsurprisingly, the opponent's point guard was the skinny little guy. He moved gracefully and dribbled the ball nimbly, looking like a master.

Even Xia Xiaoman, who was watching the fun, couldn't help but patted my arm and pointed at the opposing player who was holding the ball.

"He dribbles the ball so handsomely, he feels like he has no bones, all kinds of twists and turns."

I smiled lightly and nodded in agreement.

"He should have played streetball for a few years."

"Streetball?" Xia Xiaoman blinked and looked at me blankly.

"It is the abbreviation of street basketball. The general game of street ball is bullfighting, and the rules are less than the regular basketball game rules. In dribbling, it also pays more attention to self and uniqueness, so there are many fancy styles and very dazzling movements. Cool, this is a street culture just like graffiti abroad!"

"Street culture?" Xia Xiaoman tilted his head to think for a while, and then jumped up like a convulsion while making a sound of "dumbling".

"What are you doing?"

I looked at her incomprehensibly and reached out to touch her forehead to see if she was sick.

Xia Xiaoman waved his hand, opened my hand, and looked at me speechlessly,

"Hip-hop, don't you mean street culture? Does street dance count?"

"Probably!"

I smiled softly, if she hadn't said that she was dancing hip-hop, I would have thought she was dancing the gods.

"and also!"

Xia Xiaoman raised his hand excitedly, squeezed his throat and coughed softly, then suddenly said,

"Eat shrimp without peeling the shell!"

"Eat shrimp without peeling the shell?"

I repeated in a low voice with a bewildered face, and then looked at her suddenly,

"You mean b-box!"

"Yeah, that's the one. One person can imitate the whole band with his mouth." Xia Xiaoman nodded vigorously, "Is that also a kind of street culture?"

"I'm not sure about this!"

I scratched my head, crying and laughing, how could I know so much.

"There's more!" Xia Xiaoman directly transformed into a hundred thousand whys and pulled my arm, "It's himan!"

"himan?"

I repeated it again with a blank face, I really don't understand this.

So, facing Xia Xiaoman with a hopeful face, I shook my head with a smile,

"Sorry, I didn't understand!"

"Oh, it's so stupid!" Xia Xiaoman raised his hand and clapped my arm, "It's the bibi that black people like most, keeping up with the rhythm of the music!"

"puff……"

Her explanation was so vivid that I couldn't hold it back for a while, so I almost spit out my drool with laughter.

"You mean hip-hop!"

"Well, is it also street culture?"

I looked at Xia Xiaoman speechlessly, and she looked at me too, blinking her eyes slightly.

I couldn't answer, so I took out my phone, gave her an encyclopedia directly, and then read it according to the encyclopedia,

"Hip-hop, also known as hip-hop, is a fringe culture that originated among African-American and Latino youth in the South Bronx and Harlem of New York City in the 1970s, and then developed into a new art. , and swept the world…”

Probably thinking that I was reading too slowly, Xia Xiaoman grabbed my phone and waved his hand.

"Watch the ball yourself, I can read."

Regarding Xia Xiaoman, I don't know how many times I've been speechless.

Her character is straightforward, no matter what, she is written on her face, and she seldom takes it to her heart.

In fact, this kind of person's mind is very simple, but it is precisely because they are too simple, and sometimes they speak too straight, which is really stinging, and their popular relationship is not very good.

Just like when I came here today, when I am unhappy, I will lose my temper regardless of the object. When my temper subsides, I will continue laughing and joking with you as if nothing happened.

Xia Xiaoman was holding my mobile phone to watch, and I had to turn my attention to the stadium.

The court is obviously carefully designed, with a north-south orientation, and will not have a visual impact on basketball players due to the change of light at sunrise and sunset.

Looking at the two teams coming and going on the field, I yawned a little bored.

There are people in the two teams who are strong and know how to cooperate, like Liu Xiang from our class and two other boys of medium stature, and the big guy on the opposite side also played well.

As for the rest, I can only shake my head.

Although the strength is uneven, but if you can't play with more cooperation and play, it will be worth watching.

However, when I think about our age now, most of them are only children, they have been the center of the family since childhood, and they are used to enjoying everything alone, so that most of them lack the collective spirit and sense of cooperation.

Looking at the skinny point guard on the other side, he just got up and made a jumper from beyond the three-point line, without noticing that their team's center and power forward were already in place.

The formation was about to open, and the point guard was just about to organize the attack, but the point guard threw the ball early.

I believe that the opponent's power forward is very "egg pain" at the moment.

With a bang...the basketball slammed into the hoop, and of course it bounced out, but didn't get in!

"Shh-"

The referee's whistle sounded, and as the basketball landed, the first half came to an end.

Xia Xiaoman, who was playing with my mobile phone, suddenly raised his head and looked at the dispersing stadium.

"It's over?"

I chuckled and shook my head,

"The first half is over, and there is still the second half."

"I thought I could leave!"

Xia Xiaoman said with a dull face, and then lowered his head to play with my phone again.

I frowned, this pot of nonsense seemed really meaningless. I might as well go to the ice cream hut and eat ice cream while listening to Chen Yaonu's babbling.

"Okay, I'll go and tell the squad leader later, this game is really boring to watch."

Saying that, I walked towards Tang Wenxin, who was giving water to the off-court players.