The China Power of NBA

Sitting behind the spacious and comfortable back seat of the Audi, Lao Fu opened his hand and took a sip of tea. Lao Fu is reserved and low-key by nature. He doesn't like to socialize or show his face in front of the media. Cover your head with a peaked cap or jumper, so many young players in China know the word "Fu Ming", but they don't know what they look like. If there is any hobby, it is drinking tea. His old sports thermos bottle that has been used for seven or eight years is always filled with his favorite jasmine tea. At this time, the old man took a sip of tea leisurely and looked at the Zhou Ke, who was driving with one hand, was gesticulating all over the sky with the other hand, saliva flying all over the place against the backdrop of the morning sun.

Zhou Ke: "Uncle, you don't know how powerful this Ran Feng is! He dribbles, breaks through, and plays with the defenders! Uncle, do you know what his nickname is in the circle? It's called Blink!"

Zhou Ke is the exclusive driver of the old Fu. He usually likes to play basketball, but he is obese and looks like a meatball standing on the basketball court. Although the old Fu does not play games now, his reputation is still there. Quite a few people, units, and companies have asked him to be a coach, a referee, etc., and the old man readily agreed to these entertainments. Of course, it doesn't matter how much the reward is. Old Fu felt that there was still hope for Chinese basketball.

"Blinking? How do you say it?"

"Blinking means that Ran Feng's dribbling is as fast as the neon lights that are constantly flashing and changing at night. It really is like a gust of wind, and it passes in a whir."

The corner of Lao Fu's mouth gave a manly smile, "It's a bit exaggerated."

"It's not an exaggeration at all, Uncle,"

Zhou Ke gestured with his fingers, spit on the leather seat of the co-pilot, which looked glossy under the sunlight, "You must have never seen him play, have you seen him? Am I talking about it? Hey, uncle, have you ever seen American streetball masters? Ran Feng is better than them. When dribbling, he teases, teases and plays with defenders in every possible way to defend him. There is nothing you can do about it, defense is like air to Ran Feng!"

"So powerful?"

"Of course it is!"

Zhou Ke continued,

"We'll be there in a while, and then you'll see. Although Ran Feng is not very old, he is the real No. 1 basketball player in Haishi. There is an endless stream, but he always gets blood on his face. I saw Ran Feng blow up Wang Jing, the top basketball player of Haishi Sports Academy, and breaking through Wang Jing was like passing through a telegraph pole. , almost broke Wang Jing's ankle."

Old Fu no longer listened to Zhou Ke's flattery, which he didn't know whether it was true or not. He put the sports water cup aside, and then took out a large stack of papers from the bag next to him. These were the young players that Old Fu had collected for him In the past few days, the old Fu will inspect the information one by one, and the old Fu picked out the one named Ran Feng.

Ran Feng, born in October 1990, age, 10 years old, no marriage history, native of Haishi.

178. Physical fitness - naked height 80cm, weight [-]KG, average strength, strong waist and abdomen, other data are unknown.

1. Offensive end - [-] dribble: Ran Feng is short in height, has a low center of gravity when dribbling, and has good dribbling ability with both left and right hands.

He has an excellent sense of the ball, so it can be expected that his loss rate is almost negligible, his dribbling skills are perfect, and he can make all kinds of fancy dribbling skills.

2 Killing: Ran Feng has practiced track and field before, his calf muscles are well developed, and his strength is excellent, so he has a very fast first step, and he can quickly get rid of the defender and find an offensive position, but after the breakthrough, he can only rush to the basket to cause damage. An effective single-player offensive method, the mid-range is very unstable, and the ability to stop and shoot jump shots needs to be strengthened. The biggest weakness is its three-point shooting ability, and the open three-point shots can often be missed.

3 Passing: Has a good passing ability and the ability to create offense, but the style of play is offense first, and he doesn't like passing.

