Super ball king of NBA

Chapter 1 Crossing
"Su, the coach is calling for you. Come up!"

Su Feng's shoulder pushed him vigorously for a while, and suddenly staggered, Su Feng agreed with a word vaguely!

"oops?"

"Where is this?"

Su Feng was a little dizzy, and his brain felt a little overwhelmed, and his eyes were not fully opened.

Are you dreaming?

The cheers around him told him that it was an unusually lively place.

The flash of "click" has been on.This is the sound of taking pictures.

The light was too bright, and Su Feng, who was a little bit blind, dared not open his eyes.

Su Feng felt that his mind was blurry now, he didn't know what happened at all, and he somewhat forgot the voice that spoke to him just now.

"Go up."

The white-skinned man next to him patted Su Feng on the shoulder again.

"Damn it, don't hit so hard."

Su Feng felt that he was slapped by a huge palm, and he cried out in pain.

At this time, Su Feng slowly opened his eyes.

The place is very bright and well lit.It's like an indoor basketball court.

Looking at the floor, the wooden floor is polished and smooth.It seems that it can be used as a mirror.The quality of the floor is better than that of the gym near my home.Looks like there's a game on the field right now.

Fuck.There are so many spectators in this stadium.However, Su Feng still felt that the surrounding area was still a bit noisy, which made people feel that the ears were buzzing.

Seeing such a real scene in front of him, Su Feng felt that he should not be in a dream!
When Su Feng was pondering the difference between the floor under his feet and his hometown, the white man next to him seemed a little worried, and pulled Su Feng up from his seat with his hand.

"Don't use too much force." Su Feng's body could not help being pulled up by him.

As soon as he came up, he was pushed to the side of the court by the white men.

"It's your turn. Go! Whether you can stay or not depends on your performance, kid. Now is an opportunity, there is only one attack left in the first half!" the white man whispered to Su Feng.

Su Feng was still in a state of confusion.He didn't understand what the white guy meant?But it looks like he's going to play.

Su Feng thought to himself, why are all the black men on the field so tall?
Su Feng's eyes, which were originally a little confused, were still a little relaxed.He couldn't concentrate a little bit, and couldn't see the appearance of the opposing player.Su Feng could only see the outline.

However, their jerseys are very familiar to themselves.They are all black.How can I beat them when I have just reached 1.8 meters.Su Feng knew his level.Playing wild ball is a little expert, but these blacks obviously don't look like wild ball players.

Before Su Feng figured out what was going on, someone continued to push him, and he went directly to the arena.

The cheers of the audience remained unchanged.

Su Feng gritted his teeth in his heart, just hit it, and after a few rounds, he told them that he wanted to go on.

Just when standing still, the whistle remembered.

Well, very professional.There are also three special referees.The referee's clothes are professional, with white stripes, as are the trousers.

Su Feng looked down at his jersey, which was retro blue with the number 8.The more he looked at that jersey, the more familiar it became.However, his mind was still a little confused.He still doesn't know what happened.

Well, it looks like he's the point guard in this game.Su Feng was a little surprised.A teammate standing on the sidelines served him the ball.This teammate is very familiar.But he just couldn't remember, once Su Feng got the ball, shit, why did my hand get bigger and the ball get smaller?

Thinking of various things, Su Feng stumbled.His feet seemed to grow longer.He also forgot that he was still in the game.He slapped the ball a few times with his hands and feet, and took two steps with the ball.

"Beep!" The whistle beeped.

The referee blows the whistle quickly.

Su Feng continued to turn his head to look at the referee in confusion.He saw two arms rolling up and down, and then his single finger was like Su Feng.After a series of joint actions are over.Su Feng understood instantly.Walking with the ball?Blow me to walk with the ball? .

The audience in the club "hush".

"Damn, what the hell have you done?"

The white man in a suit and glasses yelled at Su Feng.

Just now, the white man's face suddenly turned black.It was not easy to give this Chinese a chance to express himself.This was his chance to attack in the last 10 seconds of the first half, but it was self-defeating.

At this time, the white man also wondered if he was too anxious and pushed him out without getting him ready in advance.But in the blink of an eye, in this cruel place, if he didn't prepare, then he would have no room for performance in the game.

"It's just a careless person who just dribbled the ball for a walk? Is there a need for something like this?"

Su Feng murmured in his heart, even if it's not playing wild ball, you don't have to be so serious.How many seconds did I come up?Won't you give me time to get used to it?
The players on the opposite side are all wearing yellow jerseys.

This time, Su Feng got used to it a bit, and his hands and feet began to coordinate.

His eyes still had some astigmatism, so Su Feng couldn't quite see the appearance of the opponent's players.

Looking vaguely at the shape and height of the other person's body, it still feels very familiar.

Seeing the number 24 in the yellow jersey dribble over, Su Feng also adjusted, don't think so much, and focus on defending.

This yellow No. 34 bald head is very capable.He's adept at dribbling.Bald doesn't look like an amateur at all.

Everything Su Feng saw was so familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was?How is the situation now.

Su Feng's body keeps moving backwards, returning to the arc three-point line, and adopts a defensive posture, with his feet slowly spreading, his hands constantly swinging slightly, trying to intercept the ball at any time, a very amateur defensive posture, intended to disrupt The opponent's dribbling rhythm.

On the other hand, No. 34 seemed to be taken aback for a while looking at his actions, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth, with an expression of indifference.

Seeing No. 34's indifferent attitude, Su Feng felt very angry.

You should know that Su Feng is known as a "master interceptor" in the community basketball court in his hometown.

Generally speaking, bad dribblers would not dare to dribble in front of their eyes. Su Feng's arm stretching is not fun.

"Cut him off!" Su Feng thought in his heart, his hands became more disturbed.

The bald black man with number 34 in the yellow jersey didn't care about Su Feng's small movements.He patted the ball with his left hand and signaled his teammates to pull back with his right hand.

"Damn, you really want to be one-on-one?"

Su Feng saw the opponent's teammates leave decisively, and a vacuum was formed in the middle, one-on-one.

It's hilarious that Su Feng is a tough defensive player on the community court.He never backs down when it comes to one-on-ones.