NBA: I am the card dealer

Chapter 6 There are eyes on the back of the head!

That’s right!

This is what Xue Liancheng wants.

By calming everyone down, people will have a deep impression on him.

Even if this impression is bad, as long as the ball goes in, in other words, this person is very strong and can make this kind of ball.

in this way.

In the future, when there is a shortage of major generals, old man Kelin will think of him.

——He won't tell others because he's afraid that if he doesn't vote, he won't have a chance to vote this time.

After all, according to his previous playing time, it was only more than one minute.

In this more than a minute, if you are replaced without touching the ball, wouldn't it be a waste of the skill of 100% hitting in the half?

and so.

To be on the safe side, he surrendered first.

After a brief silence, an earth-shattering roar erupted from the scene.

People were amazed by Xue Liancheng's goal.

"Xue! That's awesome!" Feng Lai gave Xue Liancheng a thumbs up when he stepped back.

"You just discovered it now?" Xue Liancheng shrugged.

But instead of retreating with Feng Lai, he went straight to the frontcourt.

This operation is again incomprehensible.

What the hell?

This guy wouldn't just score a three-pointer and get carried away, right?

Feng Lai, who passed by him, also had a question mark on his face and couldn't help but remind him, "Xue, what are you doing?"

Xue Liancheng did not respond. He hunched over like a cheetah, looking ready to attack.

The others looked confused, but Klin's eyes lit up on the sidelines. His eyes fell on Staskas who was preparing to catch the ball in the frontcourt, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

as predicted.

Xue Liancheng, who was lying on his back, attacked him directly.

Staskas stumbled and almost fell.

But Xue Liancheng didn't give up and continued to post it.

Staskas tilted his head: "..."

That expression seemed to say: What are you doing?

"Klin asked me to come up and say hello to your mother." Xue Liancheng smiled brightly and continued to squeeze each other while leaning on his shoulder.

Thanks to the flag of his father, Xue Changlin, he started learning English at the age of thirteen, so he is very fluent in English.

After all, to enter the NBA league, fluent English is essential.

But it was obvious that Staskas didn't understand the meaning of "say hello to mom" and he politely replied, "Thank you!"

"You shot a good three-pointer." Xue Liancheng was speechless, but his body movements did not stop.

Staskas couldn't catch the ball and was a little anxious, "Thank you for the compliment, but can you please don't tease me?"

"I heard that the best player in the top ten leagues this year is already yours. Come on... let me see your style." Although Xue Liancheng still squeezed Staskas, his movements were restrained.

His purpose is to consume the opponent. If the opponent cannot catch the ball and makes too many body movements without the ball, he will easily be caught by the referee for a foul.

"Don't worry, I'll let you see my style." Stauskas smiled confidently, and glanced at Xue Liancheng sarcastically.

He wasn't even afraid of those black men, how could he be afraid of someone with yellow skin?

Naturally, he would not take Xue Liancheng seriously.

Even subconsciously, there is a bit of contempt.

Xue Liancheng said with a smile, "Then I will wait and see."

Stauskas ignored him, and after receiving the ball smoothly, he wanted to rush forward as soon as he accelerated.

But after taking only two steps, he felt as if his feet were filled with lead and it was difficult to walk.

A dribble came from behind, but a pair of big hands grabbed it. He was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back to protect the ball.

After regaining his balance, he walked crookedly across the midfield, pushed by Xue Liancheng.

And time has gone by for 10 seconds.

"Man, why can't you even dribble well? This is not the level that the best player in the Big Ten Conference should have." Xue Liancheng said disappointedly.

Staskas snorted coldly, "Humph..."

"You can't even pass me, how dare you call yourself the best player in the Big Ten?" Xue Liancheng provoked again.

Staskas was very angry. He felt like there was a plaster on his body that he couldn't get rid of.

Slowly change the rhythm, turn around with your back, speed up the sprint, dribble continuously under the crotch to change the direction...

After a series of actions, he still couldn't get rid of the opponent.

He wanted to pass the ball, but what the other party said made him unable to hold back his face.

Yes!

He is the strongest contender for the best player in the Big Ten Conference!

If you can't even get past a yellow-skinned Asian, how can you have the nerve to accept this award?

What a shame!

But continuing to waste it like this is not an option.

As soon as his mind moved, he wanted to call a pick-and-roll.

Xue Liancheng seemed to be the roundworm in his heart, "Are you going to call a pick-and-roll?"

The hand Staskas just raised stiffened on the spot.

"Actually, it's normal to call it a pick-and-roll. After all, basketball is a team sport, but if you do this, then you are definitely not the best player in my mind." Xue Liancheng continued.

"Shut your mouth!" Staskas said coldly.

"Actually, being able to recognize oneself is also a kind of relief."

Another meaning of this is that the level is average and the ability is limited, so let's admit it and don't hold on.

Staskas stared at Xue Liancheng in front of him, gritted his teeth and said harshly, "Ah...I want to deal with you..."

But the words have not yet fallen.

He felt that his hands were empty and the ball had disappeared.

what's the situation?

By the time he reacted, Xue Liancheng was already galloping towards his frontcourt.

Stealed?

Stauskas' mind went blank.

Players from both sides quickly chased back.

Xue Liancheng's speed was indeed limited. When he came to the restricted area, he was overtaken by the talented Robinson.

In this situation, if you choose to go for a layup, you are likely to be blocked.

But he took his time and raised his hand to throw the ball back.

Very casual, very careless movements.

People who don't know will definitely think that the ball was lost.

But Feng Lai, who followed closely behind, received the ball very comfortably, followed the trend, and directly made a powerful dunk.

The whole place was boiling.

This yellow-skinned boy can do it!

As soon as he came on the court, he contributed a three-pointer, a steal, and an exquisite assist.

"Xue! This pass is great!" Feng Lai beat his chest, like a male gorilla.

Xue Liancheng looked neither happy nor sad, "It was you who dunked well!"

Without saying this, he continued to move closer to Staskas and continued to pull.

Although he seemed calm, his mood at this moment was indescribable.

The ability to predict in 0.1 seconds allowed him to discover a new continent.

Every move and every dribble Staskas makes seems to have a trajectory and a trace to follow.

He took advantage of this absolute ability to predict and kept entangled with Staskas without being passed.

He even used Staskas' inertial dribbling to complete a perfect steal.

Although he can't run fast, jump high, and has limited athletic ability.

But all the players on the court, whether they are opponents or teammates, come to his mind, and he knows exactly what they do and where they are.

And based on his ability to sense the actions of players on the court, he knew early on that the person following him was Feng Lai.

Only then did the back of his head flick out as if it had eyes.

A wonderful collaboration was completed.