professional shooting guard

Chapter 45 Prove with Victory

When Zhang Zifeng was full of energy, his shooting percentage was quite high, whether it was three-pointers or two-pointers.

Relying on Zhang Zifeng's fiery touch, Duke University led Syracuse University 19:11.

As the minutes passed, Duke University continued to take the lead relying on Zhang Zifeng's hot touch.

Seeing no way to close the score, Syracuse head coach Jim Burnheim put Grant back on the field.

Syracuse University counterattacked, Zhang Zifeng was a stubble, and it was difficult to attack.

Grant no longer wanted to challenge Zhang Zifeng one-on-one. He passed the ball to Ennis' organization, and he ran inside to grab a position.

As soon as he ran to the inside, Grant stuck Zhang Zifeng behind him, raised his right hand high, and signaled his teammates to pass the ball.

After receiving the ball near the free throw line, Grant took advantage of his height and weight, slammed his butt, and pushed Zhang Zifeng a few steps away.

Pushing forward to the basket step by step, he turned around and scored the ball against Zhang Zifeng's block.

Jim Burnham nodded when he saw it: Yes, that's how Grant did it, making use of his own advantages.

Grant ran back, Zhang Zifeng followed and continued to shout, "What's the matter, don't use your lame breakthrough. You are too scared to challenge me!"

"Oh, yes, I have lost so many times..."

Seeing Zhang Zifeng talking non-stop again, Grant shouted impatiently, "Shut up, I scored the goal just now, not you. Don't fucking talk nonsense!"

"You're so proud, you just scored one goal, and I scored 10 points. 10 to 2, understand?" Zhang Zifeng shouted arrogantly.

Running to the frontcourt, Zhang Zifeng received the ball.

When Zhang Zifeng broke through to the penalty area, he missed a jumper under the interference of Grant.

Fortunately, the rebound was grabbed by Jefferson, and he avoided Robertson's block at the basket and scored 2 points.

Seeing that Zhang Zifeng missed a shot in his own defense, Grant also challenged him: "The best shooting guard in the United States, hmph, that's all!"

Zhang Zifeng shot back directly: "It was that bastard who was beaten by me just now, and was pressed on the bench to reflect. Idiot!"

"Really, come here if you have the ability!"

"This level of trash talking is like pissing me off? Go back and do it again! Idiot!"

Enduring his anger, Grant ran to the frontcourt and grabbed the position.

Coleman and Robertson ran to the weak side and made room for him to play singles.

After receiving a pass from his teammate, Grant hit Zhang Zifeng on the back.

Grant is 2.03 meters and weighs 95 kilograms, while Zhang Zifeng is 1.97 meters and weighs 87 kilograms.

Height and weight do not have an advantage. When Grant grabs a position in the interior, Zhang Zifeng suffers when defending.

Dribble with your back and drive to the basket.

Grant relied on his body to force Zhang Zifeng, turned around and hit the board to score.

When Grant ran back, he shouted arrogantly at Zhang Zifeng, "See, idiot, you can't guard against me!"

Zhang Zifeng doesn't care at all, that bastard Hood talked better than you in the school training match before.

"I scored 10 points, how much did you score, oh. It's only 4 points! Damn, a fool with 4 points dares to challenge me..."

At the transition of offense and defense, Grant followed Zhang Zifeng like a wolf, ready to pounce at any time and snatch the ball from Zhang Zifeng's hands.

Although he couldn't grab the ball, Grant believed that as long as he kept pestering Zhang Zifeng like this, the Chinese wouldn't last long.

Grant is very confident, he can kill Zhang Zifeng with energy!
Zhang Zifeng sneered in his heart, flicked his wrist, and lobbed a high ball to Plumlee on the inside.

The ball was in the hands of Plumlee, he protected the ball and hit Coleman with his back.

This piece of Zifeng started, he shook off Grant, and cut to the basket.

Seeing this, Plumlee hit the ground and passed the ball to Zhang Zifeng.

Robertson had already settled down at the basket. Seeing that Zhang Zifeng was about to make a layup, he jumped up and raised his hands high.

Behind Zhang Zifeng, Grant did not give up chasing, seeing that he was in a pincer attack.

