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Chapter 57 Let You See What Real Talent Is

The game starts now.

Florida Gators starting lineup: center: Max Blake, power forward: Kevin Jon, small forward: Jeremaine Nasr, shooting guard: Pom Baker, point guard: Michael DeWeese.

Kentucky Wildcats starting lineup: center: Hal Bird, power forward: Jacqueline Blair, small forward: Jamal Mashburn, shooting guard: Earl Wirth, point guard: Sam Mason.

Mashburn seemed to have forgotten the momentary terror he felt when he saw Dewes before the game, staring at the players on the opposite half of the court. "I'm a star who wants to enter the NBA. Today, I'll let you take a good look at what talent is." Mashburn smiled, showing his white teeth.

Max was very competitive and won the jump ball with the opposite center, and Davis drove the ball forward.

Sam Mason wanted to interfere with DeWeese, and after halftime, he forced him directly towards DeWeese.

How could Davis give him such an opportunity? A simple bad luck has passed Mason's interference.

"This dribble is so fast." Mason didn't expect to be swayed by him so easily. He only felt a figure flash in front of him, and Davis had already dribbled from the other side of him.

"The protagonist of today's game is called Jamal Mashburn!" Mashburn directly defended.

Instead of one-on-one with Mashburn, DeWeese passed the ball to Nasr.

Because Mashburn made up for it, Nasr is now unguarded. Nasr received the ball and rushed directly to the inside.

After entering the three-second zone, Nasr took three steps directly.

"Is this going to end the offense? Don't think about it, try my hot pot." Hal Bird on the inside has already stood up, ready to give Nasr an unforgettable lesson when he lays up or dunks.

After Nasr jumped up, Bird jumped up too.

"Where's the ball?" Bird was surprised to find that the basketball in Nasr's hand disappeared at some point.

At this time, behind Bird, "哐!" The sound of raging the basket came over.

After Bird landed and looked back, Max was hanging on the basket and did a pull-up.

"Beautiful pass! Nasr!" Max clapped hands with Nasr after he got down, and the two ran to the frontcourt together.

Mashburn was put together by Davis. In his understanding, couldn't the boss of the team give up this one-on-one opportunity?

"Coward! Don't you dare face me?" Mashburn said in DeWeese's ear as he ran back with him.

DeWeese smiled and didn't respond to Mashburn's trash-talking provocation.

Just after halftime, he stopped suddenly, turned and stared at Mason who was holding the ball.

Seeing Davis staring at him, Mason suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously dribbled the ball and continued to advance, thinking in his mind: "As long as you pass the ball to Jamal quickly, your mission is over."

As soon as he was distracted, he felt that his hands were suddenly empty.

Shocked, he looked behind him and saw a Florida player wearing a blue No. 1 jersey rushing towards his own half with the ball at high speed. As soon as he entered the three-second zone, he jumped up high and made a gliding dunk!
Who else is it not Davis?

There was a burst of amazement among the fans, and the Florida fans who came from afar cheered wildly.

"Hey! Focus!" Mashburn looked at Mason dissatisfied.

Mason lowered his head, not daring to speak.

After serving the ball in the backcourt, Mason continued to walk forward with the ball, and he saw Davis waiting for him just past the center line.

Mason is also a seasoned point guard, and the University of Kentucky is also a traditional strong team. Those who can play the main force of the varsity team in this school are naturally not ordinary people, but for some reason, Mason feels a little flustered when he sees DeWeese's eyes.

Mason suddenly saw Marshburn next to him.

"Hey, Jamal, catch the ball!" Mason yelled at Mashburn, wanting to throw the ball (pot) directly to Mashburn.

Mashburn looked towards Mason, seeing that Mason was about to give him the ball, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"do not want!"

Mason had already passed the ball, and a figure flashed between the two.

"Damn it!" Mashburn ran to the backcourt, "Damn Davis, this time I must make you look good!"

After getting to the three-point line, Mash could have caught up with Dewes.

"Try my chasing hat!" Mashburn waited for the opportunity of Davis to take off, and he had already run to the position almost parallel to Davis.

However, after taking a big step into the free throw line, DeWeese jumped up directly.

"???????" Mashburn looked at Davis flying in the air in astonishment, his mind went blank.

The fans on the sidelines were also boiling.

"Is he flying?"

"Jump so high!"

Less than 1 minute into the game, DeWeese made two steals and scored 4 points in a row, and the score came to 6-0 in an instant.
Mashburn didn't dare to be careless this time, and took the ball from the backcourt.

Davis did not press this time, but waited quietly in the backcourt.

After Mashburn took the ball across the half, he passed the ball to the defender and went to make a tactical move himself.

However, after Mason received the ball, he was immediately pressed by Davis with high intensity, but his movements were still very standard, and there was no suspicion of fouling at all.

Mason has never encountered such a difficult opponent, he had no choice but to close the ball and watch his teammates' running positions, and prepared to pass the ball.

In the end, he passed the ball back to Mashburn with difficulty, and Mashburn didn't care about any tactics, and he was ready to play singles after receiving the ball.

Suddenly, two Florida State players surrounded Mashburn.

In addition to Nasr, Baker also double-teamed up.

Baker remembered what Davis said before he went on the court: "Baker, when Mashburn gets the ball, go up and double-team him when you have the opportunity. Don't worry, I will make up for you if you miss."

"Damn it!" Mash didn't understand. It was obviously less than a month, how could this team suddenly become so difficult as if all the players had changed.

Coach Mark frowned when he saw Baker suddenly going up to double-team Mashburn, but after he carefully observed the positions of the players on both sides, especially Davis's position, his brows relaxed again.

"This way! Jamal!" yelled a teammate on the inside, and it was Hal Bird, who stuck Max behind him and opened his hand to Mashburn for the ball.

Mashburn put the ball in Bird's hands, and the Wildcats finally started a seemingly normal offense.

Bird bumped Max twice, turned around and shot with a small hook.

"Crack!" A pair of big hands pressed Bird's layup firmly on the backboard.

"Is this the real talent?" Coach Mark looked at Davis, who completely dominated both offense and defense, and smiled happily.

　In the morning, I look after my children at home. . . .So after the update is over, the second is more likely to post it later, or it may be posted after dinner.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)