Basketball Myth: Super Guard

Chapter 65
Nantong Street is not very far from Qin Hao's home, but Qin Hao came to Nantong Street in ten minutes, and found the Nantong Street Community Stadium according to his memory.

From a distance, the sound of playing ball was heard, accompanied by various shouts.

"What are you doing? Pass the ball."

"Here, give it to me. Zhao Jian, what are you thinking? I have an empty seat here. It should have been passed to me just now. It's a waste of opportunity."

"Prevent them well and prevent them from scoring easily."

Hearing the yelling, Qin Hao smiled.

In fact, Qin Hao is no stranger to the stadium on Nantong Street. He used to come here often, but now because of training, the stadium on Nantong Street has more people and is not suitable for training.So not counting the beginning, this is the first time Qin Hao came to this stadium.

The ground of this stadium is covered with plastic, the backboard is made of tempered glass, and there are nets. There are even rows of wooden benches on the sidelines as spectator seats, and many people sit on them.

Some are people in jerseys, resting on the sidelines, and some are spectators, just watching the game.

When Qin Hao walked into the court, he saw three-on-three bullfights on both sides of the court, and they were all adults. A few people on one side were particularly eye-catching, because they were all tall, about 1.8 meters in height. This kind of community court, such a height is already very advantageous.

And these people still have glaring tattoos on their arms, no wonder Bancuntou calls them "community people".

"At the beginning, I heard that there was such a group of people who would come to Nantong Street sometimes. Once they came, they would occupy the court and not let others play." Qin Hao sat down in the auditorium next to him, intending to observe the level of these people first. , He had heard of these people back then, but he hadn't met them a few times.

As soon as he sat down, he heard a skinny young man with dark skin, about 1.7 meters tall, muttering unhappily: "Damn, this group of people is too hateful? It's nothing to play, but there are only a dozen of them. , insisting on occupying both sides of the court and not letting others play, what is this?"

"This is the ball bully." The person next to him was also very angry, but then he shrank his neck and persuaded: "Brother Xing, forget it, these people are all bastards, can't we afford to provoke or hide?"

"I just can't get angry, why?" Brother Xing shouted, but he didn't dare to make it too loud, for fear of being heard by those bastards.

Qin Hao observed for a while, and found that there were many people who had the same grievances as them, many of them were students, and they were all sitting on the sidelines, angry, but they didn't dare to provoke those people.

on the field.

A few clubbers played three-on-three. What surprised Qin Hao was that the strength of the few people was not bad, especially a guy with long hair who tied his hair in a bun on the top of his head and had a tattoo on his neck. , the height is only 1.8 meters, dark skin, good bounce and speed, good ball handling skills, but the movements are a bit fancy, biased towards street ball, a bit flashy.

But in this kind of field, the man with the bun is already considered a master.

"Hey, how long are you going to fight?"

After waiting for a while, Brother Xing couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted to the field: "Are you still unreasonable? There are so many people waiting below, let's watch you play."

A few people on the field stopped, and they were obviously headed by the man with the bun. They exchanged glances, and the man with the bun said, "You want to play? Yes, you can form a team and play three-on-three with us. We won. Continue to fight, if you lose, get out, do you dare to come?"

Feeling the contempt of the man with the bun, Brother Xing was stimulated: "If you don't dare to fight, you can fight, three-on-three, six balls, and loser."

"Okay." The bun-haired man smiled, and ordered two people, including himself, a total of three, and hooked his fingers at Brother Xing, "Then come on."

Seeing the excitement here, many people gathered around and stood outside the stadium.

Some people are still discussing, and they are not optimistic about Brother Xing and others.

Qin Hao watched with great interest, and didn't intend to make a move now. He also came to watch the fun, anyway, let's take a look first and then talk.

But the excitement ended in a short time. Brother Xing picked two teammates, but the three were not as good as each other in terms of physical fitness and skills. After a while, they were beaten 6:0 by others. It was a one-sided massacre. There is no suspense.

"6:0, you lost." The man with the bun sneered, and said without cutting, "You dare to stand out at this level, and you want to eat ass. Get out, I covered this stadium, don't show up here in the future gone."

Brother Xing gritted his teeth, finally just snorted, turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "You said you covered this stadium?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help being stunned, Brother Xing also stopped, followed the voice, but saw a young man, who looked less than 1.8 meters, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and looked a little immature, Holding a basketball in hand and smiling.

The man with the bun frowned and looked at Qin Hao: "So what? Little brother-brother, this is not something you should join in the fun, go and have fun."

"I'm not young anymore, and I'll grow up." Qin Hao didn't care if they understood such sao words, separated from the crowd, and came to the field, "Also, I'm here to challenge the field, do you dare to challenge?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Choose the field, just him?"

"This kid is crazy. He looks like he's still a middle school student, right? Didn't he see those society people stabbing dragons and drawing tigers? How dare you provoke them?"

People whispered.

Some people kindly advised Qin Hao: "Little brother, don't be impulsive. We really want to play, but we really can't provoke them, and we can't play, forget it."

Qin Hao smiled slightly, and only looked at the man with the bun: "One on one, hit ten balls, whoever gets ten goals first wins, and the loser keeps his jersey and gets out."

The man with the bun looked Qin Hao up and down, not understanding where this little guy got his confidence and why he was so crazy, but after thinking about it, he smiled: "Okay, since you are looking for abuse, then I will help you. Just do it You said, play ten balls, the loser will leave his jersey and get out."

"No." Qin Hao shook his head, "What I'm saying is, if you lose, all of you have to leave your jerseys, get out shirtless, and you are not allowed to come to this stadium again in the future."

"No problem." The bun-haired man agreed without even thinking about it. Anyway, he won for sure.

This time the crowd exploded, and it was even more lively than before. The people in the opposite half stopped playing, and all ran over and gathered around the sidelines.

Brother Xing didn't leave either, but just looked at Qin Hao and shook his head: "This little brother is very courageous, but most likely he is no match for him, and I'm afraid he will suffer."

The people next to him nodded. No one was optimistic about Qin Hao, and they didn't think he could win. After all, Qin Hao looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his height was less than 1.8 meters, so he didn't seem very powerful.

How could this be the match of the man with the bun?
(End of this chapter)