[-]. Defensive end - the result of being short in height is that the defense of tall shooters will be overwhelmed, and the strength confrontation will be insufficient when confronting short and stocky guards. The defensive footwork is relatively flexible, and the defensive awareness is at the middle level, limited to height. and bounce, so don't expect him to have defensive rebounds and offensive rebounds, and his stealing ability is more prominent.

[-]. Team style: It is suitable for a fast-paced running and bombing team. After falling into a positional battle, the function will be greatly weakened. If the opponent has a strong center, he will be helpless on the offensive end.

Old Fu put aside the scouting report and listened to Zhou Ke's endless nonsense. Players with characteristics like Ran Feng can be found everywhere in China. Whether he is good or not depends on how good he is.

"Squeak~"

The black Audi A8L parked steadily at the gate of Haihe No. [-] Basketball Stadium. As soon as Lao Fu and Zhou Ke stepped into the gate, they heard unscrupulous and energetic cheers and applause from the young people in the basketball court. Hearing these voices, Lao Fu The corner of Fu's mouth smiled slightly, and under the guidance of Zhou Ke, he walked to one of the basketball courts.It seems that Ran Feng's reputation is very famous, but it was just an ordinary three-on-three street ball game. Many spectators actually surrounded Ran Feng's basketball court with three floors inside and three floors outside. Zhou Ke and Lao Fu finally managed to squeezed to the edge of the field.

Zhou Ke pointed to the basketball court and said,

"Uncle, look, the guy with the ball in the blue and white jersey is Ran Feng,"

Old Fu looked in the direction of Zhou Ke's finger.

Ran Feng was wearing the No. 55 jersey of the old NBA Kings. His unusually clean white Nike basketball shoes were very eye-catching on the yellow floor. Little braid, you don't need to look at the craftsmanship, just look at the hairstyle to know that the young man in front of you is a street player. His eyebrows are very thin, like a woman, his face is thin, and his nose bridge is prominent. Generally speaking, he is quite handsome. The skin is a healthy tan, clearly the result of years of "fighting" shirtless in the sun.

I saw the basketball constantly falling back and forth under Ran Feng's right crotch. The defender was very serious, and his eyes were fixed on the movements of Ran Feng's hands. The defender followed up, and as soon as Ran Feng received it, the ball returned to his right hand from behind Ran Feng's back. The defender quickly followed and reached out to take out Ran Feng's ball. Ran Feng didn't make any action immediately, but paused for a while. After the defender followed up, Ran Feng bowed his waist with the ball and made a fake move to break through to the right. In fact, he broke through to the left again. The defender who cheated twice in a row lost his center of gravity, and was swayed to the ground!
These consecutive dribbles were done in one go, without any trace of patchwork. Obviously, Ran Feng's sense of the ball is very good, and he also has strong basic skills. The surrounding audience burst out with admiration and better voices!
The expression on the young Ran Feng's face was also quite confident. Sweat dripped from the tip of Ran Feng's hair. Ran Feng tossed his hair and took control of the ball again.

The defender who was swayed was obviously extremely unconvinced. The young man was not so easy to defeat. He got up from the ground, pushed away the teammates who stepped forward to help defend, and shouted,
"I will do it myself!"

Ran Feng smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and then used continuous cross steps to make the defender at a loss. Suddenly, the ball in Ran Feng's hand hit the defender's head and passed it out. The defender turned his head, but the ball disappeared , Turning around, I saw Ran Feng slapping the ball with a mocking smile on his face. It turned out that Ran Feng used a boomerang in the street ball just now. The ball seemed to fly out, but it actually turned around in the air. The arc is back in Ran Feng's hands!The surrounding audience burst into a burst of amazing applause!
"Amazing!"

Zhou Ke sighed in admiration, but glanced at the old Fu who was standing beside him, who smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth but said nothing. Old Fu's height of more than 1.9 meters stood out from the crowd.

The defender standing opposite Ran Feng seemed to be even more unconvinced, and said provocatively, "Don't be so fucking imaginary, you have the ability to score a goal!"

