The journey starts from the Titanic

After dinner, Zhang Bang hurried back. I don't know if it was Zhang Luo's Olympic delegation or whether he was going to take over as the ambassador to France.

Situ Nan said that he could do it. Soon after Zhang Bang first left, he sent a telegram to Situ Meideng, asking Zhang Bang to take over as ambassador to France two months later.

Coming out of the room, Situ Nan picked up the phone and dialed the US delegation to his hotel.

"Hey! Douglas, you bastard! I came to Paris." Situ Nan said politely.

"Damn, you guy, you brought me to Paris, and now I finally think of me." A mad voice on the other end of the phone cursed.

"Ha! Come and play! It's best to bring your American cowboys over and let us teach the French to play basketball." Situ Nan smiled, "I'm waiting for you at the University of Paris." After speaking, he hung up the phone with a snap. .

"Go!" Situ Nan patted Dai Chuanxin on the shoulder, and ran out with excitement.

"Where to go?" Dai Chuanxin asked.

"University of Paris. I have an appointment with an American cowboy, I will introduce you to you later." Situ Nan smiled.Dai Chuanxin was once abused by Situ Nan's bodyguards aboard the William. He is no stranger to basketball. I don't know if several years have passed. Has his skills improved?

By the way, he now seems to be the captain of the South China Football Team. What if he is on the field and he sees the football with his hands?

Situ Nan looked at Dai Chuanxin with some worry.

"What?" Dai Chuanxin couldn't help asking when seeing Situ Nan's strange expression.

"Do you usually play football with your hands?"

"sometimes!"

"Why did they send you to be the captain? Don't get confused when you are in the real game. I will be there to cheer you on."

Situ Nan's words made Dai Chuanxin a little confused. He looked at Situ Nan blankly, but Situ Nan closed, leaned in the carriage, and ignored him.

He didn't realize it until he saw the open basketball court when he got out of the car.

"I am a goalkeeper!" Dai Chuanxin said suddenly.

"Goalkeeper?" Situ Nan smiled in surprise.Looking at Dai Chuanxin, who was back and forth, nodded.

"Whether it's the basket or the door frame, what I like the most is to rack other people's rackets." Dai Chuanxin smiled triumphantly.Whether in the special forces or military academy, he is an annoying role on the court.

"Good! Have you seen that tall foreigner? You will let him go and give me a hot pot!" Seeing MacArthur coming over, Situ Nan whispered to Dai Chuanxin.

"Good!" Dai Chuanxin clenched his fists secretly, intending to look good to the proud pipe man.

"It's great to see you in Paris. William." MacArthur appeared in front of Situ Nan with his corn pipe in his mouth, and stretched out his right hand slightly, proud and elegant.

I have to say that as the most shining star in the US military, Douglas MacArthur has a proud capital.

"I'm not interested in the rough right hand of a soldier!" Situ Nan slapped MacArthur's hand away, punched him in front of his chest, and then took out a cigar like a trick and inserted it into MacArthur's pipe to light it.

"The taste of Cuban tobacco is really intoxicating." Situ Nan enjoys.

"My pipe is also Cuban." MacArthur said defiantly.

The two looked at each other for a while and immediately laughed.They are all proud people. Situ Nan has a good view of MacArthur. He regards him as a friend. MacArthur also thinks that Situ Nan is interesting, unlike those merchant gentlemen, who don't like style.

The delegation’s resident was relatively close to the stadium. After receiving the call, MacArthur came out.

"This is Douglas MacArthur, the head of the U.S. Olympic delegation, and this is the captain of the South China delegation's football team, Dai Chuanxin." Situ Nan introduced.

"soldier?"

He glanced at Dai Chuanxin next to Situ Nan. MacArthur was accustomed to the Chinese fellow who appeared next to Situ Nan.

"Yes, sir." Dai Chuanxin replied in slightly blunt English.Secretly surprised, it turns out that Situ Nan’s friend is not someone else, but Douglas MacArthur, the 23rd brigade commander of the US military stationed in the Philippines.

Dai Chuanxin learned about this rising star in the US military.