Zhang Zifeng kicked hard, and his whole body took off.

"If you still want to score goals at this time, you will die!"

Robertson glared at Zhang Zifeng, stretching out his broad palms as much as possible, as long as this bastard dared to come, even if he made a foul, he would be beaten to death by this nasty bastard.

At the highest point, Zhang Zifeng shrank his body and used the strength of his waist and abdomen to retract the raised ball.A pass behind the back finds Plumlee and the ball is delivered.

Immediately after Plumlee got the ball, he dunked vigorously. At this time, Robertson had just had time to turn around.

Zhang Zifeng cursed inwardly, hum!I really thought I was a fool.After playing so many games, you can only play recklessly, don't you know how to adjust yourself on the court?
"Bastard, you're scared under Lao Tzu's defense. Don't dare to come again!" Grant also tried to provoke Zhang Zifeng.

If you dare to talk trash at me, I will be afraid of you!

Zhang Zifeng couldn't even think about it, so he spouted, "You idiot, don't use your stupid head to think about me as a genius. Genius, do you understand that I will judge according to the situation on the field. Forget it, I'm with you Why are the muscle sticks talking about this. You don't understand at all..."

Listening to Zhang Zifeng's endless insults, Grant really wanted to give himself a slap in the face.

Knowing that this bastard is full of trash talk, why go to provoke this bastard by yourself.

Grant vowed never to bicker with the bastard again, it would make him look like an idiot.

Grant decided to use actions to teach Zhang Zifeng a lesson, buttocks, and pushed Zhang Zifeng away.

When Grant received the ball and turned to shoot, he saw Plumlee pounce.

Grant didn't hit hard and gave the ball to Coleman.

Coleman made a layup and scored 2 points.

Seeing that Zhang Zifeng was suffering from defending Grant, Old K called a timeout.

"Hood, you go, Hairston, you go, you go to defend Grant. Jack, you go back to shooting guard, go to defend Trevor Cooney." Old K said holding the tactical board.

"What?" Hood's face changed slightly.

Zhang Zifeng performed well in this game, but Hood was a bit bleak, and he only scored 3 points so far.

He also thought that Zhang Zifeng would be forced by Grant again and again, and the old coach K would replace Zhang Zifeng and let him focus on offense.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be him, defending against a defensive forward.

Old K ignored Hood and clapped his hands: "Everyone work hard, don't forget that this is our home field, don't let the other party play wild here!"

"Yes, coach!" the players shouted in unison.

The game restarted, and it was Duke's turn to attack, and Grant was marking Zhang Zifeng all over the court.

Wherever Zhang Zifeng ran, he chased him there, and even interfered with Zhang Zifeng's receiving the ball.

Zhang Zifeng ran to the outside line and arched his back to receive the ball from Grant.

Zhang Zifeng made a gesture to break through, but his eyes were on Plumlee.

Grant saw that the body was turned sideways.

Zhang Zifeng stopped in a hurry and withdrew three cents away, but the ball passed to Cook on the other side.

Cook adjusted after receiving the ball, jumped up and shot.

Although Cook's shooting is not as fast as Zhang Zifeng's, it is stable enough.

Three point hit.

Zhang Zifeng and Cook clapped hands to celebrate: "Good job!"

Syracuse University attacked, and when Grant ran to the inside, it was Haiston who greeted him.

Grant said disdainfully: "Where is that bastard Chinese? He can't deal with me, so he dare not come."

Hairstone was not a nag, he ignored Grant, but stuck Grant behind him.

Grant has a height advantage over Zhang Zifeng, but Hairstone is also 2.02 meters tall.

Grant has no advantage in front of him.

After a few tries, Grant couldn't push the ball, so Grant chose to pass the ball.

Syracuse University is not the kind of opponent that restricts Grant and will not attack. They still have many good players.

Ennis used the screen to tear open Duke's defense, then passed the ball to the open Vaukuni.

Vokuni hit a three-pointer.

Sure enough, the Atlantic Coast League is a dead zone, and no team is weak.Zhang Zifeng sighed secretly in his heart.

　Thank you for the recommendation tickets of "Brother Yang", "Hua Qiyang", "Where is the Breeze?

　　


(End of this chapter)