Ran Feng was not angry, he met several people like this every day, Ran Feng smiled mockingly, and said confidently: "Okay, then you just watch it, I'm going to score from your right!"

"What! You have to remind me beforehand!"

The defender was angry from the heart, opened his steps, and made defensive preparations.

The corner of Ran Feng's mouth was still smiling as if he had taken off his card, he was arched, he was dribbling the ball with his right hand, and he kept shaking his wrist from side to side.

"bring it on!"

"Alright!"

Ran Feng suddenly yelled, and dribbled the ball with his right hand to make a classic Iverson shoulder shaking movement, which seemed to be shaking his shoulders to the right, but actually broke through to the left. The defender blocked to the right but was deceived, and then followed immediately. Going up to the left to block, Ran Feng turned back halfway to press the defender behind him, and then turned to the right again. The defender was relentless and pressed against Ran Feng's back tightly, trying not to lose his defensive position!
Who knew that Ran Feng turning to the right was also a fake move!The defender was pressed by Ran Feng, turned to the left, took a step forward with his right foot, and threw the ball with his right hand for a layup!

"I want to score! It's not that easy!"

The big man guarding the basket suddenly jumped up with a whoosh, and stretched out his giant palm to block Ran Feng's goal line. This is two against one!Ran Feng in the air had no room to attack!
Behind the defending center forward, Ran Feng's teammates had a chance to open up, but Ran Feng's flashing nickname was just for naught!In an instant, Ran Feng, who was gliding in the air, received the ball in his arms, folded his body, and slipped through the big man's armpit, then opened his body, and scored the ball!
This ball showed that Ran Feng has an extremely strong waist and abdomen!
"nice shot!"

The onlookers burst into warm applause!

But the young man defending Ran Feng and the big man guarding the basket were dumbfounded!

Sure enough, it was a breakthrough on the right!

"Submit it!"

After scoring the ball, Ran Feng's eyes were fixed on the defender just now. The provocations in the latter's eyes just now are full of embarrassment and loneliness after failure.

No matter how much you refuse to accept it, you have to accept it!
Ran Feng's reputation is really not in vain!

After scoring the goal, Ran Feng still had a trademark smile on his mouth. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wrist, and then walked off the court to a beautiful girl.

The girl is about 1.7 meters tall, with a clean face and fair skin. She holds a bottle of mineral water in both hands and hands it to Ran Feng who approaches. The girl wears white sneakers, a bright pink dress and Three thousand long black hair trembled with the breeze like the waves on the lake.

Ran Feng raised his head, and drank the mineral water handed over by the girl in one gulp.

Zhou Ke was so excited that she almost jumped up, pointing at Ran Feng, spit stars flying all over the sky with excitement.

"Uncle, it's amazing. I told you how powerful Ran Feng is on the way here, but you still don't believe me."

There was a slight smile on the old Fu's face. Hearing Zhou Ke's words, the old Fu shook his head slowly and said,
"Let's go and see the next one."

Zhou Ke was stunned, then said with a sullen face,

"No way, uncle, such a powerful person can't get into your eyes."

Old Fu still didn't speak, just shook his head lightly, turned around and was about to leave, only to hear Zhou Ke muttering behind his back,
"Uncle, I really don't understand. If you don't like such a strong person, then I really don't understand what kind of person you want to choose."

The old man turned around and said,
"Where is his strength?"

Zhou Ke was puzzled by this question, and for a moment didn't know what the old Fu meant.

The corner of Lao Fu's mouth curled up, and he said,

"Then you are optimistic about what kind of player I want."

Old Fu took off the hat on his hoodie, revealing his black and white hair, walked gently to the middle of the field, turned his head and said to Ran Feng,

"Young man, your basic skills are good, but if you want to go further, you need to practice harder."

Ran Feng turned his head, looked at the tall and thin old man wearing a hoodie, and said loudly: "I am already the strongest, come one, beat one, come two, beat two!"

Old Fu shook his head lightly, and said softly,

"Come on, young man, let's play five balls!"

The onlookers were in an uproar when they heard this!