Forward to the basket

No matter how turbulent the Duke's heart is right now, the eye contact and verbal communication between Chen Feng and Hammond are definitely sparks flying.

Chen Feng has always been very not ashamed of this old liar's method of bringing the two of them closer, "Damn it, when did you become my teacher?"

"Without me, you think you can handle that Chapyin kid? If you're at the same level as you were two years ago, he'll make you look like an idiot with a simple dribble."

"Even if he can shake me, do you think his speed can avoid my block? Not everyone is as evil as you, like a pervert!"

Chen Feng admitted that if he had been thinking about it on his own in the street, he would have been dizzy by Chapoin's dribbling if he had played that game at the level he had played two years ago.

Especially Chapoin's crotch dribble really dazzled people.

But Chen Feng wouldn't be dazzled by those fake moves, because he was tortured by the old liar in front of him on the court. Compared with Hammond, Chapoin's dribbling was a little less ghostly.

After three or four years in the street basketball courts in the United States, Chen Feng has never seen anyone who can play basketball as superbly as an old liar.

Even though this old guy is 50 or [-] years old, even if he doesn't have a strong body, he can still destroy Chen Feng's nerves with his elusive dribbling and shockingly accurate shooting.

In one-on-one duels, Chen Feng often lost to the old guy's almost monstrous shooting accuracy.

Dare or not, he can throw the ball into the basket unscrupulously from beyond the three-point line, making you feel ashamed.

If you dare to follow him to defend, maybe the next fake move will make you unable to find Bei directly.

This has been the case for the past two years. It was not until two months ago that Chen Feng was able to win a one-on-one duel by relying on his physical advantage. This made him sleepless with excitement.

It was also after that game that the old liar told him that he would leave Texas and return to the steel jungle-like New York Metropolis.

"If you want to become stronger, go to a more powerful place, instead of staying in this lonely star state that you have stepped on."

Survival, dream, although in the two years after his father passed away, Chen Feng has been working hard on how to survive, but he never gave up on the dream of basketball.

Making money and paying off debts may be the most important things in the past two years, but even after a tiring day at work, playing a game of basketball with the old liar is the most relaxing moment for him.

When the basketball is rubbed in his palm, Chen Feng can always make his body excited involuntarily.

If there is any dream that I can't let go of, maybe basketball is the only one in Chen Feng's life now.

It's just that the gap between dreams and reality is a bit too big. He didn't play in the high school league. Don't expect those so-called basketball agents to rush to the streets to find some talents.

And not many people will care how famous you are on the street. For them, only the most intuitive data on paper is the most important.

There are too many people in the United States who know how to play basketball. There may be so-called legends on the basketball courts in every neighborhood, but there are very few people who can really get into the NBA.

Even Alston, who was known as the street emperor in and1, is just a second-rate player after entering the nba.

You know, that guy has also appeared in college leagues, and he is not a pure street bastard.

If so, he also had to learn to adapt to the new rules from scratch in the nba.

So Chen Feng's dream, now it can only be a dream, the reality is always a bit cruel.

The quarrel between Chen Feng and the old liar did not continue, and the Duke dragged away Hammond who was about to continue drinking, as if he had a lot to say.

Chen Feng, who was used to fighting with the old liar every day, could only continue his work of being watched and molested. Shaking the flagon had nothing to do with dreams, but a real life.

"Old friend, [-] dollars a race is actually not low. No one is more familiar with street races in New York than you. I can't drive higher."

The Duke, who walked to the corner of the bar, said to Hammond with a serious expression, this is the truth, and he must have a frank talk with this old friend.

"I know that and1 asked you to contact these wild boys. It's really not low to be able to offer such a price, and I know that you still have a part of the advertising contract, which is very commercial."

Hammond did not evade the Duke's question, as the other party said, he was too familiar with the streets.

Whether it's the rules here or the doorways, he knows everything clearly, and no one can deceive him.

Even though he hadn't been on the streets of New York for four or five years, less than a month after returning was enough time for him to return to his familiar life.

This is his place, old or not, but he will always be the king of the streets of New York.

