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Lao Fu raised the ball above his head with both hands, and then swayed in front of Ran Feng, using his arms to open up the attacking space. Suddenly, Lao Fu took a step back and at the same time took a step back with his pivot foot and left foot, and took off. shoot!
This is a shot that is one step away from the three-point line!
Ran Feng took off and blocked the shot with all his strength, but Lao Fu was 1.9 meters tall, while Ran Feng was only less than 1.8 meters tall. The height gap was too big. Moreover, Lao Fu used a move to retreat, and Ran Feng still leaned his body in the air , Trying to block Lao Fu's shot, the moment the ball was released, Ran Feng's hand "slapped" and hit Lao Fu's arm heavily.

Ran Feng in the air didn't care about his thug's foul, but turned his head to look at the basketball that was also constantly spinning in the air. Against the backdrop of the lights, it looked particularly abrupt.

"Shh!"

It is a hollow network again!

Everyone present was startled for a few seconds, and then they couldn't help clapping their hands, admiring and applauding.

Five to zero, five three-pointers, the old man on the court won the flashing Ran Feng!
"As I said, there are still many things you need to do. The current you are not the strongest you yet."

Old Fu touched his beaten right hand, turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

Standing behind Old Fu, Ran Feng had a gloomy expression on his face.

Old Fu turned around.

"Don't be in a hurry, I haven't attacked yet. What if by chance I scored five goals in a row?" Ran Feng patted the ball, staring at Old Fu with his eyes tightly, when he said this The word "coincidentally" is emphasized.

The noisy crowd around fell silent again.

Ran Feng's strongest point is not his defensive end, but his extremely fast dribbling and his ability to change directions and breakthroughs enough to break an ankle. Although this old man can shoot three-pointers accurately, on the defensive end, he must was exploded.

The corner of Old Fu's mouth raised an arc again. He likes the unyielding spirit of young people on the court. In Old Fu's view, football skills can be honed, but personality and spirit are innate, and no one can change them. of.

"Okay, then we will decide the outcome with one goal!" Old Fu said, "You attack and I defend. If you score, you win. If you don't score, then you lose."

"One goal is the winner!"

The onlookers kept muttering, this old man's tone is really too arrogant, just now the two young men who are strong, strong and nimble couldn't guard against Ran Feng, but this old man...

"Before we start, I want to remind you," Old Fu said, "we will follow the rules of a regular basketball game, so don't use your wrist turning, shoulder turning, and walking."

"No problem." Ran Feng agreed without hesitation, and said confidently, "I pass you, I don't need any of these, just a simple change of direction is enough."

Ran Feng took the ball and stood at the top of the three-point arc, dribbling the ball once and for all. Old Fu was two steps away from Ran Feng, half-arched, with arms spread out, feet flat and steady .

"Old man! It's time to start, I remind you again! Don't sprain your ankle!"

"Let's start." Old Fu said softly.

Ran Feng hunkered down, dribbling the ball with both hands behind his hips, behind his back. He deliberately played tricks on the old man, but the old man didn't move at all. He just kept his defensive position. It was exposed in front of Old Fu, but Old Fu didn't have any intention of stepping forward to take out the ball.

The essence of streetball is to deceive the center of gravity of the defensive players, so that they can be played to their heart's content. Someone like Lao Fu who doesn't move is not easy to use at all.

Ran Feng had no choice but to choose a substantive breakthrough. With an acceleration, he rushed to the right. Lao Fu spread his arms and slid his feet along Ran Feng's attacking route. Lao Fu's 1.9-meter height gave the breakthrough Ran Feng felt a lot of oppression. Ran Feng dribbled the ball to his left hand behind his back, pretending to break through to the left, but in fact he broke through to the right. How could he know that Lao Fu didn't shake the ball at all, and he didn't take the ball out. The card occupies the defensive position, which makes Ran Feng, who has no confidence in his mid-range shooting ability, at a loss.

Ran Feng rushed from the top of the three-point arc to the free throw line, then from the free throw line to the basket, and then turned back from the basket to beyond the three-point line. Ran Feng had no chance to shoot. Old Fu's tall body and arms spread out like It's like a city wall blocking the front of the basket!
Ran Feng crossed and dribbled the ball outside the three-point line, looking for breakthrough opportunities. He felt that the defensive old man's attention was no longer in the ball he was dribbling left and right.

Old Fu understood the doubt in Ran Feng's eyes, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Young man, let me teach you a trick. When you are a backcourt player with strong defensive breakthrough ability and a lot of fake moves, don't completely Focus on the ball, the shoulder swing is what matters!"

In view of Ran Feng's weak three-point shooting and mid-range ability, and his weakness of confidence, Lao Fu let Ran Feng close to two steps away, so that when Ran Feng breaks through, Lao Fu has enough reaction time To judge Ran Feng's offensive line.

Hearing the old Fu's words, Ran Feng seemed to understand something. Facing the old Fu, he used the classic Iverson swaying Jordan's shoulder. Looking from the shoulder, it seemed to break through to the right, but actually The first one was to break through to the left, but I didn't know that this could not fool the old Fu. The old Fu slid close to Ran Feng, without giving him a little room to attack, and Ran Feng was forced to take another step back.

"This can't fool you!"

"Young man, there are too many people who have used this trick. You are not the first, and you will not be the last."

Two consecutive breakthroughs failed, and he didn't even have a chance to use his mobile phone. Ran Feng couldn't hold back, and felt ruthless in his heart. It just interfered but didn't block Ran Feng. The moment the two of them came into contact, Lao Fu was bounced away.

Layup, the ball goes in.

The onlookers were elated.

"nice shot!"

"Pretty!"

"Blinking really deserves its reputation. The old man is estimated to be more than 1.9 meters tall, and he can still score with it..."

"The old man can do it too. After defending Ran Feng, he made two breakthroughs..."

Only Ran Feng knew in his heart that the old man definitely made way for the ball just now.His own attack didn't completely get rid of the old man's defense at all. What he did was just giving himself a step down.

Old Fu picked up the ball, walked up to Ran Feng, handed the ball to him with both hands, and said, "Young man, you have been playing basketball since you were eight years old, and you have been playing basketball for twelve or three years now, so I want to ask You, do you know how many centimeters is the circumference of the basketball in your hand that you touch every day? How many pieces of leather is it made of? How high is the basketball when it is shot and then bounced?"

Ran Feng looked at Old Fu blankly.

"Young man, you have a good sense of the ball, but you have to understand that there are many, many players like you, or players with a better sense of the ball than you. You are just one of them. You have to strengthen yourself when you go back. If you have any of these two abilities today, I would never dare to let you put so much in the one-on-one fight just now, and your breakthrough will be more handy. At the same time, you If you want to play professional basketball, as a point guard, you have to be able to shoot the three-pointer and the mid-range."

Old Fu turned around, walked to the outside of the court, and said as he walked: "On October 27th, at Haishi No. [-] Basketball Stadium, Fu Ming will hold an NBA player selection match. I hope you can participate."

The words were left behind, leaving only the dull Ran Feng standing in the same place, the old man walked away, and Ran Feng realized that he had met an expert, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

A voice floats from afar,
"I'm Fu Ming. The next time I see you, I hope you can wear the Heat's No. 55 jersey."

"Heat's No. 55 jersey?" Ran Feng murmured, he half understood what the old Fu said.