pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 291 Bad Start

Oscar dribbled the ball indifferently and took two steps back, standing on the edge of the logo area.

There are only two options in this position, either to complete the action through a run-up, or to directly shoot a super long three-pointer.

While Mu Chenfeng was still guessing, Oscar made a preparatory action for shooting, and then shot a super long three-pointer. After the basketball drew a precise arc in the air, it fell perfectly into the basket.

Wow!

The teammates couldn't help rushing into the court to celebrate the victory with Oscar. Let alone Mu Chenfeng, even James Bryant might not be able to make a three-pointer from this distance.

Mu Chenfeng is so unfortunate that even this kind of ball can hit his soul with one shot. Today's Oscar is in a hot state.

"It's your turn." Oscar easily threw the basketball to Mu Chenfeng, and the pressure instantly shifted to his hands.

Holding the basketball and walking to the position where Oscar just made a shot, Mu Chenfeng hesitated a little. The moment he stood in the logo area, the basket instantly became much smaller. The basket he saw from his position was almost a dot, and it was not easy to walk through Yang at a distance of 10 meters.

Mu Chenfeng sighed, staring at the basket with both eyes, fiddled with the basketball a few times with his fingers, and after finding the feeling of the shot, the power poured out from bottom to top, passed it to his fingers, and threw the ball. The basketball flew in the air for a certain distance and then began to fall. The trajectory was very straight, and it went straight to the basket.

"Have you got the ball?" The UCLA players looked at the basketball with unbelievable eyes. Mu Chenfeng actually had a shot power that could not lose to Oscar, and he could maintain the stability of his shots in the logo area, which was not easy.

clang!
It's a pity that the shot lacked strength at the end. Although the trajectory was very positive, it only hit the front edge of the basket, and the shot missed.

After confirming that Mu Chenfeng struck the iron, Oscar breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, he didn't pay much attention to Mu Chenfeng's shot, but his shot became more and more similar, and a little bit of worry arose, but with the crisp sound of the iron striking, all worries disappeared.

Mu Chenfeng got his second letter "O". For a game with only five letters, he became very passive after receiving two letters. In addition, Oscar still made the first move. In his first offensive round, he made an abnormal ultra-long three-pointer. His subsequent moves will only become more difficult.

Mu Chenfeng thought that he had already made enough mental preparations, but he still didn't expect that Oscar's next move would be so perverted.

Oscar's attack chose to break through the basket. His two attacks simply crossed the extremes of the offense, changing from the longest distance to the shortest distance in an instant.

"Just a normal layup," Felix muttered.

The person next to him shook his head, "This is no ordinary layup."

Following the discussion of the crowd, Oscar took off, and his body turned 180° in the air, changing from a frontal layup to a reverse layup.

"It's just a counter-basket, it's not surprising." Felix said.

"Do you think there will be such a simple movement in the house game?"

After completing the rotation, Oscar flipped his wrist lightly, and quickly moved the basketball with his fingers, causing the ball to spin violently. Accompanied by the strong rotation, the basketball flew towards the backboard. The moment it touched the backboard, because the ball was in a high-rotation state, it rubbed against the backboard violently, forcing the basketball to change its original flight path and shoot into the basket with an extremely strange rebound path.

"This is a jelly layup." Felix looked at Oscar with surprised eyes. Some time ago, the jelly layup was very popular, and many people tried to imitate it. Felix himself was no exception, but he had never seen such an exaggerated jelly layup. Obviously the basketball was no longer on track.

Felix gradually believed what the person next to him said just now, everything in house's game is not simple.

Mu Chenfeng imitated Oscar's jelly layup, but unfortunately failed, almost the same movement, the same hitting position, but the results of the two were very different.

"What's the problem?" Mu Chenfeng lowered his head and pondered, obviously he had tried to restore Oscar's jelly layup as much as possible, but he was far from the goal.

"He only knows that the appearance is similar but the spirit is not similar. The jelly layup is not just a superficial skill, it contains many things that cannot be imitated."

"Like what?" Felix asked.

"For example: feel."

Mu Chenfeng's and Oscar's jelly layups look exactly the same on the surface, but there are still slight differences in rotation, strength, shot timing, and hitting angle. There is a slight difference in every position, and the accumulation of small amounts adds up to two completely different results.

To enter or not to enter.

Mu Chenfeng looked at Oscar with anxious eyes, and the other party responded with indifferent eyes.

"That's the gap between us."

Mu Chenfeng has already received his third letter, and he is only two balls away from losing the game.

And the initiative is still firmly controlled by Oscar in his own hands.

In the next two balls, Mu Chenfeng also failed to imitate, and was forced to collect the five letters of "house", and the game ended with an extremely disparate score.

At this moment, Mu Chenfeng finally realized the gap between himself and the other players, but Mu Chenfeng did not gain nothing. He had already proved his ability with actions. Although he failed to score a goal, he fell short of the goal every time, and he successfully discovered something to be ashamed of from Oscar.

"I lost." Mu Chenfeng lowered his head and said to the others.

"Then follow the rules and come back tomorrow to enroll in the team." Oscar said slowly, "Go back and have a good rest, adjust the jet lag, and we will have a chance to fight again in the future."

The 12-hour time difference is not a joke. Mu Chenfeng didn't feel tired during the match just now, but immediately after the match ended, a deep sense of fatigue followed. The lack of sleep during the day and the tense nerves made Mu Chenfeng a little overwhelmed.

"Hurry up and go back to rest." Felix said, "The game can be played at any time, but the body must not collapse. You can officially join the team tomorrow, which is not too late."

Having said that, Mu Chenfeng was upset about losing the game. This was his first game at UCLA. Although it was not an official game, he also attached great importance to it, but the result was not the same as he expected. He wanted to show his basketball skills in front of his new teammates, but he never thought that the loss would be so ugly. Not only did he not show his level, but he also lost face.

"What a bad start." Mu Chenfeng said to himself while lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling.

His UCLA tour began with a loss.

(End of this chapter)