A brilliant basketball journey, a dazzling spectacle.

Chapter 86 of *Computer Weekly*

Lin Feng walked over.

Liu Jian's father handed him an envelope.

"your."

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then took it and opened it.

Inside was a remittance slip.

The payment for this article was sent by Computer Weekly, 120 yuan.

He looked at it again and again, confirming that it was correct.

Liu Jian's father smiled and said, "Not bad, your first royalty payment."

Lin Feng nodded.

He carefully kept the remittance slip.

Then he sat down and began writing the second article.

Title: How to Localize Windows Software

I finished writing around dinnertime.

He packed his things and prepared to go home.

Liu Jian's father called him over.

"Kobayashi, when will your boyfriend be able to log out?"

Lin Feng said, "About one or two weeks later."

Liu Jian's father nodded.

"When you receive any news, I'll keep it for you."

Lin Feng thanked him and went downstairs.

When he got home, he showed the remittance slip to Cheng Yuxin.

Cheng Yuxin's eyes lit up when she saw it.

"One hundred and twenty yuan? You wrote that?"

Lin Feng nodded.

Cheng Yuxin looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Lin Feng, just how many things do you actually know?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

Cheng Yuxin didn't press the matter further.

She returned the remittance slip to him.

"Keep it safe. Don't lose it."

Lin Feng nodded.

That night, he lay in bed, thinking about the events of the past few days.

Basketball. Uncle Sun is teaching defense, and Zhou Jianguo is practicing with him. The strength training is starting to show results; his shooting accuracy has improved a bit.

Computer. Thirteen PKZIP copies sold, earning thirty-nine. Manuscript fee one hundred and twenty. GG hasn't logged out yet.

Cheng Yuxin. She said she would make him a nutritious meal. She smiled so happily.

He rolled over.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window.

Then he remembered something.

Zhao Lei.

He plays shooting guard for the teachers' college team and is a good shooter.

He didn't know how strong Zhao Lei was.

But he knew he had to win.

It wasn't because of Cheng Yuxin.

It's because of him.

43 years.

He wanted to win once.

He closed his eyes.

We'll continue practicing tomorrow.

Chapter 21 The Identity of the Mysterious Master

Lin Feng woke up again at four o'clock in the morning on Sunday.

He tiptoed out of bed, changed his clothes, grabbed the ball, and went out.

The street was still dark, but the streetlights were on.

When I got to the court, Zhou Jianguo was already there.

Throw—swish.

Throw—swish.

Throw—swish.

Lin Feng walked to the other side and began practicing.

Zhou Jianguo came over after practicing until 5:30.

He stood next to Lin Feng, watching him throw.

After watching for a while, he spoke.

"You've made great progress."

Lin Feng stopped and looked at him.

Zhou Jianguo asked, "How long have you been practicing?"

Lin Feng said, "A little over a week."

Zhou Jianguo remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he said, "You are the fastest improving person I have ever seen."

Lin Feng didn't speak.

Zhou Jianguo looked at him.

"You have talent."

Lin Feng said, "I just want to fight."

Zhou Jianguo nodded.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"I used to be on the provincial youth team."

Lin Feng looked at him.

Zhou Jianguo said, "I got injured later and had to retire."

Lin Feng asked, "What injury?"

Zhou Jianguo patted his right knee.

"The cruciate ligament is torn."

Lin Feng remained silent.

Zhou Jianguo smiled, but it was a bitter smile.

"He was only nineteen years old then. He had only been in the youth team for a year when he was ruined."

He looked at the basketball hoop in the distance.

"After retiring, I returned to Beichuan and became a teacher at a sports school, teaching children to play basketball."

Lin Feng looked at him.

Zhou Jianguo withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin Feng.

"Practice hard. Don't end up like me."

Lin Feng nodded.

Zhou Jianguo turned and left.

Lin Feng stood there, watching his figure disappear into the morning mist.

Then he continued to throw.

After school on Monday, Lin Feng went to the post office.

He sent out the second article.

Then he went to the New World computer room.

The fat man saw him and waved.

"Lin Feng, you've sold eight more tickets."

He took out twenty-four yuan.

Lin Feng took it and put it in his pocket.

The fat man pointed to the GG next to the counter.

"This thing is useful. Several people asked about it after seeing GG's post."