"Duke, you watched that kid's game, just like what you saw, you can't deny that he has extraordinary talent?"

As Hammond said this, he glanced at the guy who could do tricks with the shaker.

"It is undeniable that such a strong guy is simply a killing machine. It is estimated that no one on the street can withstand him using his muscles to crush the inside line."

Although the Duke only watched Chen Feng's performance for less than 10 minutes, his experience was enough to judge the kid's potential, so he made such a condition to invite Chen Feng to join and1.

"Man, don't you think it's a waste if you really let that kid hang out on the streets? At least I think it's a kind of destruction of talent."

When Hammond said this, there was a hint of pride, perhaps because the bald boy was the beast he had cultivated.

"Joe, is there a better way? I haven't checked his background, he hasn't played in high school leagues, and he hasn't gone to college. He has graduated for a year. Do you still want him to go to NCAA?"

The Duke also knew that if a guy like Chen Feng continued to fight on the streets, there was not much room for improvement.

But now it seems that joining and1 is at least an easy way for him to be known by others, maybe this will open another door for him, maybe someone in nbdl will take a fancy to him.

Or some street team with an agent background would take him in, go gold-plated for a year in college, and then enter the NBA draft, which is both a path that looks promising.

"Joe, if he had been born a year earlier, he might have been able to catch up with the NBA's high school draft, but now that bastard Stein has blocked the way for high school students to enter the NBA, not to mention he hasn't had any official games yet. Statistics, do you think if he goes to the draft, will anyone take him?"

What the Duke said was the truth, and there was nothing to hide between him and his old friend.

"I know what you said, that's why I brought him from Texas to New York, but the streets are not his battlefield, and the group of people fighting him should be more ferocious."

"No one on the street can stop that kid, at least in the interior, no one can withstand his crush."

"Always letting a main battle tank compete with taxis is definitely a huge waste."

After Hammond finished speaking, he patted the Duke on the shoulder, "Old man, the most fascinating thing about New York is its speed of information dissemination. A week is enough for many hunters who smell blood to kill here. You You are the local snake here, so your speed is the fastest, but I guess some people are coming soon, and they may bring more contracts or futures to that kid."

"Do you know YouTube? On that video site that came out last year, someone has already put the kid's game video on it. In a week, it has nearly 30 views. I think there will always be some people who are interested in thinking about this kid's origin. .”

Only then did the Duke realize that the old guy in front of him was just as cunning as he was in the street competition.

youtube?What the hell, what was that? The duke found himself a little out of date. Hammond was just like he was in the joint before, and he always had various ways.

But Hammond might be right in saying that it was a waste to have that bald boy hanging out on the streets.

And when I came here, I didn't want such a piece of raw jade to disappear into the chaos of the street.

You know, this is New York, the most prosperous and chaotic metropolis. There have been countless stars on the street basketball courts, but not many of them survived.

Just like the old bastards like Hammond, they all end up on drugs. It's like this on the street. You never know what's going to happen in the next second.

The Duke didn't want such a vigorous guy to fail one day, so although and1's touring performance team wasn't the best choice, it would still allow Chen Feng to have a regular income.

It's better than mixing in the streets and wine, these places are always mixed with unknown days.

After drinking the glass of whiskey in front of him, the Duke felt the spiciness that stimulated his taste buds, "Joe, if that kid doesn't find a better place to go, I will always keep this two-year contract for him, at least that one The income is always much better than here."

"Just like you said, maybe the street shouldn't be that kid's battlefield, he should have a bigger stage."

Although Hammond didn't answer the Duke, he nodded, with a little more warmth in his eyes.

Although this obscene looking fat man is just an old ruffian on the streets of New York, when the Duke treats his friends, he is always sincere.

But Hammond was just thanking this old friend for his kindness, and he didn't think Chen Feng's name would be signed on that contract.

Who is that bald boy?That was a direct disciple trained by the great "Destroyer".

How could that boy who was as ferocious as a beast be trapped in the street to dawdle.

(There is nothing in the fourth day, I have already exploded crazy, but there is still a big gap with the comrades in front, I am rolling all over the floor for support!)