I'm the boss in the NBA

Chapter 9 Super God Feels So Cool (3203 words)
Su Yi, who came out of the toilet, was greatly changed, which stunned the Curry brothers beside the court and Cole who had just arrived.

"Why did you go to the bathroom for so long? Did you eat in it?" Little Curry didn't know what terrible experience he was going to face soon, so he prodded Su Yi a little by saying something.

"Stinky boy, do you dare to compare shots in one game, and see who has a higher hit rate in a hundred shots. The loser will wash the socks of the other party at night." How could Su Yi be afraid of him? Now he is a top account, MVP attached Body, the trumpet used to bully Curry, the novice village whiteboard and MVP, couldn't be more suitable.

"Bi, bi, as if you could beat me." Stephen Curry despised Su Yi for being so pretending, and vowed to teach him an unforgettable lesson, let him know that real shooters are so cruel, let him There is no courage to resist.

To be honest, Su Yi's appalling shooting percentage is really not worthy of Stephen's attention. In normal shooting training, even Seth can beat Su Yi, let alone himself who is far better than Seth!
Stephen Curry was doing the preparatory actions while thinking wildly in his mind, this guy Su has never dared to challenge my shooting before, so this time he deliberately wanted to take the opportunity to wash my socks so that he could smell the top of the socks.

Hmm~!It's disgusting to think about it, but there is a possibility, Su is such a pervert, otherwise he would have done something like secretly taking photos of us.

"You go first." Su Yi threw the ball to Stephen Curry.

"Hmph, when I finish shooting, you should not have the confidence to shoot." Stephen took the ball and provocatively, in the 45° three-point area on the left, he threw the ball casually, brushing, hollow into the network.

Catch the basketball thrown by Seth, take off again, raise the hand to release the ball, swipe it, and hit it again.

The first twelve balls were hit in a row. The No. 13 ball was a little crooked and hit the basket and missed.

But Curry is Curry, even if it’s just a trumpet, he is very comparable. It’s as if he was not affected, the same movement, the same quick shot, swipe, swipe, and hit consecutively again, just like a dancing boy The movement is coherent, elegant and natural.

With the confirmation of Cole, the temporary referee, Stephen Curry actually voted 100 out of 88, which is simply against the sky. Looking at Stephen himself, he was speechless, as if he didn't believe that he felt so good today.

"How about it? Are you scared? Seeing my grades, do you still have the confidence to challenge me? You won't be about to collapse, or you should give up." Little Curry stimulated Su Yi with a hippie smile. As soon as the results in my mind come out, it seems that there is no need to continue to compare.

"Hmph, it's not over yet, what are you in a hurry for?" Su Yi snorted coldly, jumped up confidently in the 45° three-point area on the left and made a quick shot. The basketball flew across the air and flew towards the basket.

Su Yi took the basketball thrown by Seth Curry and was about to shoot the second ball. In his heart, with his current strength, he didn't even need to watch the result of the first ball. He was already thinking about what to do after shooting a hundred balls. It's a cool pose to humiliate the brat, as for the first ball, why don't you ask!It must be~
Dang, the sound of striking iron came, and Su Yi, who was full of thoughts in his mind, was stunned. Fuck, the MVP of the top account also struck iron!
When making another shot, Su Yi, relying on the ball feel of a top sharpshooter, slightly corrected his shooting strength, and made another shot steadily, swipe~swipe~swipe, counting to No. 20 nine balls, hitting consecutively, and Su Yi was forced to hit the ball in a row. The grid is full, and the number of hits will ask you whether you accept it or not.

There was no time for him to care, Su Yi seemed to be in a hurry, almost throwing 100 balls in one go, he didn't bother to count how many he missed, it seemed that he could count the number of missed shots.

Sure enough, Cole shouted in a trembling voice: "Su Yi, 100 out of 95 goals, Su Yi wins."

Seeing Stephen Curry who was tongue-tied, Su Yi chuckled: "Stephen, I'll leave my socks to you. Be sure to wash them for me tonight!"

Hitting you in the face with your gear is so cool lol.

"No, let's compare again. This time I want to compare CIC with you." At this time, Curry's CIC is actually more accurate than the three-pointer. After all, he is small and weak, and CIC saves effort and is easier to control. Rhythm.

"Compare, but what are you going to bet with me! Whoever loses can wash the other's socks for a month, okay?" Su Yi pinched his chin and thought, this kid won't cry when he sees the coffin, This time we must win a big one.

"No problem, come on!" Stephen was also full of anger, he had already shot beyond the standard, but in the end he met Su Yi, a bad guy who was super godly, so I didn't want to wash his stinky socks, I had to win it back.

This time Curry chose the position one step ahead of the three-point area on the right bottom corner. This time he focused a lot, wiped the sweat on his shorts with both hands, patted the basketball a few times, and jumped up with his hands to shoot. Swipe, hit steadily.

