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The Golden Age of Basketball

An epic journey of a basketball player's life... "Writing stories is like shooting hoops; you keep scoring and missing, then continue, relentlessly, until you leave the court." The distant and fervent world of basketball across the sea became the stage on which the young men released their energy and let their imaginations soar during the monotony and uncertainty of adolescence. He hopes that children who love playing basketball can have real basketball to play...

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Chapter 64: People from Different Camps

Mark Pray patted Manute Bol and said, "No need to say sorry, getting schooled by this guy is nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, like I told you, you should say 'my fault,' not 'my bad.'"

Bol sat on the bench, eyes fixed on the court, watching Gan Guoyang continue to bounce around energetically.

Bol's stamina and offensive and defensive abilities could only support him for about 20 minutes of play; any longer and he couldn't keep up.

After all, he had started playing basketball quite late and had mastered the basic skills in a very short time.

His English skills were even more rudimentary than his basketball skills, though. Despite Pray correcting his grammar on more than one occasion, Bol would still say "my bad" when he didn't perform well.

Because 'bad' is much simpler and easier to pronounce than 'fault' or 'mistake.'

Surprisingly, at first everyone either laughed at his grammatical mistake or tried to correct him.