My Manor

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Boys in high school always have second thoughts. Of course, everyone has experienced those moments.

At this age, most boys have only three things to do: study, attract girls' attention, and prepare for college entrance exams.

Of course, for some athletes, studying is secondary. As long as they play well, there will always be colleges that want them, so attracting girls' attention becomes the most important thing.

This boy named John is no different. His family also has some money. His father works in the operations department of the Celtics. Although he's not wealthy, he lives a worry-free life.

For this reason, he got a lot of Celtics tickets and trained with the team. Of course, the so-called "training" is just acting as a caddy, but sometimes the assistant coaches and stars give them some guidance.

It's precisely because of this environment that he's grown up with some understanding of the private lives of the wealthy.

He doesn't have good feelings toward people who play around with girls.

When he first learned that Jiang Hai was a manor owner, he was only slightly concerned about him. But when he learned from Diliya that Jiang Hai's manor was worth hundreds of millions of US dollars, his attitude turned a little hostile.

The reason for this was also related to Diliya's attitude toward Jiang Hai. In his opinion, there's no such thing as pure friendship between men and women. Right now, Diliya might not dislike Jiang Hai, but maybe one day they'll hold hands. After all, Jiang Hai isn't old, but he's much more mature than them. He lives alone and is very rich, which is an irresistible attraction for a little girl like Diliya. There are countless similar plots in American dramas.

As for Jiang Hai, a rich man, John has few ways of dealing with him. So he focuses his attention on Diliya. If Diliya's position is firm enough, Jiang Hai—the fly—won't stand a chance.

Originally, he came just to send Diliya away, but when he saw Jiang Hai's clothes, he realized that Jiang Hai wasn't here to watch the game. Looking at Jiang Hai's height—over 1.8 meters, nearly 1.9 meters—he didn't seem too tall and looked weak. Someone like him shouldn't be able to play basketball.

Especially after Jiang Hai hesitated and said he wasn't here to watch the game, John became even more certain.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. He wanted to show Diliya that he was better than Jiang Hai, so he took the initiative to invite Jiang Hai to play basketball. As he spoke, he retreated to the court.

"Hey, I'm not here..." Hearing John's words, Jiang Hai wasn't stupid and immediately understood that John wanted to humiliate him on the basketball court. But Jiang Hai didn't feel like playing this childish game with a kid, so he was ready to refuse. However, John didn't give him a chance.

"Hey, everyone, quiet down! Although I'm not from Winthrop, I know that there's a big landowner here, a big landowner with a net worth of over 100 million. Today, our richest young man from Winthrop is here with us. What do you think? Should we let him come up and show us his skills?" Before Jiang Hai could respond, John started shouting.

When they heard his roar, the lively scene suddenly became quiet.

Many people turned toward the entrance, and Jiang Hai, wearing a winter coat, appeared before them.

"Is it really him..." "The owner of Green Forest?" When they saw Jiang Hai, most people had a flash of confusion in their eyes. Though Jiang Hai was a rich man, he wasn't very noticeable. There were only a handful of people in the town who knew him. The most popular thing Jiang Hai had done since arriving was to beat up Faraday and send them to prison.

This was definitely not a good thing in Winthrop, so people didn't have a very good first impression of him, but they remained neutral. They knew he was a rich Chinese, but no one knew much about him. Most of these people were seeing Jiang Hai for the first time.

"Damn!" Seeing the looks of these people, Jiang Hai couldn't help but curse in Chinese. Is this guy crazy?

I didn't provoke him, so why is he so jealous of me?

Jiang Hai wasn't interested in this high school love triangle. He wasn't a teenager anymore—he was 27 and had been married once. He had no interest in some jealous high school kid nearly ten years younger than him.

But that didn't mean he'd just let this slide.

It's like an adult walking on the street, seeing a naughty kid doing something mischievous. If it wasn't directed at him, he'd laugh, scold the kid, and walk away. But if the naughty kid comes over and slaps him, he can't let it go. If he doesn't teach the kid a lesson, how will he live in this neighborhood?

"You can play basketball, but I don't have any sneakers!" Jiang Hai said indifferently, shrugging at John.

"We can lend you some." Hearing Jiang Hai's comment, John thought he was just making excuses, so he offered.

"Okay, size nine and a half shoes." Since John was determined to make him look bad, Jiang Hai didn't care. Whether he could beat him or not was a different matter, but if he left now, he'd be looked down upon.

"Let's see how it goes. My physical condition is great now. Although I haven't played basketball in a while, I shouldn't do too badly," Jiang Hai muttered to himself as he walked over to the sidelines.

In China, shoe sizes follow the UK system, but Europe and the US have their own systems.

Jiang Hai usually wears size 45 shoes, which is size 9.5 in the US.

By the time Jiang Hai walked to the bench, John had already brought over a pair of Nike Hyperdunks.

The shoes were old, looking like they belonged to a fan or a substitute from either team.

Jiang Hai didn't care. He casually changed shoes, took off his outer jacket, leaving only his hoodie, and then walked onto the court. He casually took a basketball from John and started dribbling.

But unfortunately, since he became stronger, Jiang Hai hadn't played basketball yet. As soon as he dribbled the ball, he realized his ball-handling skills were almost zero. After a few dribbles, the ball bounced off his foot and rolled away.

"Hahahaha!" Everyone on the court, who had been watching him, couldn't help but laugh. Jiang Hai didn't mind. He picked up the ball again and began dribbling slowly.

At this point, the three-on-three game stopped, and everyone started paying attention to Jiang Hai.

The man named Avery Bradley shook his head as he watched Jiang Hai's clumsy dribbling. Even some elementary school students could dribble better than Jiang Hai. Avery had come here today at John's request, though he wasn't in the best mood after his big brother, Rajon Rondo, had been traded. He felt a little down.

So he thought it would be a good way to relax by coming here and watching high school students get beaten. Now, seeing a rich man about to get humiliated, Avery found it interesting. He signaled to the others that he wouldn't play for now, and he sat on the bench, watching the situation unfold.

After about five minutes of practice, Jiang Hai felt a little more accustomed to the ball. However, because his body had become so strong, he still couldn't dribble easily. His consciousness couldn't keep up with his body.

It was like a computer with 128 GB of memory, but its operating system (Windows XP) can only recognize 3.2 GB. The rest is wasted. Jiang Hai was in this state. After five minutes, he finally managed to dribble without hitting his feet, but it still felt very uncomfortable.

"Are you ready?" At that moment, John walked over with a smile on his face.

"Okay, I'm getting used to it," Jiang Hai nodded, still feeling embarrassed that he was making John wait.

"Then you go first!" John laughed and gestured for Jiang Hai to go ahead.

Jiang Hai didn't care and dribbled the ball to the three-point line. After passing the ball to John, he received it back. This was called "washing the ball," the most basic move in a one-on-one duel. Even though Jiang Hai's body couldn't keep up with his skills, he still understood the basic rules of basketball. Holding the ball, Jiang Hai began to dribble, but as soon as he did, John pressed forward aggressively.

Looking at his aggressive stealing style, if it was before, Jiang Hai might have had no trouble protecting the ball, but now, when he tried to protect the ball, his body reacted but the ball didn't come over. With a slight touch from John's fingertips, the basketball slipped out of Jiang Hai's control and into John's hands.