I'm a boss in the NBA

Chapter 1 My System Crashed?
Ding!Congratulations to the host for obtaining the NBA god-level talent system! "

"Ding! God-level talent options are being randomly generated, please choose carefully!"

"A: Stephen Curry's three!"

"B: Allen Iverson's breakthrough!"

"C: Russell Westbrook's body!"

"D: Pass by Jason Williams!"

"The host please choose one of the above options as the basic talent for the host's future development in the NBA!"

"I choose." Before Xu Xuan finished speaking, there was a sudden "sizzling" sound from the system on the other side, like the sound of a broken TV with a big belly in the past.

"Zizi. The system is crashing."

"Zizi. The system is trying to restart"

"Zizi. The system has selected talents for the host!""

"Zizi. The host of Zizi has already scored A: Stephen Curry's three points!"

"B: Allen Iverson's breakthrough!"

"C: Russell Westbrook's body!"

"D: Pass by Jason Williams!"

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"Huh?" Xu Xuan was stunned for a while, "What's going on?"

But immediately he accepted the fact happily.

"The system has restarted, please check the host carefully! In addition, a registration form for the NBA is attached. I wish the host a perfect career!"

"Xu Xuan!"

In the basketball hall, a tense and exciting game is going on.

Xu Xuan suddenly heard someone calling himself.

"coach."

"Your task later is to defend? We need your defense now, understand? Keep an eye on the one on the opposite side who has the ball."

The coach of the school team is about 40 years old and already a Mediterranean.

"Coach, I think I can attack!"

"Offensive?" Mediterranean looked at him in surprise: "No, we don't need offense, what we need is defense!"

"I think I can"

"I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel! I need defense now! Do your thing!"

The wording of the Mediterranean Sea is very harsh. With such wording, Xu Xuan felt that he might be able to evolve successfully before his 41st birthday—becoming a strait.

But you say yours, I hit mine, what can I do if I don't hit you?

You Mediterranean!
Xu Xuan gave the coach a middle finger in his heart, and trotted onto the field.

The game reached the second half of the fourth quarter.

Now Nandong University's score is temporarily behind, 67 to 62.

"Hey, come up a handsome guy."

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"

"What are you doing, are you a nympho? Cough cough, I solemnly declare that he has already been reserved by this lady!"

"Think beautifully, but he is really handsome."

"Hey, Xuanzi, they are looking at you." Wang Hong is Xu Xuan's good friend, and he plays the SF position on the field.

The place where the girls stick together will naturally attract the attention of the boys, Xu Xuan didn't think so, but after he said that, Xu Xuan turned his head to look.

There are indeed a lot of beauties, and the one in the middle is really beautiful. If he was asked to give a score, at least 90 points should be scored upwards.

The big power is 92 points for him.

Xu Xuan politely and gentlemanly nodded towards that side, which immediately caused another burst of screams.

"Hmph, it's just a little boy!" The opponent's No. 16 position is called Yan An, who is also the main core of the team. He has already sent 6 points and [-] assists in this game, and his offensive organization ability is not bad.

"What's the use of being handsome?" Yan An let out a jealous "Pooh": "You have to be a man as talented and connotative as me to be reliable!"

Jealousy makes people sick!
On the field, Xu Xuan took the serve.

After leading halftime here, he suddenly found that the number one on the opposite side looked over as if he was about to eat him, his eyes were red.

Xu Xuan was a bit puzzled, but he didn't want to care about the rotten fish and shrimp in front of him now, he was eager to know what kind of strength he was currently.

Outside the three-point line, Yan An waved his teammates to disperse, and he wanted to defend Xu Xuan alone.

Yan An stared at Xu Xuan viciously, with a fierce light in his eyes: "Boy, if you can score a goal from me today, I will..."

But before he finished speaking, Xu Xuan was already under the amazed eyes of countless people - "Shua!"

Three points soared!

It's like a dream!

"This, this, this..." Yan An's eyes widened, unexpectedly someone shot him a three-pointer in the face?
"Is this the legendary Ganba?" Wang Hong swallowed, "When did Xiaoxuanzi know how to do this?"

"Outrageous!"

The audience on the sidelines were also stunned, and the Mr. Mediterranean swallowed the words that had already run between his teeth with a difficult "gulp".

This is a clean three-pointer!
After being startled for a second, the audience burst into enthusiastic cheers, and the group of girls also exploded.

"It's so handsome, isn't this ball?!"

"Although I don't understand it very well, it seems to be very strong?"

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"Damn! Die!" Yan An suddenly turned into Sima's face, but Xu Xuan didn't even look at him, and directly returned to defense.

Scumbag, there is a kind of bright weapon!

Yan An was eager to get back his position, but obviously, in front of the current Xu Xuan, he didn't even have the qualifications to cook, and Xu Xuan directly found the opportunity for the breakthrough during the march, so he slapped his crotch like this!
Then grab it so hard!
The ball is broken directly!

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The Mediterranean coach on the sidelines also raised his arms and shouted, his face was full of excitement, as if he had expected it a long time ago. In fact, this ball is none of your business?

There is only one person ahead!

The opponent's center, a 201-foot-tall muscular man!

He is in a good position now, but Xu Xuan didn't hesitate at all, and went directly to the difficulties!

I saw two fast-paced changing balls flying directly to the left in a row while he was running, and at the same time, his whole body was also swaying to the left.

The opponent's center forward had no doubt about him, and his body directly followed him!

That's it!
Xu Xuan suddenly pulled back, dribbled the ball with his left hand instead of his right hand, retreated and changed direction, and went straight to the basket!
It was too late for the opponent's center to come back at this time, but his heels were unstable and his body lost his balance—"Boom!"

It was actually directly fell to the ground by Xu Xuanhuang!

At this time, the opponent's middle goal was already wide open, and Xu Xuan went to the free throw line and took off in one step!
"Oh!"

The basket trembled!
Super stay in the air!
"Westbrook Tomahawk Slash" score!
The score was 67 to 67 tie!
The audience boiled instantly!

The Mediterranean coach was stunned!

Now his mind is full of Xu Xuan's stealing and swaying the center forward, pulling up, chopping and dunking, this... swaying God?
Is he really just a college student?

Shouldn't this be the level of an NBA player?

Yan An behind Xu Xuan was also dumbfounded. Compared to Xu Xuan knocking down their center just now, he suddenly felt that the one he was robbed was nothing?

"Iverson!"

"Iverson possessed!"

"Why do I see the shadow of Westbrook in him!"

"When did Nandong University have such a master? It just blinded my titanium alloy dog ​​eyes!"

There was a sound of exclamation and admiration at the scene, but Xu Xuan shook his head. Couldn't he really see his own strength in this level of confrontation?

His two goals looked very good, but in fact, he didn't encounter any strong confrontation. The opponent basically lost when he made the shot, and he couldn't see where his current limit was.

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