This position is indeed his shooting hotspot. After hitting [-] shots in a row, he hit the iron with one shot. After [-] shots, his small physique also made him panting. They are all shot with a delayed shot speed, and the hit rate has only increased.

Sure enough, Cole shouted from the sidelines: "Stephen, 100 out of 89 mid-range shots."

"YES!" Although he only hit one more three-pointer, Curry knew that this was a super-level performance of his mid-range shot, and this time he used a super slow shooting method to improve his shooting rate. It is used in official competitions, but in order to win, in order not to wash the smelly socks, he no longer thinks so much.

Looking at Su Yi, Stephen felt uneasy. Even if he doesn't know how to shoot in mid-range shots, he can perform superbly.

As if confirming what he thought in his heart, Su Yi quickly threw the basketball from the same position, like beads threaded on a thread, hitting one after another.

Steve Kerr could no longer use a pen to record, because Su Yi cast too fast, he didn't even have time to bow his head to write, he could only do mental calculations while moving his fingers to record.

Finally, Su Yi stopped shooting. Cole read the number 97 and made an OK gesture with his fingers involuntarily. The three fingers symbolized the three missed shots.

"Su Yi, 100 out of 97 shots, Su Yi wins." Cole's voice trembled, as if he was stupid. In his mind, this young guy actually pushed Jordan, the god of basketball, out of his seat with a fart. - shares sat up.

"This shooting speed, this soft touch, this unparalleled confidence, he is the one in my heart!"

At this time, he just wanted to shout loudly: "This is the god of basketball in my heart. The future NBA belongs to the world of sharp shooters, and he is the man sitting on the throne. All superstars and kings will be under him. Trembling under his feet, worshiping, his precise and violent three-point rain will definitely affect the entire league structure."

Seeing the crazy-looking Cole and the dumbfounded Stephen Curry, Su Yi walked up to Curry generously and patted him on the shoulder: "Little Curry, men must keep their promises. I leave the socks to you to wash."

"Su, how did you do it? It's simply too terrifying." Cole chatted after Su Yi like a licking dog.

Although Su Yi didn't pay much attention to him, Cole looked at Su Yi without blinking, watching him practice shooting, layup, ball control, and dunk!
Accurate shooting percentage, elegant flying to the layup, throwing shots, and extremely fast control of the ball on the move.

Of course, there is a fly in the ointment, the ugly and simple forced dunk is really eye-catching, but at least it is much better than the original dunk.

Could it be that Su Ta is the peerless master who is one in a million, no!One in a million can't describe his strength, he is the chosen one standing on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, the sound of clanging irons woke Cole out of his imagination: "Hey! Why has Su's shooting percentage dropped? It must be due to lack of physical strength. Young people must restrain themselves! Physical fitness is the prerequisite for becoming a strong player in the NBA."

After a while, Cole became angry: "Su, did you do it on purpose? Why didn't you focus on shooting the ball? Don't you care about your talent so much! You let me down so much!"

After seeing Su Yi hit the iron continuously and out of rhythm, Cole finally couldn't bear to speak out and reprimanded him. He was like a parent who hates iron and steel, seeing a very talented child addicted to games is simply intolerable .

After Su Yi once again showed Cole the art of blacksmithing, Cole finally believed that Su was really, really no longer the almost omnipotent god he was before.

"Su, can you tell me why there is such a big difference in your strength within a day. What about your confidence, where is your soft touch and superb hit rate?" Cole felt as if his faith had collapsed.

"Steve, don't get excited. I can only say that I seemed to be possessed by the basketball god at that time. I was no longer alone at that time." Su Yi couldn't tell him that he was possessed by Curry at that time. That cute brat must be possessed, of course it is Curry who won the MVP in the future, but how does he explain that Curry in the future will be so strong.

"Go to the god of basketball! The god of basketball shot 90.00 times, and he couldn't shoot [-]% of the shots. If you still think you are possessed by the god of basketball, then I can only Said, your basketball god has already replaced him." Cole yelled at Su Yi angrily.

Cole thinks that Su is perfunctory to him. How can a normal player have such a big difference in shooting feel? As for the basketball god, as a former teammate of the basketball god, how could he not understand that that guy's shooting will never reach this level? level.

Su Yi also wanted to tell him, yes, it seems that Stephen Curry was called the god of cuteness in those years, and he was also the god of basketball.

"Just tell me what you need to do to find that feeling again and shoot that high hit." Cole still didn't want to give up. This is the magic pitcher he finally found, the son of heaven!It disappeared in less than an hour.

"Ah! I think it will take some time, maybe a bit long. But I will definitely achieve it." Su Yi didn't expect Cole to be so serious.

Looking at Cole's green eyes, why does Su Yi feel that this guy wants to knock himself out, and then put him on the operating table for dissection, and tear open his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys to find the disappeared Chosen One!

Damn, paranoia is the worst kind of thing.

(End of this chapter)