stadium ambition

Chapter 6 Confronting the NBA Level
As soon as the man in the turban finished speaking, the crowd of onlookers exclaimed.

Few people understood how powerful Su Yang's technical moves were in that ball just now.

But when it comes to Kobe, anyone who knows basketball basically knows, and Kobe is the representative of high school players.

In an instant, Su Yang became awesome in the eyes of many people, and several men whistled to say hello.

Su Yang happily ran towards the center line, still thinking about it in his heart, it felt like holding his girlfriend's little hand for the first time.

Mr. Zhao ran up quickly, and said with a smile: "Brother Su, join our alliance. Let's prove that yellow people can play guards together. I will help you get into the best university. I am also a figure in Southern California..."

Su Yang tilted his head and glanced, thinking: "This person is really capable, and he makes promises at every turn."

Seeing that Su Yang didn't gnaw, Mr. Zhao said again: "Since you are interested, let's talk in detail later."

Su Yang laughed, actually playing tricks, really think he doesn't know how to refuse?

Before thinking too much, Gabe Pruitt of the black team brought the ball to the top of the arc, bowed and patted to observe, as if thinking about countermeasures.

A moment later, Gabe waved at Mr. Zhao, clearly intending to set up a wall for cover.

"Want to force me?" Su Yang followed Mr. Zhao to the top of the arc, recalling that when many teams represented by the Cavaliers played against the Warriors, the ball handler specifically asked Curry's defenders to play pick-and-rolls in order to maximize the use of Curry. Defensive shortcomings.

"Since this is the case, then change from passive to active, and hope that Hu Hao can react."

After making up his mind, Su Yang exerted all his strength to speed up, rushed to the top of the arc half a step ahead, and reached out to grab the basketball like lightning.

Hu Hao was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and joined forces with Su Yang to press down, and the tacit understanding value soared.

Suddenly being flanked by two people, Gabe had to pull the ball back, but Mr. Zhao didn't turn around in time to attack the basket, and he didn't open the space with an outside shot. The black team's first attack attempt failed, and the explosive head hurriedly went up to the rack Wall cover.

Da Zhuang followed and ran out. After a simple delay, he quickly turned around to block the inward cut route of the explosive head, while Hu Hao squeezed through the human wall and tried his best to catch up with Jia Bu who moved to the right.

There was not much time left in the attack, Gabe's breakthrough was blocked, he dribbled the ball out of the three-point line, and waved his hand to signal to pull away.

This action is obviously to single out.

Hu Hao immediately turned sideways to block the right, Gabe took advantage of the situation to break through to the left, Da Zhuang and Fatty slowly shrank towards the basket.

Seeing that the encirclement was about to be formed, Su Yang turned to face the basket so that he could observe Gabe's movements clearly.

In the blink of an eye, Gabe rushed into the paint, ignoring the three-man encirclement and forced a jump, but threw the ball to the left.

Su Yang had been prepared for a long time, kicking the ground to accelerate almost at the same time, stopping halfway to steal, leaving only curly hair in the bottom corner in a daze.

The steal came so fast like a tornado, Hu Hao also froze for a moment, then turned and ran forward.

Su Yang hurriedly made a long pass, and the position was a little bit off, but the black team had no one to catch up, so it didn't matter.

I saw Hu Hao catching the ball and going down quickly. Amidst the cheers, he leaped high and dunked with one hand, and landed with a slight twist of his foot.

"OMG, is the current Chinese high school team so strong in execution?" The turbaned man said in a flustered tone, "It takes a long time to train together to do it. That's a professional team bullying an amateur team, it's so unfair!"

"We are a newly formed team." Hu Hao responded loudly.

"Really? I don't believe it!" The turbaned man was full of doubts.

Hu Hao smiled lightly and ignored him, and greeted Su Yang with fists from a distance, his eyes full of confidence.

Mr. Zhao suddenly shouted: "The game is suspended, we need to change players!"

After finishing speaking, he went straight to the sidelines and sat down, crossing his legs and enjoying massages from many pretty girls.

A bald man came out from behind him and went straight to Su Yang's position, like a hunter running towards his prey.

"This rich second generation is too pragmatic and self-aware. Two balls know that they are the biggest loophole of the black team. They will not hesitate to lose face in order to win. Now may be the real beginning." Su Yang put his mind away and prepared to deal with it with all his strength. .

The timeout ends in a blink of an eye, and the black team attacks.

Gabe dribbled the ball to the top of the arc and waved directly at the bald head, the intention was as obvious as LeBron's step-back three-pointer.

Su Yang followed the bald head to the top of the arc, and was about to attack together again, but the bald head gave up on the wall and went straight to the inside.

