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He thought that he could win heads-up, but he didn't expect that he would still fail. Is this Chinese kid still a special person?

Lao Tzu will never admit defeat!

The first two times, it was Lao Tzu who was too proud.

This time, Lao Tzu has to save a little face.

George. Smith gritted his teeth and went to pick up the ball himself.

When he walked back to the position of the middle line, and then looked at Zheng Zhefan who was blocking in front of him, he felt that the other party was simply a big mountain, a mountain that he could not cross.

"Zheng, this time, I won't let you succeed in defense! I've learned the lessons of the previous two times, and now, I know what to do with you. "George. Smith said.

"Come on!" Zheng Zhefan beckoned to him.

"Lao Tzu, here!" George. Smith cursed and began to dribble slowly, pushing forward little by little.

He intends to move forward like a tank, no longer to break through, but to crush.

He felt that he was stronger than Zheng Zhefan, and if Zheng Zhefan stood in the way, he would go on a rampage directly and push him to the front!

"Huh!"

Zheng Zhefan smiled, and with a shake of his body, he arrived at George. In front of Smith.

George. Smithton was shocked that it was too fast.

George. Smith's conditioned reflex was general, he wanted to turn around and protect the ball, and at the same time, he carried Zheng Zhefan aside with his butt.

However, his reaction speed is really too slow, compared to Zheng Zhefan, how slow is he by more than a beat?

As soon as Zheng Zhefan stretched out his hand, he put George. Smith snatched the ball away.

Then, as soon as he turned, he threw his hand at the basket.

"Poof!"

The ball goes into the basket.

George. Smith attacked three with the ball, three were tackled by Zheng Zhefan, two were stealed, and one was blocked.

Now, Zheng Zhefan has hit three balls, two of which are three-pointers, one two-pointer, and eight-pointer! Zheng Zhefan to George. Smith shaved his head.

"Now, it's my turn to attack, right?" Zheng Zhefan glanced at George. Smith, smiling.

"Yes, yes! It's your turn to attack. "George. Smith looked frustrated.

He was now completely disheartened.

He knew that he had no chance of winning against Zheng Zhefan.

Now, he has lost all his fighting spirit.

Zheng Zhefan smiled and took the ball to the halfway line, and he rushed to George. Smith beckoned, "Come on!" Come on! It's your turn to defend. ”

George. Smith was in a strong spirit, he stretched out his arms like an old hen and shook his body, jumping and jumping like a gorilla, and leaned towards Zheng Zhefan.

Zheng Zhefan smiled, and he threw the ball to the basket with his right hand.

"Whoosh!"

The ball was thrown by him in a perfect parabola.

"Huh?"

George. Smith reflexively jumped to his feet to reach the ball.

Unfortunately, the ball was so high that it couldn't be touched.

"Poof!"

The basketball once again went into the basket perfectly, and Zheng Zhefan got three points.

"Zheng, it's very boring for you to do this, you know? Streetball is not the same as competitive basketball in the NBA! Streetballs, first of all, make sure they look good! To play well, that's the first thing, and scoring or something, it's secondary! Your basketball is ugly, no one likes it, and if you play beautiful basketball, I will lose convincingly. "George. Smith said.

"Do you play beautiful basketball?" Zheng Zhefan smiled.

"Yes, nice basketball! Will you? If not, I can teach you! "George. Smith looks like a good teacher.

"Isn't that so?" Zheng Zhefan said, and made a few beautiful crotch dribbles on the ground.

"That's right! That's it, in fact, dribbling in the crotch can be more beautiful, let me show you. "George. Smith said enthusiastically.

"Nope! We're not done yet, George, come and defend me, let me break through you! I'm going to show you what a really sharp breakthrough is! Zheng Zhefan said.

As soon as he spoke, he realized that he seemed to be in a relationship with George. Smith was distracted.

Zheng Zhefan was funny in his heart.

He sped up and rushed towards George.

George blocked left and right, blocking Zheng Zhefan's way.

Zheng Zhefan accelerated and rushed to the right, very fast.

George. Smith gritted his teeth and hurried over to block it, and at the same time wanted to grab a handful of Zheng Zhefan's ball.

Zheng Zhefan smiled, changed direction suddenly, and rushed to the right with the ball all of a sudden.

George. Smith was shocked.

He scrambled to turn back, but his feet slipped and he fell to the ground.

"Wow!"

The surrounding spectators exclaimed.

"Lightning George is shaken down!"

"The speed of the Chinese kid is really much faster than George, look at his change of direction, it is so abrupt, and so fast, it is too difficult to defend."

In the midst of people's discussions, Zheng Zhefan broke through George Smith, he dribbled backwards, ran to the basket, and beckoned to George as he ran: "Come on!" Come here and guard me! ”

His backward dribbling technique is very skillful, and his speed is quite fast.

Fack!

It's humiliating me!

George Smith gritted his teeth, accelerated suddenly, and chased after Zheng Zhefan like a black lightning bolt.

Zheng Zhefan dribbled upside down, his speed accelerated, and his dribbling posture was very free and elegant, and the people around him were dazzled.

"Holy! Can you run so fast with a dribble backwards? ”

"Lightning George has been tricked, he is no match for this Chinese Yankee!"

"Fack! George is really embarrassed, he can't grab the dribble like Zheng in China. ”

Zheng Zhefan dribbled backwards, dodging George. Smith's steal.

George was panting and sweating profusely, but what made him feel helpless was that he was staggered by Zheng Zhefan, and he just couldn't catch the ball.

"George, does this play match the way you want to play freestyle basketball?" Zheng Zhefan was okay and George. Smith chatted.

"Yes, yes! Zheng, you're really too fast, I can't keep up with you, your pace! I'm almost exhausted! "George. Smith panted.

Zheng Zhefan saw that he had reached the basket, held the ball in his right hand, jumped up more than a meter high, dunked with one hand, and put the ball in the hoop.

Ball!

Counting this ball, Zheng Zhefan has already hit George. Smith a five-to-0.

George. Smith saw Zheng Zhefan hit the ball, and he spread his limbs and fell to the ground, and began to snort and gasp like a bellows.

"And then again! And a ball! Zheng Zhefan took the ball and slapped it a few times. Smith said.