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Chapter 2 Orientals in Prison ([-])
The wind in the desert was still blowing slightly, and the sun was still swaying the heat on the ground, but what just happened on the basketball court gave Andrew a chill in his heart.

Lin threw the basketball back to Andrew again, without any extra nonsense, just ticked his fingers at Andrew, signaling him to do it again.

Enraged, Andrew didn't pass the ball to others, but picked up the ball and rushed towards Lin under the basket.

Andrew's shoulders were shaking constantly, and the ball in his hand was also constantly moving back and forth between his left and right hands. He suddenly slammed the ball to the ground, took a big leap to the left, and flew into the air.

He has always been very confident in his jumping ability. In this state, he has not met anyone who can beat him in jumping, so he chose to rely on jumping to win.

The eastern man on the opposite side seemed to hesitate for a moment about his route of cutting to the left to the inside, which happened to give him a chance to vacate, and Andrew didn't want to let go of such an opportunity.

This ball is to avenge that just now. At this time, all he has in his eyes is the basket that is getting closer and closer.

When the hand holding the basketball was about to approach the basket, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, as if it had been waiting there.

"Boom" The basketball was directly pressed to the backboard by the strength of this hand, and there was a heavy muffled sound.

Andrew lost his balance in the air and fell heavily on the ground. It wasn't until the moment he fell that he saw the oriental man fall from his side.

Strength, jumping, and Andrew's most confident two attack methods were completely defeated within two rounds.

There was no suspense in the subsequent games, small hooks, hitting the basket, mid-range jumpers, and post-up singles.Andrew, who has completely lost confidence, is like a rookie who just touched basketball
In this way, watching Lin perform various scoring techniques of the center in turn on his head.

However, Lin didn't score another point in the third game. He was only responsible for distributing the ball to the other two to attack. He stuck to Andrew's body tightly to prevent him from scoring a goal.

Rebounds will not give Andrew a chance to get them, and Andrew can only watch the ball being picked up again and again by the yellow-skinned Oriental in front of him due to the tight position inside.

Lin Yi was like a hunting dog chasing the ball crazily. He began to devote all his energy to defense, and once even jumped to the outside line to block the three-pointer shot by the opponent's defender.

Two 5:0, clean and tidy without a trace of sloppy, Tony knows this is Lin's style.

After 10 minutes, Tony looked at the clock on the prison building and began to smile, because the short fat man opposite was already taking money out of his pocket with a sad face.

No one noticed that on the second floor of the prison building not far from them, a person was recording everything that happened on the field with his mobile phone.

after the game.

Taking the two hundred dollars and a cigarette thrown by Tony, Lin put the money into his coat pocket, but threw the cigarette back to Tony.

"I don't smoke." After speaking, Lin turned around and walked towards the confinement room around the corner.

"Hey, Lin, I still have time to stay outside for a while, why go back to that damn place so early?" Tony shouted at Lin Gaoda's back.

There was no answer, and Lin didn't even turn his head, but just stretched out his hand and waved it back.

The second floor window of the prison building.

Harry had already forgotten that he came out to look for the list of parolees, and he was deeply attracted by the game on the court just now.

From the time the yellow-skinned oriental man knocked away the black center defending him for a dunk, Harry had already forgotten his purpose of coming out, and began to concentrate on taking out his mobile phone to take pictures of everything that happened on the court.

Because of family reasons, Harry, who often pays attention to NBA and NCAA games, has forgotten how long he has not seen a good center.

Except for the old Sharks and YAO from the East, there are very few orthodox centers in the entire NBA.

Howard and Oden may be the only center successors who have a chance to inherit the mantle, but their skills are so rough that it makes people sad.

It's hard to imagine that after O'Neal and Yao retire, whether there will still be a real confrontation between centers in the NBA, the kind of confrontation that competes with the skills at the basket and the ability to back the basket.

Since the golden generation of centers in the 90s retired and left the game, it has been many years since a center with balanced skills and strength was born.

This is an era that does not belong to the center. Everyone begins to yearn to fly on the basket. Flyers and sharpshooters are the rulers of this era. Centers have already fallen from the clouds to the mortal world.

Basketball is a sport for giants, but now the giants under the basket want to spread their wings to soar.

There are fewer and fewer people who are dominant at the basket, and more and more people who can jump.

Chamberlain, Russell, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Olajuwon, Ewing, Mourning, all great names have disappeared from people's eyes.

The role of the center has been increasingly marginalized, and their role is only to rebound and cover. All performance opportunities are completed by star-like guards and forwards.

The current NBA is already in the twilight era of centers, and maybe one day there is really no need for this position to appear.

"Harry! Why haven't you brought the list yet?" Kelly shouted loudly, looking at Harry who was dazed by the window after walking out of the office.

"Oh...Kelly, I'll get it right away. I answered a call just now." Harry replied quickly after he woke up.

Closing the phone, Harry still couldn't forget the oriental man just now, with a slightly thin body but possessed such strong strength, as well as his nimble footwork around the basket and his comprehensive singles skills against the basket.

And that chasing block, my God, he started later than the opponent and could block the opponent's slam dunk, what a strong jumping ability is needed.

Harry had already deeply imprinted the figure of that oriental man in his mind.

who is he?Why have I never heard of such an Eastern center in basketball games?

You must know that the sense of smell of the scouts is so sensitive that they will die, and they will not let such a good seed exist without anyone paying attention.

It seems that it is necessary to go back and ask my brother and father who are managers, they are experts in this field.

By the way, judging by the appearance of that oriental boy, he is also a prisoner in this juvenile prison, so there must be his information here.

Thinking of all this, Harry couldn't wait to go home to show his brother and father what he had photographed here.

What Harry was thinking about, everything about Tony negotiating gambling money with the opposing gang on the field outside had nothing to do with Lin, and he was staying quietly in his five-square-meter room.

What happened today was just the same as the past three months, an ordinary match, a not-so-strong opponent.

Even Lin Lianhan didn't play much, the game was over, as for how much the fat guy on the other side would lose to Tony, it didn't matter to him, he had already got his own two hundred dollars.

I don't know how my sister is at home alone, and whether I can barely make ends meet under the care of Uncle Tom's family.

There are still 17 days left, looking at the scratches on the wall, Lin silently counts the time to leave this ghost place in his heart, hoping that his sister is safe.

In deep thought, Lin slowly closed his eyes.

The sun is scorching outside the house, and no one knows what will happen tomorrow.

No one knows what kind of change will happen.

(End of this chapter)