This striker is a bit of a monster

Chapter 13

Indeed, if it weren't for Misha's writing on the Moonlight Newspaper, making her character a mysterious and inspirational oriental boy, even if Zhou Lin has achieved good results, he should not have fallen into such entangled troubles .

What kind of girl do you like?
Seeing Misha staring at him like this, Zhou Lin was suddenly at a loss. Fortunately, Coach Jim's timely speech interrupted this slightly sensitive and embarrassing question.

"Boys."

Coach Jim stood up and said, "In half an hour, we will face Orton High School. Before this year, they were the strongest team in Fairfax County."

"Mr. Coach, don't worry, we can handle them." Blair was full of ambition.

"Yeah, we have the best player in Fairfax County, Zhou."

"But I heard that Orton High School doesn't seem to be that easy to deal with."

As a reporter for the school newspaper, Misha is quite sensitive to some information.

"Yes."

Coach Jim said: "They are different from the teams we have encountered before. This is a team that is almost obsessed with winning. Therefore, their coach is an out-and-out bastard. In the next game In very important games, you must stay calm."

The so-called almost perverted obsession with victory is a beautified statement.

Strictly speaking, this is a dirty team.

The previous Orton High School has been complained several times for using some dirty tricks in the game many times, as well as off-the-ball tricks that have nothing to do with basketball.

However, Coach Jim believes that they will not restrain themselves, and even surpass them in this live TV game.

Therefore, there will be an early warning.

The arena of Orton High School is still relatively new, and it can accommodate about 7000 people to watch. The facilities are much better than those in Flint Hills. It is not surprising that the TV broadcast is in this place.

Looking at the cameras, at least five or six thousand spectators, and the Orton High School cheerleaders.

It's almost the same as a professional game.

Zhou Lin deeply felt the basketball atmosphere in the United States, which is really good.

Not only Zhou Lin, but also his teammates felt a little tense atmosphere.

It is worth mentioning that the five starters at Orton High School were all white players.

"Hey, Eric, I didn't expect to meet you again. Your grades this year seem to be good."

A white player in an Orton High school white jersey came over, as if to say hello to Eric.

"But you don't seem to have made much progress. Do you remember last year? For you, that must be a bad memory. I still remember how many hot pots you suffered like a clown, five? Or six, I I don't remember very clearly, I only remember your pitiful appearance."

Mason's face suddenly became ugly, and he retorted: "Lyles, we are no longer the same as last year."

"I heard that your team has a good player. Is it the yellow kid? It's so sad that you put your hopes on that kind of person. Oh, by the way, Eric, you don't seem to grow taller, but But I grew two inches taller, how many hot pot blocks are I going to get?"

"Lyles, are you provoking me?"

"I'm just reminding you."

"Enough, Lyles."

Blair rushed over and blocked the two of them.

"Oh, you're the fat guy from last year, sorry, I don't remember the substitute's name."

Lyles shook his head and said with a smile.

"Eric, ignore him."

Blair was pretty cool.

He knew very well that this was the first out-of-the-box move from Orton High.

"Listen, Eric, he did it on purpose, to provoke you on purpose, and you have to remember, we are completely different from last year."

Zhou Lin also stepped forward to comfort him.

In last year's game, although Zhou Lin did not play, he also witnessed that the opponent's tall white point guard Lyles scored about [-] points on Eric's head, and blocked Eric's scoring. Three points, and personally gave Eric Mason five blocks.

Eric Mason was only six feet, and Lyles was at least six feet four.

"I know."

Mason looked at Lyles with angry eyes, and Zhou Lin was a little worried.

Mason is a very spiritual point guard, but the biggest problem is psychological.

Once he loses his mind, it will be difficult for Mason to perform as he should.

However, what Zhou Lin was worried about happened at the beginning of the game.

After the Brown Scorpions won the first wave of ball possession, Eric fell into a singles state, staggered to break through, and made an extremely ugly last shot, which was actually a three-point shot.

"Are you so afraid of my defense?"

Zhou Lin heard Lyles provoke Mason again.

"Wait and see."

Mason said holding his breath.

"Eric, don't worry." Blair reminded.

Zhou Lin shook his head inwardly. The current Eric Mason couldn't listen to anything his teammates had to say.

"Seeing that I'm going to pass you with my right hand, you have to keep up."

Lyles crossed left and right like teasing a puppy.

The next second, Lyles made a disguise, took a step to the right, and made a fake pull back. Eric bit too tightly.

It was actually broken by the opponent's wrong body.

A throw, easily scored.

"I've already told you that I'm going to go in from the right, but you still can't guard against it." Lyles spread his hands provocatively and spouted trash.

"Eric, don't be influenced by him."

"He was trying to piss you off on purpose."

Everyone in Flint Hills could tell that Lyles did it on purpose, hoping that Eric Mason would lose his mind.

But knowing that it was a trap, the young and energetic Eric still got into it without hesitation.

Another strong attack!
Eric thought he had gotten rid of Lyles, but the next moment Lyles appeared from behind him.

With a snap, he slapped his basketball directly on the backboard. Lyles also took the backboard and was about to launch a counterattack, but Eric grabbed him.

"It feels good, Eric. It seems that you can only stop me with fouls. I haven't seen you for a year. It seems that you haven't improved at all."

"What did you say!"

Eric slammed towards Lyles all at once.

Drip!

The referee whistled again.

And he gave a technical foul gesture very quickly, and Coach Jim also took the initiative to call a timeout in less than 1 minute of the opening.

"You are like a bull that sees the red cloth."

Lyles continued to speak provocatively, and when he returned to the bench, he applauded his teammates excitedly, shouting loudly, as I said, he is an idiot.

And the audience also formed the first climax among the two offenses and defenses.

"Eric, you should calm down." Zhou Lin reminded.

"Who do you think you are?" Mason looked at Zhou Lin and sprayed directly: "Do you think you are really the boss of this team?"

Zhou Lin shook his head helplessly and did not confront Mason.

Black players are indeed better in athletic talent, but IQ and golf quotient are indeed inferior to white players. If someone digs such a big hole for you, you really jump into it!
(End of this chapter)