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The court sat between two high-rise buildings.
It was painted in three vivid colors: red, blue, and yellow.
The artists had painted not only the court itself but also the walls on three sides in large blocks of red, blue, and yellow, creating a sense of depth and space.
Stepping onto the court felt like entering Inception.
It gave people a dreamlike feeling.
Even the backboard's glass wasn't the usual transparent color; it was tinted red.
The court was a perfect blend of sports and art.
It was impossible to forget.
There were plenty of creative courts around the world, but this was undoubtedly the most artistic of them all.
Nicole was delighted when she saw the court. She pulled out her professional camera and snapped dozens of photos.
Yi Jianlian and Guo Allen both felt their hands itching to play when they saw it.
"How about we play two-on-two?" Guo Allen suggested to Yi Jianlian.
Yi Jianlian was eager too. Mimicking Guo Allen, he said, "Two-on-two it is."
Then the two of them looked at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi had no objections. He'd brought them here to have some fun.
It was five in the afternoon, and the court was already crowded with people who had come to play or sightsee.
The court was narrow. There was barely enough space between the two buildings for a single court, so there were no stands on either side.
The far end of the court was also a wall, painted in large blocks of red, yellow, and other colors.
Only the end facing the street was enclosed by a wire fence.
Inside the gate in the fence was a small patch of open ground, with room for no more than thirty to fifty people.