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Chapter 2

"Comparison?"

Before anyone could speak, Qin Fei took the initiative to explain the purpose of his visit. His white teeth gleamed, and he looked extra confident and friendly.

The black boys looked at each other.

"Which country?"

"Whatever, we don't care." The leading black boy looked at Qin Fei with great interest.

Qin Fei is about 1.9 meters tall, and his figure is a bit thin. The pair of Jordan VIII on his feet looks quite professional, and the price is not cheap, which made several people jealous and labeled Qin Fei a "rich man".

"How to compare?"

"Whatever, your territory is up to you." Qin Fei returned the ball to the black guy, and respected them by the way, which made Qin Fei much more pleasing to their eyes, at least more pleasing to the eye than the short, chubby white man next to him.

"One-on-one, right? Ten dollars a ball, the first five balls wins."

"So expensive?" Kenny was shocked by the ten dollars at first, but later felt that it was wrong. Why did he come here to compete?And to gamble?Shouldn't we go home and take a nice bath, eat watermelon and watch TV?

What made Kenny even more puzzled was that Qin Fei agreed immediately.

"Okay, let's do it!"

Several black guys who were in three-on-three also noticed the movement outside the barbed wire. The leading black guy pushed open the barbed wire gate and walked in first. Qin Fei followed behind him, but Kenny's legs were trembling. Before he could think about it, he was pushed into the basketball court by a few pairs of big hands.

"Peng!"

The barbed wire door of the basketball court was closed, and the basketball whizzed towards it, and was grabbed by the black guy with one hand.

He is about 1.8 meters [-] tall, and his figure is much stronger than Qin Fei. When he has a basketball in his hand, his eyes are different.

There is only one frame at halftime, so three-on-three was of course forced to stop.

Qin Fei put down his schoolbag, twisted his neck, and pressed his legs seriously, like an old man to soothe his muscles and bones, which made the other black boys laugh maliciously.

The leading black boy also felt that the Chinese high school student was here to seek abuse.

Maybe Qin Fei is a bit taller than him, but in his eyes, Qin Fei is too thin and not well-known. He has never heard of any Chinese who is good at playing basketball. In this area, he is the strongest.

But this person's attitude is not bad, and it belongs to the door-to-door business. He has made up his mind, and he can just win him a hundred or two hundred dollars in a while, but this white short and fat man looks very rich
He cast a glance, and the little fat man suddenly felt a chill in his buttocks, and hid behind Qin Fei.

"Are you better or not!" The leader didn't speak, and someone beside him couldn't hold back anymore, and his tone was already very impatient.

After Qin Fei finished the last movement, he took off his sports jacket, revealing a T-shirt with Tom and Jerry printed on it, and said calmly.

"Back off!"

Black guy:?
Fatty Kenny: ?

"I'm going to start pretending!" He had just finished thinking about this sentence, when a line of small blue words appeared under his eyes, and this ordinary street one-on-one competition rated at F level officially started.

Although the F-level competition is rubbish, it is still an official competition recognized by this ghost system, and most importantly, there are rewards for winning.

Qin Fei not only wants to win, but also wins beautifully and convincingly.

He touched his waist subconsciously.

As Qin Fei walked onto the basketball court, more than a dozen black boys began to cry and howl. Head-to-head is the most exciting thing. The overlord of this basketball court is [Rhythm], and the foreign Chinese boys will single out [Rhythm] as soon as they come, and set a prize of ten dollars for a goal, which is so interesting!

In the boring and monotonous life, condiments came suddenly.

"Go home and eat, this is not the place for you!"

All kinds of surface trash talk flooded in, not really hostile, but the moment he stepped onto the basketball court, he was destined to be the opponent on this basketball court, and they always greeted opponents like this, treating them equally.

The rhythm is the young man who is singled out with Qin Fei. After Qin Fei took the ball, he squeezed it twice in his hand, and then quickly slapped it on the ground.

"Clap!"

With just two shots, he showed good dribbling skills.

The rhythm is not surprising. Since the opponent dares to challenge one-on-one, saying that he can't play basketball is the biggest joke.

"Come?"

"Come!"

Qin Fei returned the ball to Rhythm, and the two confronted each other outside the three-point line.

There are many types of American heads-ups, and street heads-ups have relatively fewer rules, but basic basketball rules such as four-step layups and double dribbles must be followed.

Rhythm got the basketball, his eyes changed instantly, and he bent down, his back slightly raised.

Qin Fei lowered his center of gravity and spread his arms out.

"Grass!"

"So long!"

All the black boys in the audience cursed secretly.

Qin Fei's arms seemed a bit long, and he couldn't tell how long they were when he was standing there, but when he opened them up, he looked like an eagle, and felt that he instantly covered the entire space of the ball holder.

Everyone present except Fatty Kenny likes to play basketball, and they immediately saw the mystery.

"It's shoulder width."

The two have never played against each other, and Qin Fei doesn't know whether Rhythm prefers to go left or right, but seeing Rhythm's three-threat ball-holding posture, he subconsciously thinks Rhythm likes to go to the right.

A gust of wind suddenly blew outside the court, and the painter's fluttering hair was rolled up. She took off the rubber band on her wrist and tied it into a high ponytail, which did not affect the creation.

At this point, the rhythm starts!

The shoulders shook violently and exaggeratedly, he broke through to the right, stepped out with his right foot at the same time, and dribbled the ball with a very large range.

The range of the dribble is very large, but the range of the right foot is not as large as Qin Fei imagined.
Fake action!
Sure enough, the next moment, Rhythm quickly slapped the basketball on the ground, changed direction in front of his body to break through to the left, and stepped out with his left foot awkwardly.

This breakthrough is not in line with common sense.

Players know that the cross step is far away. For example, when breaking to the left, the right foot must be taken first, so that not only can the first step occupy a favorable position, but the left foot that is taken in the second step is also very large.

Rhythm is an action, a bit like walking.

But here is the street, who cares?
Qin Fei didn't think too much. His center of gravity was higher than the rhythm, and his speed was not as fast as the opponent. Although he judged the right direction of defense, he seemed to be unable to keep up with the opponent.

But there is a problem with street basketball players. Even if they pass people, they have to pull the ball back if they are not beautiful enough.

Just like now, the tempo is obviously past Qin Fei, but he pulls the ball back and pauses handsomely on the spot.

Qin Fei was overjoyed. He adjusted his focus and defended again, without the slightest sense of frustration that he had already been through.

"Ok?"

interesting.
It can be seen from the rhythm that Qin Fei defends very hard, but his defensive ability can only be said to be average. He doesn't even need to use all his strength, and he feels that he can pass him again.

So he began to dribble the ball continuously under the crotch, and his movements became fancy.

"Hahaha, beat him a hundred times!"

The boys on the court cheered in unison. They liked the scene so much. There is nothing like playing tricks on the opponent to make the game of basketball show its charm.

Kenny covered his face. Although he doesn't play basketball, he can understand some situations, which is really embarrassing.

Don't be embarrassed!
Pass me a hundred times if you have the ability!

Qin Fei thought to himself, if he had been passed a hundred times, then he should be able to unlock new poses, right?
(End of this chapter)