king of los angeles

Chapter 34 34. The Significance of Basketball

In the third round, it was Lin Feng's turn to hold the ball. He pointed to Black Mike's right hand, "I'm going to break through here and then go in and pull the bar for a layup, or I can record a dunk depending on my mood. You have five seconds to think about the defensive strategy."

Lin Feng's words could be heard by the audience, and people began to cheer.

Black Mike felt extremely humiliated, he slapped the floor to express his anger, and vowed to let Lin Feng leave the court in disgrace.

54321, the countdown to silent reading ends.

There is no fancy dribbling, but after slapping the basketball, he suddenly accelerates and rushes towards Black Mike's right hand. After changing the ball handler, he turns and jumps and pulls the bar sharply for a layup.

The speed is too fast!

Black Mike basically acted as a background wall throughout the whole process, without any decent reaction.

Leading by one point, Lin Feng became more and more relaxed.After the first two rounds of testing, in his eyes, Black Mike's old lady who dribbles across the road doesn't have much dry stuff other than gorgeousness.

After that, Black Mike didn't have a chance to throw the basketball smoothly, even though the two were similar in stature, they were covered by Lin Feng one after another.

Black Mike looked downcast, watching helplessly as he was upstaged by a brat who suddenly appeared.The young people watching had never seen Mike being fucked like this, just like a high school student ravaging an elementary school student.

"Another steal!"

Perkins was so excited that he exploded. Some people ridiculed his physique before, but now his brother Gary helped him out.

All the spectators started to cheer for Lin Feng. On the street court, only the strong will be admired.

"Your movements are so slow, it looks like slow motion to me."

Lin Feng dribbled the ball, putting some mental pressure on the opposite guy from time to time.

Black Mike was sweating all over, and it felt like he had failed the first final of his class.

"Shut up! You don't want to get another point!" His harsh words became weak, his movements were deformed, and his legs were a little weak.

After Lin Feng bowed to Buddha with one stroke, he directly flew Black Mike into the air, and he could clearly see his frowning brows and exposed big white teeth.

Facing the basket, Lin Feng planned to do some fresh streetball moves.

Throw the ball hard to the ground, then jump high, hit the ground and receive a folding dunk.

After Black Mike landed, he could only watch him receive cheers in his own stadium.

With ten goals agreed upon, Lin Feng has already scored nine points, while Mike only made the first three-pointer.

At this time, Black Mike had no fighting spirit. He just wanted to quickly end this embarrassing game and go home to take a shower immediately.

"You are a monster, an absolute monster, I want to report to the FBI to send you to the institute."

Black Mike dribbled the ball, his eyes were no longer as sharp as before.

Everyone is waiting for how he will be killed by Lin Feng, a big hot pot?Or just break the basketball?
"Mike, blow him up!"

Some people in the audience still support Mike, only with a taste of teasing.

Lin Feng glanced at the night sky of Las Vegas, and could vaguely see the laser lights in the distance, which came from a large casino.

Although there is a huge difference in strength between him and Black Mike, out of respect for his opponent, he still puts on a 100% focused defensive posture.

Putting water on the court, Lin Feng thought it was an insult to the spirit of basketball.

Black Mike still chose to break through. He just had a big shot at the three-point line 3 minutes ago, and the ball was blocked and flew to the center line.

This time it was still the same. He did not escape the bad luck of eating hot pot. Mike went into the basket and turned to pull the bar. As a result, Lin Feng, who had predicted it in place, caught him and slapped the ball.

The audience exclaimed, such a big hot pot is more exciting than a dunk, they have seen enough of Black Mike torturing people every night.

The basketball rolls across the sideline, straight to Perkins' feet.

Lin Feng did not go to pick up the ball, but shouted at him: "Qiqi, you missed the game-winning shot back then, but not tonight."

All eyes were on Perkins, and no one except Lin Feng knew what had happened.

