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Chapter 11 But that's it
In the United States, words involving racial discrimination have always been taboo in public speaking.

The bald fans uttered two words full of discrimination against Asians at once. Not only did they speak loudly and pronounce clearly, but they also deliberately cooperated with taunting movements of shaking their heads, sticking out their tongues, and winking their eyes. It was difficult to ignore.

The sudden cooling of the hot atmosphere at the scene made the bald fan realize that he had said something wrong. His breathing accelerated, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he almost didn't cry.

But then, he realized that no one at the scene accused him, and no one punished him.

Because, the host of this game is the Warriors, but the venue is owned by Holy Name University, and in the eyes of most fans, this is not a big deal.

Discrimination against black people is absolutely unacceptable, but discrimination against Asians is more subtle. Although discrimination cannot be encouraged, it is completely feasible to treat it as if it did not happen.

After a brief silence, the referee took the lead in shouting: "Sir, please sit down and watch your words!"

"It's so rude, it shouldn't be!"

"Yes, a little rude."

"Don't use these misleading words!"

After the referee spoke, the fans around the bald head also began to 'accuse' him, but it sounded like he was excused.

The bald man naturally understood, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and sat down.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, the sideline commentator Jimmy let go of his clenched fists, let out a big breath, and said: "Just now, there were some small episodes on the scene. Now all the problems are solved, let the game continue!"

After Jimmy finished speaking, the referee signaled the game to restart, the Oakland Warriors attacked, and the stadium was full of cheers again. From the beginning to the end, no one cared what Tianyang thought.

Of course, Tianyang heard the discriminatory words from the bald head, so he chose to remain silent, and stopped Tusk who wanted to help out.

The reason is very simple. The bald head claims to have watched football for decades, but he doesn't even know that "removing the chair" is a formal defensive action, and he attacks others personally to cover up his embarrassment.

In Tianyang's values, it is impossible to confront someone who is as stupid and unqualified as a bald head.

Not to mention self-declination, it is easy to get into trouble, what if someone accuses them of discriminating against blacks?
But giving up the confrontation with the bald head does not mean that there is no response. Tianyang chooses to speak with strength.

Coincidentally, when the Oakland Warriors attacked this time, Scherfer handed the ball to Dirac again.

Even more coincidentally, Dirac continued to choose post-up singles, as if he wanted to prove that he was skilled in this area, not a rough guy who could only use his height and weight to make a strong top. After all, he was a member of the University of California, Berkeley team.

I saw Dirac with his back against Tianyang, shaking his left and right shoulders continuously, and the onlookers were dazzled and began to applaud.

But from Tianyang's point of view, Dirac's series of actions were all to test whether he would use the move of 'removing the stool' again.

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake and afraid of well ropes for ten years, Dirac already has a demon in his heart.Tianyang followed suit, relaxed his hands slightly, and pretended to withdraw.

Dirac fell into the trick, reversed his footsteps, and broke through from the left to the inside, but Tianyang had already bent down and stretched out his hand, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

"Crack", the steal was successful, and Tianyang dribbled the ball straight to the frontcourt.

As soon as he dribbled the ball across the center line, Dirac caught up.In Tianyang's mind, he thought that the opponent's speed was so fast that it was not cost-effective to fight, so he simply controlled the ball and slowed down, waiting for other teammates to take their positions.

He had thought that Dirac would press directly close to the body, and he could only accelerate the dribble to the basket again, but after rushing into the paint, the opponent was still sticking to his side like a bullshit plaster.

Tianyang knew that the opponent was tall and had long arms. If he made a three-step layup, even if he didn't have a big hat, the chance of scoring points was very small.

In a blink of an eye, Tianyang remembered that he had used a toss just now. If he did the same thing and used it again, it would be a good way to deal with Dirac.

Determined to pay attention, Tianyang held the ball in both hands, roared, and rushed towards the hoop.

With such an action, he almost picked up a three-step layup, and Dirac next to him snorted coldly, as if he was very disdainful.

But just as Dirac was raising his right hand and accumulating power with both feet, and was about to jump to block the shot, the advancing Tianyang suddenly stopped, kicked off with his right foot, and threw the ball to the basket with one hand.

"Bang, bang, bang", the basketball bounced back and forth in the hoop continuously, but fortunately it finally fell down.

Let Tianyang play for 3 times in a row, Dirac was furious again, he walked to the ball rack, punched it, and shouted at the same time: "FFFFFFUCK..."

The coach of the Oakland Warriors saw such a scene. He frowned slightly and signaled to the referee to pause.

"Dillac, look at me! I know you really want to win the championship, and I feel the same way as you. But you have to remember that it is a big mistake to be a prisoner of emotions. That Asian man is not defensive. I live with you twice, you are the main shooting guard of Berkeley University, you have proved yourself in the NCAA game!"

"Robert, I..." Dirac hesitated to speak, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I don't think that Asian is simple, maybe it's better to let Bond defend."

Although he only said a simple sentence, everyone in the Oakland Warriors understood: Dirac thinks he can't defend himself!
Robert squinted his eyes immediately. As the head coach of the Oakland Warriors, he has worked with Dirac for 2 years, and he knows that Dirac is a person who doesn't care on the surface but has a strong self-esteem. Dirac said that he can't guard against it, which must be reasonable.

"Okay, Bond, you go to defend that Asian, it just so happens that their power forwards are not tall enough, and Dirac will not suffer too much if he switches defenses! We are only behind by 6 points, and we can catch up with two random scores." Thinking for a while, Robert The tactical adjustment is completed.

The timeout ended and the game continued. The Oakland Warriors attacked. Scherfer made a pick-and-roll with Kaneba at the top of the arc.

Bond took the ball bang bang bang bang three times in a row, and after catching one, he turned around and wiped Tusker clean.

After scoring two points easily, Bond returned to defense and went directly to Tianyang.

Facing the defense of the 203cm big man, Tianyang waved at Tusk according to the pre-match arrangement, prepared the outside pick-and-roll cover, and then rushed inside to throw the tactic.

But unlike the power forwards I met before, neither Phil nor Bender had the tall, strong and flexible body of Bond, and Tuckers' pick-and-roll cover was useless.

Tianyang took off from the free throw line. The ball was just shot, but Bond flicked it away. Fortunately, it was a foul ball and King's Road was able to reorganize the attack.

But the time for the second attack was very tight. After the pick-and-roll, Tianyang could only make a hasty shot. As a result, he was blocked by Bond again, and the ball was snatched by Scherff, so he had to return to defense immediately.

For 3 consecutive rounds, Bond completely locked up Tianyang and blocked 4 shots in a row. The Oakland Warriors also tied the score, and Kings Road had to call a timeout.

"Klay, that panting guy, is that guy your dad keeps bragging about shooting like Kobe?"

"It should be him, Asian, about 195 tall, playing shooting guard on the court."

"How does this guy shoot like Kobe? I only see him being taken off one after another! Ordinary fans, that's all!"

"Stephen, you are wrong, this guy is a bit powerful, Dad Clay is indeed more accurate in seeing people!"

"Oh? Coach, what do you think differently?"

(End of this chapter)