The South China Army and the US Army have held two military exchanges, and MacArthur is promising. Therefore, to the promising officers in the South China Army, the name MacArthur is no stranger to them.

"Hello! Nice boy!" MacArthur looked at Dai Chuanxin, who was almost the same height as himself. Among the Chinese he knew, there were few people with such a tall stature, and the strong and neat military temperament on the opponent was just right. He has an appetite.

"Hello! Mr. Dai." MacArthur couldn't help stretching out his right hand.Ever since, the two big hands were tightly clasped together. Judging from the secretly clenched teeth, it seemed that their hands were suffering tremendous pain. Situ Nan smiled secretly, bent down, tightened his shoelaces, and gracefully boarded the boat. A full set of basketball equipment.

"Let's go! I hope the American team will not let me down!" Situ Nan smiled confidently. Not far away, He Yongyuan was leading his basketball players over, and on one side of the court, a team of tall white American boys were also warming up. .

"Douglas, shall we take a gamble? How about five goals for you?" Situ Nan smiled.

"No. I hope you can laugh so happily later!" MacArthur looked away, took his pipe back and ordered the American cowboys.

He would turn his head and smile at Dai Chuanxin slightly.He already knew that the young Chinese man should be an officer trained by Nanhua, and Dai Chuanxin's firm will and looming murderousness left a deep impression on MacArthur.After all, he also came from the dead in the European battlefield.

Of course, a hundred years later, it is impossible for all blacks on the American basketball team to appear in this era.On Situ Nan's side, except for a black bodyguard, the rest are all yellow.

Situ Nan's players included point guard Shu Hong, small forward (three-pointer) Shen Siliang, power forward Dai Chuanxin, and center Yao Ming (Yao Daniu).Situ Nan himself has naturally taken on the role of shooting guard, which is a more handsome role.

"...Shu Hong, you have to give full play to your organizational skills, other people actively run, pay attention to cooperation, I will pay attention to pass the ball to you, Shen Siliang shot them to death with your three-pointers. Also, don't let them inside Do whatever you want and mainly grab rebounds."

Situ Nan took a special look at Yao Ming and Dai Chuanxin. With these two big guys present, they wouldn't lose too much to those Americans physically.

"I see it, people always say that we are sick men in East Asia. The time for you to prove yourself is the time for you to prove yourself." Situ Nan shouted.

"Sure victory!"

"Sure victory!"...

In the opening game, Situ Nan was like a tiger, shooting and shooting consecutively, scoring 7 points in a row, giving MacArthur and the others a good start.

"Douglas, do you want to go down and get the cigarette back up!" Situ Nan looked at him with some irony when he passed by MacArthur.

In my heart, he was secretly admiring, although MacArthur has become a middle-aged uncle, his long military career has made him much healthier than others.

After a few laps, I didn't breathe much.

"Damn bastard, cheer me up and kick them in the ass! If you lose, you all swim back to the United States." MacArthur shouted to his players.

After being scolded by him, the U.S. team had to cheer up and try to eat milk. They are all professional basketball players. How could they lose to the South China team who didn't know where they came from.

In this unofficial match, the two sides gradually fought real fire. After successfully provoking the anger of the American team, Situ Nan began to relax and put more energy to cooperate with his teammates.Suddenly, Situ Nan's breakthrough goal, Shen Siliang's three-pointer, Yao Ming's inside singles, scored points again and again, has maintained the lead over the United States.

The strong bodies and solid basic skills of the American players gradually manifested themselves. Under the command of MacArthur, they functioned as closely as an army and gradually caught up to the score.

"Good shot! Good job!" Situ Nan gave Dai Chuanxin a thumbs up. MacArthur's almost successful shot was jumped up by the sudden appearance of Dai Chuanxin, and slapped him out of the field.

"Shit!" MacArthur cursed, waving his fist in the air, watching the standing in front of him with an angry smile, and said that the somewhat treacherous Dai Chuanxin was this guy who undermined his hope of tying the score.

"you do this delibrately?"

"Soldiers don't tire of deceit!" Dai Chuanxin shrugged and walked off the field-halftime is over.