pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 103

This scene seems familiar.

Like Nanling, the losers have to leave their names on the graffiti wall, but here they leave their jerseys.

The forms are different, but the effect is very similar. They are all "insults" to the losers.

Losing the jersey means that you are a complete loser.

"Anyone else wants to come?" The man stood in front of everyone, looking like a man in charge, and behind him was the basketball court, where everyone wanted to go.

Henry made the first failed attempt and lost cleanly. This also let everyone see the man's level clearly. No one is sure that he can beat him. Instead of humiliating himself, it is better to wait and see what happens and see the reactions of others first.

After a moment of stalemate, no one responded, the man turned around helplessly, "You guys are smart."

"Wait a minute!" The man was stopped by Mu Chenfeng.

"Are you Chinese?" Listening to the accent, the man knew Mu Chenfeng's identity as a Chinese.

"En." Mu Chenfeng nodded.

"Is the jersey ready?" The man raised his eyebrows.

Mu Chenfeng shook his head, "No."

"Get your jersey ready and talk to me!"

"It's not necessary!" Mu Chenfeng said forcefully.

It's been a long time since anyone spoke to a man in such a tone.

"I won't lose." Mu Chenfeng stood at the front of the team without the slightest wavering.

Um?Mu Chenfeng's "stubbornness" greatly increased the man's interest, he was a stubble.

"Give me a chance." Mu Chenfeng "begged".

The man paused, and looked at the team members behind Mu Chenfeng. Among them, there were many people who were stronger than Mu Chenfeng, but none of them stood up immediately, "Okay, I'll let you die quickly."

"I have one more request!" Mu Chenfeng hurriedly said.

"what?"

"If I win, let us all pass!" Mu Chenfeng increased his chips to fight for opportunities for others.

"Then you are going to lose? One jersey is not enough." The man asked.

"Add him!" Mu Chenfeng pointed to the aj32 on his feet, which were his favorite combat boots.

He bet all his boots, this kid wasted a lot of money. In fact, the bet itself is not aj32, but the dignity of a basketball player. If a player can't even keep his boots, then he is not worthy of being a player.

"Okay, I promise you." The man agreed softly, "This is your own choice, if you lose, just get out."

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Is it worth it to gamble your life for these kids?" the man asked casually.

"It's worth it, because we are all eliminated, and we need this opportunity." Mu Chenfeng replied seriously.

The man stopped and turned to Mu Chenfeng, "You Chinese are always like this. You think of others. In the end, you are the only one who gets hurt. They won't remember your kindness."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Chenfeng didn't care about these things, "That's their business, I only follow my own ideas, this time, I will fight for them."

The man glanced down at the aj32 on Mu Chenfeng's feet, "What size are the shoes?"

Mu Chenfeng froze for a moment, "46 yards, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'll just ask and see if I can wear these shoes myself." From the man's point of view, Mu Chenfeng is doomed for this pair of shoes.

This is quite advanced trash talk, without any dirty words, but it exerts tremendous pressure on people invisible.

"I hope you can take it seriously." Mu Chenfeng begged.

Betting such a big bet, you should ask yourself to release the water. This kid actually wants to take it seriously by himself. He really doesn't understand the "weird" thinking of the Chinese.

"Okay." The man slowly spread his hands behind his back.

"Can he do it?" Some people questioned Mu Chenfeng's strength. After all, his performance in the training camp is obvious to all. His strength is not considered strong, so he is not optimistic about him.

"At least they have stood up." Henry retorted forcefully with his hands on his shoulders, "Unlike you, you don't even have the courage to stand up."

Henry didn't realize that his face-saving remarks caused dissatisfaction among others, and everyone stared at him with slightly angry eyes.

However, Henry didn't know where the courage came from, and he didn't hesitate at all, "Did I say something wrong? Someone will stand up for you, and you still doubt him, so if you have the ability to do it yourself."

The people who said this had no temper, and what Henry said was right, which made everyone somewhat embarrassed.

A group of Americans actually need a Chinese to stand in for them.

After understanding the truth, his attitude changed quickly, and everyone began to cheer for Mu Chenfeng.

"Come on! Chinese boy!"

"Give him some color!"

These cheering sounds reached the ears of the middle-aged man. He did not expect that an ordinary Chinese could have such an influence, awakening others by himself.

Looking at Mu Chenfeng again, as if he didn't hear it, he was all focused on the game. This is a "32" game, so he can't be careless.

In Mu Chenfeng's first attack, he tried some fake moves, but he didn't pass the man. It turned out that he was not only good at football, but also had two skills in basketball. Simple tentative moves didn't work.

"Who the hell is he?" Seeing the man's standard basketball defensive posture not only makes people doubt his identity, but these two moves are not something that can be done half-heartedly. Only a professional basketball trainer can achieve such solid basic skills.

But from the way he plays, he looks like a professional football player.

Although both basketball and football belong to ball games and do not cross borders, and there are also many basketball superstars who are also highly talented in football, but after all, they are interlaced like a mountain, and football can only become their hobby because of their specialization in skills. There is no way to compare with guys who eat.

It's rare to see someone as professional in basketball and football as he is.

"Come on!" The man's center of gravity was very low, his horse stance was solid, his hands were outstretched, and he kept harassing before the basketball landed.

Mu Chenfeng also lowered his center of gravity, sending his shoulders to the left, leading the man's center of gravity over, but he did not continue to break through to the left, turned his right hand over, dribbled the ball to the right, and at the same time pulled his body back to the right.

The smooth operation makes the opponent unable to react in time, and the first ball is also the last ball.

"Come in!" Henry jumped up, so that everyone can use the venue.

"It's quite a set." The man praised, "I must get this pair of shoes this time."

"Thank you." Mu Chenfeng bowed politely to the other party.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a beautiful girl's voice came.

"There are still girls here?" Everyone's eyes were focused on a tall, handsome blonde with gold-rimmed glasses. Although she was wearing sportswear, it didn't affect her figure in the slightest.

"I'll go." Everyone stared blankly.

"What time is this, you guys haven't come in yet, what are you waiting for?" the girl asked in a serious tone.

"This..." everyone's eyes moved from the girl to the middle-aged man.

It was him who stopped the campers.

"Louis? Why are you here?" the girl asked when she saw the man.

"Louis?" Except for the five members of the international team, the others said the same name in unison. He is the famous basketball trainer Louis.

"Alice" Louis replied awkwardly.

"You did something good again?" Alice walked over with an indescribable murderous look.

"I also want to test the strength of these campers in advance, so as to make a training plan." Louis's ability to make up excuses is getting better day by day.

"What is this?" Alice found the jersey in Louis' hands, "Give them back the jersey!"

return?Henry finally came to his senses, there was no such thing as "blocking" at all, everything was Louis' "prank", so was the betting on the jersey, and so was the falling rock.

"Give me back the jersey!" Henry leapt forward and rushed towards Louis.

"Let's talk if you can catch up with me!" Louis ran away, waving his "trophy" in his hand.

Is this guy really in his thirties?

(End of this chapter)