The typical false block was real, Su Yang ran after him, but just after he caught up to the waist, the bald head got stuck with his back.

Gabe raised the ball and passed it. He caught the ball with his bald head and did not make any extra movements. He immediately lowered his center of gravity and sat down.

"Oops, I was fooled!" Su Yang felt emotional, stepped back decisively, bent over and reached out to slap the basketball.

But the bald head was skilled, and immediately turned back, dribbled the ball with his left hand and took two steps, and easily hit the layup and scored.

"Yeah!" the hooded man shouted in a drawn out voice, exaggerated to the point of celebrating the tiebreaker of the finals.

Mr. Zhao stood up and shouted: "Brother Su, we have the most professional muscle-building programs and trainers, join us!"

These words hit the point of pain, Su Yang ignored it, and quickly ran to the right corner of the frontcourt to stand still.

Hu Hao took the ball to the right wing, turned around and passed it to Da Zhuang at the top of the arc, ran down to the bottom corner, and set up a human wall to block the bald head.

Su Yang speeded up to get rid of it, strode to the right wing, received the pass from Da Zhuang, saw the bald head chasing him, and immediately raised the basketball with both hands, intending to be unsure about the pivot foot first, patiently observe the players' positions in the field, and then make a decision how to spell.

Unexpectedly, the bald head pressed close to the body, and did not give a second of free time, while the rest of the black team delayed all kinds of big moves.

The referee showed no sign of calling a penalty at all, and he couldn't get out of the open space quickly, so Su Yang had to bow down to protect the ball.

The bald head immediately took half a step back to prevent the sudden breakthrough from accelerating, and at the same time, he did not forget to spread his hands to interfere with the passing route.

Su Yang subconsciously passed the ball around his head, turned his body to the right, and tried to break through with his left foot as the axis.

The bald head slid forward suddenly, Su Yang pulled low and swept in front of his body, and crossed strides to try to divert to the left.

The bald head retreated again, and between going back and forth, the center of gravity of the body did not stabilize so quickly.

Seeing this, Su Yang passed the ball over his head again, kicked off with his left foot, and raised his hand to score a three-pointer.

The basketball hits the hoop and hits the net!

"Awesome, brother!" Hu Hao shouted excitedly, and the three of them burst into smiles.

Su Yang responded with a smile, thinking: "If my arm span were longer, I would have been in the same loop as Durant just now!"

The black team attacked, continued to transmit from the outside, patiently created opportunities, and still hit Su Yang with a bald waist and back.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, Su Yang couldn't defend, and was forced to take another ball.

Turning his head around, Su Yang tried one after another, and found that the bald head was shifting sideways, changing directions continuously and easily swaying away.

The black team had no choice but to arrange supplementary defense, Su Yang took the opportunity to split the ball, Fatty sneaked inside and made a layup.

When the black team attacked again, Hu Hao took the initiative to help pinch the bald head, but Gabe received the pass and scored.

The two teams come and go like this, no one can guard the other, there are basically no mistakes, and the scoring efficiency is very close.

Strangely enough, Hu Hao didn't play much, and Gabe rarely attacked with the ball.

The game came to an end in 10 minutes, and the black team successfully tied the score by making four consecutive free throws.

As Su Yang hit the iron and Da Zhuang failed to make a tip-up, the game officially ended.

No one expected a draw, and when the crowd around the audience shouted for extra time, Mr. Zhao walked to the middle circle and stood still with a smile.

"Everyone! It's twelve o'clock at noon. According to the rules I announced earlier, these two Zondas will be given to the team that beats us, but now no team beats us, and..."

"Wooo..." The crowd around the audience booed, and someone shouted 'this is a word game'.

Mr. Zhao shook his index finger lightly: "The team just now pushed us into a desperate situation, so I decided to give another chance to a one-on-one duel. As long as we can defeat Gabe Pruitt, we can drive away this team." How about two Zondas?"

The surrounding audience applauded in unison, turned their attention to Su Yang and the other five, and loudly urged them to accept the challenge.

Su Yang looked at Hu Hao, and whispered, "I feel that Gabe didn't go all out just now, what do you think?"

Hu Hao nodded: "He will participate in the draft next year, and he will be on the list. He must be more than that."

Hearing this, Su Yang subconsciously recalled whether there was an NBA player named Gabe Pruitt.

"I sprained my ankle, you go and fight him." Hu Hao stretched out his right foot, and saw swelling in the ankle.

"No wonder you haven't been attacking with the ball much, then I'll go and see how good he is."

Su Yang went straight to the top of the arc, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a pretty girl wearing a Celtics jersey, and immediately recalled it.

"Is this Gabe Pruitt the same rookie point guard the year the Celtics won the championship?"

(End of this chapter)