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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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51. Down-to-earth

Gan Guoyang never expected that Knight, this crooked-nosed big fellow, actually had a dream of owning a funeral home.

Calvin Natt said that, like most little boys, he loved cars when he was young.

However, while most boys liked fire engines, police cars, and ambulances, Natt was different—he liked hearses.

"Other kids would chase after police cars and fire engines, but I would chase hearses to see which family they were going to," Natt said.

Natt's father was a Baptist minister, and he would often attend funerals at church with his father.

He liked to observe funerals, watching as the departed bid farewell to the living in a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

He always liked to sit on the outside where he could touch the coffin; he liked touching coffins.

After becoming a professional player, other players liked to go to bars, clubs, nightclubs, or golf courses after the game.