In junior high school, Perkins was still a boy chasing his dreams, and he lost himself because of a missed goal. Otherwise, the current league is likely to have one more outstanding star.

Old Pa was a little hesitant. He wasn't sure if he could shoot in his current shape, and he didn't want to make a big joke.

"Qiqi, come on, the three-pointer you are best at." Lin Feng clapped his hands, "Now the opportunity has come, do you want to be a turtle, or stand up and meet the challenge."

Black Mike looked at Lin Feng and then at Perkins, as if he could guess the story of the fat man in front of him and basketball.

"Hey man, you can do it," Black Mike said.

Perkins looked around, took a deep breath, and chose to pick up the basketball.

The fat all over his body was trembling, especially the streaks on his two legs.

To be honest, Perkins hates himself so much now. He could have pursued his basketball dream like Lin Feng, but now he has become a damn fat man who can't breathe when jogging.

Perkins had the basketball in his hand and tried to dribble it in his crotch, and the ball hit his damn fat leg and fell to the floor.

wow！

The audience was silent, no one laughed.

Perkins was covered in sweat. He looked around nervously. Everyone standing here were basketball fans. Even a random girl could beat him up.

Most of the men and women on the street court are only in their teens or early twenties, and Old Pa is already a 30-year-old "old man". He thought he would never touch basketball again in his life.

"Come on buddy!"

"Let's see what you can do!"

The players began to cheer him up, and there was tension on the court, but they were all friends off the court, because basketball brought together this group of people with strange styles.

Perkins picks up the ball and tries another crotch dribble.Lin Feng thinks that his mind is one-sided. Could it be that this action has special meaning to him.

Unexpectedly, this time it was successful. He completed the dribble under the crotch without hitting his fat thigh.

The voice at the scene became louder and louder, and the applause continued.

Perkins, who found confidence, dribbled the ball to the three-point line, and his eyes were only on the basket. This is where the old Parkins once fought.

With a smile on his face, he threw the ball.

For a short half a second, everyone looked in the direction of the basketball's flight. This was a beautiful moment.

The basketball hit the back edge of the basket and bounced, and the sound of iron striking was clear and powerful.

Lin Feng was considering whether to make a dunk to bring the ball to a successful conclusion.

Goddess of Luck favored Pa, and maybe the court was moved by his spirit. The basketball that hit the front bounced high, did not go beyond the range of the basket, and fell straight into the net.

The audience cheered, and the young people on the scene clapped their hands one after another, as if they had thrown themselves into the goal.

Black Mike stepped forward to bump into Old Pa's chest, and patted his chest.

Old Pa was relieved, he didn't expect that he could still make a three-pointer, that feeling seemed to go back to junior high school, he made up for that lore shot, and he was successfully promoted to Oak Hill High School, and was discovered by a famous school coach three years later In another two years, he participated in the NBA draft as a sophomore. In the small ball era, he showed superb three-point shooting and became a well-known basketball star. He finally met rookie Gary Smith in the finals.

Mars hits Earth, and they'll high-five each other after games, tell each other a job well done, then turn around and tweet about each other's crap.

"Wake up Qiqi, your eyes are a little blurred."

Lin Feng's voice called him back to reality.

"Thank you, man. I have been brooding about it for so many years. The blocked lore ball was once my nightmare."

Perkins wakes up from a dream, and what he has to face is his still obese body. He is a smug agent, not a fantasy basketball star.

Undoubtedly, the reality is cruel.

Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder, "It's nothing, as long as your heart is not old, you will never be old."

Perkins smiled shyly, "Haha, you will always only preach, just like uncle drew. You will succeed dude, you will be the king of Los Angeles."

The two hugged again, although they would feel passionate when they calmed down.But in this atmosphere, a close hug between the two is the best way.

"Brother, you are great, you will be a star of tomorrow." Hei Mike took the initiative to step forward and give Lin Feng a high-five.

"Mike, it's an honor to lose."

(End of this chapter)