The sky did not rain as Lin Yimao thought, but it cleared up completely not long after.

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"The poorer the place, the stronger the music atmosphere." Outside the dilapidated slum area, Claire took Lin Yimao to visit the street market.

The houses here are generally low, dilapidated and dense.

Unlike other markets where almost everything is sold, the market outside the slums has the word "poor" prominently displayed.

Some of them sell common fruits such as oranges and some handmade small items. Meat is rarely seen. There are a few stalls selling fried locusts and scorpions, but Lin Yimao doesn't dare to try them.

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It's around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and there aren't many pedestrians on the road.

Even so, the vendors still took the trouble to shout in their own way.

That's singing.

"For Africa, which has relatively few entertainment resources, singing is a good way to pass the time. They use singing to express how good the things they sell are."

"Especially in the past, they would use singing and dancing to inspire or hypnotize themselves. On the African savannah next door, more African people used singing and dancing to pray for God to bring them food or rain."

"It's even said to be used to express one's own emotions."

Claire continued to provide Lin Yimao with some knowledge that Lin Yimao knew or didn't know.

Lin Yimao nodded while observing the surrounding situation.

In Africa, the poorer the place, the less likely you are to stay. Because the security here is very chaotic, and the police rarely come to control these places.

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The two people who didn't go deep and didn't bring bodyguards naturally wouldn't choose to take risks.

This is not to say how Africans are, but in Africa, which is often in a state of war, a small number of defeated and vicious dogs will choose to hide in slums.

They don't care whether you are a white man or a cosmonaut, plundering is their only way to vent and survive.

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"If you want to ensure your own safety in Africa, it is best to hire some mercenaries."

"It shouldn't be used in the city, right?"

"That's not necessary..."

Walking out of the slums, we entered modern society, with tall buildings and people coming and going.

There is only a thin line between the poor and the rich, as if there is an invisible barrier that separates these two "completely different" people.

What's funny is that this place is not at the very edge of the city, but somewhere close to the city center.

If you want to say that South Africa is bad, it has the strength to create a World Cup on its own, and can even spend huge sums of money to build luxurious football stadiums. If you want to say that it is good, it can't even do the most basic poverty alleviation work...

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"How's it going? What do you think?" Claire asked in the car.

"In a word." Lin Yimao looked at the prosperous scene outside the window and said in Chinese: "Drought will kill you, and waterlogging will kill you."

"wt?" Claire was puzzled.

"Anyway, I just don't feel anything." Lin Yimao said calmly: "You're not going to just take me around the streets and alleys of this city, are you?"

"What if? The music atmosphere in these places is quite strong?" Claire replied.

"well."

Lin Yimao sighed softly: "Do you think I am the kind of person who doesn't know African music?"

"What I need most now is not to find inspiration from other people's songs, but to confirm the theme."

"Theme?" Claire was puzzled.

Lin Yimao looked at her with disdain: "Nonsense, you don't even know what you are going to write, and you are still creating shit!"

She was stunned: "What should we do?"

"Take me to a place where there is a ball game..." Lin Yimao rubbed his eyebrows.

"Wherever there is a ball game..."

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Half an hour later.

Lin Yimao looked at a group of two "football teams" on the beach, ranging in age from ten to twenty years old. They were not all together, playing back and forth. It was even possible that they were not mutually exclusive.

A stranger you met!

Well, beach football is also football. Even if the number of people is not equal, it is still a ball game. Didn’t you see that there are a few buddies nearby acting as cheerleaders and cheering!

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Claire did not take him to the place with the football field, but instead came to the beach where the bonfire party was held last night.

After finding a clean place, the two of them sat down and watched this exciting football match.

Not to mention, there were many tourists around who stopped to watch. For some countries that don’t pay much attention to football, such a scene is quite rare.

Although the average age is still young, they still play very well. Apart from the lack of referees and standard jerseys, their footwork is quite stylish.

It was just that every team on both sides was shirtless, so Lin Yimao couldn't tell who was from which side.

Among young people playing football, there are not only black people, but also white people and Asians.

They were having a great time copying words from various dialects that Lin Yimao couldn't understand.

Looking at the scene now, it seems that the team on the right is attacking.

Because the venue cannot be compared with a regular football field, even if they have standing positions, it will seem a little crowded, but they also have a tacit understanding not to rush forward when they see the ball.

At least not by turning a good football match into a rugby match.

A thin white boy on the right holds the ball with his feet. Although he is relatively thin, he has connected with two people with his exquisite footwork and good explosive power.

What he was facing now was the opponent's last line of defense.

A tall black man with muscles as strong as a cheetah.

Break through him and the boy will get a chance to shoot.

Compared to him, the attacking white boys were like little chickens.

"Hey, boy, come on. Let me see your strength!" The black man showed his white teeth.

He has been observing this child for a long time. His body is flexible and quick, and his footwork is quite good.

But he is also very confident in his own strength.

The people around watched the stalemate between the two who performed best in the game. They did not choose to step forward. Instead, they stopped to rest and watch the confrontation between the two.

The thin white boy gritted his teeth and kept making fake movements with his feet. He was still a little nervous when he saw it.

Keeping making fake moves will not only fail to get him out of his current predicament, but will create opportunities for the other party.

The black man was not in a hurry, but he did not relax his vigilance. He lowered his body center of gravity to prevent the thin boy from breaking through from his left or right at any time.

The white boy did not find any chance with the black man, but his movements became more and more anxious.

Lin Yimao also vaguely sensed something was wrong. Although the boy's movements were very fancy, he never had a chance to break through. If this continued, it would be a matter of time before the ball was stolen.

However, to everyone's surprise, the white boy seemed to have finally lost his patience and wanted to stop his fake moves and force a breakthrough to the left.

However, as soon as the fake movement stopped, the football was cut off by the black man's swift kick and was picked up behind the white boy.

The white boy also fell face down on the beach because his center of gravity was unstable. Even though there was a beach below, his fall was not light this time.

The black man wanted to continue dribbling the ball forward, but found that the white boy suddenly fell behind him.

He stopped the ball, then walked towards the white boy and stretched out his big hand.

The white boy was stunned for a moment, then handed over his hand, and with the help of the black man, he climbed up from the beach.

After standing up, he did not say thank you, but instead gave the black man a provocative look. This provocative look was not disgusting at all, but simply meant to challenge him.

The black man showed his big white teeth, accepted his challenge, turned around and picked the ball and started the counterattack.

The white boy patted the dust on his body, and without hesitation, he opened his legs and chased the black man!

Go forward bravely and catch up!

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To be continued...