Chapter 1 Crossing

"Sue, the coach is calling you. Come on! ”

Su Feng's shoulder pushed him vigorously for a while, and suddenly he stumbled, and Su Feng agreed a little vaguely!

"Oops?"

"Where is this?"

Su Feng was a little dizzy, his brain felt a little unable to turn, and his eyes were not fully opened.

Dreaming?

The cheers around him told him it was an unusually lively place.

The "click" flash was on all the time. This is the sound of taking pictures.

The lights were too bright, and Su Feng, who was a little blind, didn't dare to open his eyes.

Su Feng felt that his mind was all confused now, he didn't know what was going on at all, and he had forgotten the voice that he had just spoken to him.

"Let's go up."

The white-skinned man next to him patted Su Feng's shoulder again.

"Damn, don't be that heavy."

Su Feng felt that he had been slapped by a huge palm, and he screamed in pain.

At this time, Su Feng slowly opened his eyes.

The place is very bright and well lit. It looks like an indoor basketball court,

Looking at the floor, the wooden floor is brushed shiny and smooth. It seems that it can be used as a mirror. The quality of the flooring is better than that of the gymnasium near your own home. It looks like there's a game on the field now.

the groove. There are so many spectators in this stadium. However, Su Feng still felt that the surrounding area was still a bit noisy, and it was a bit noisy.

Looking at such a real scene in front of him, Su Feng felt that he should not be in a dream!

When Su Feng was pondering the difference between the floor under his feet and his hometown, the white man next to him seemed a little worried, and pulled Su Feng up from his seat with his hand.

"Don't push too hard." Su Feng's body couldn't help but be pulled up by him.

He came and was pushed to the side of the court by the whites.

"It's your turn. Just go! Whether you can stay or not depends on your performance, kid. Now it's a chance, that's all there is left for the first half! The white man whispered to Su Feng.

Su Feng was still in a state of disorder. He didn't understand what this white man meant? But it looks like he's going to play.

Su Feng thought to himself, why are the black people on the field so tall?

Su Feng, who was originally a little confused, still had a little slack in his eyes. He couldn't concentrate and couldn't see the opposing players. Su Feng could only see the approximate outline.

However, their jerseys are very familiar to them. They were all black. How can I play to win them when I just arrived at 1.8 meters. Su Feng knew his level. Playing wild ball is a little connoisseur, but these black people are clearly not like wild ball athletes.

Before Su Feng could figure out what was going on, he was pushed continuously, and this went directly to the arena.

The cheers of the audience remained unchanged.

Su Feng gritted his teeth in his heart, just fight, and after a few rounds, he told them that he wanted to go down.

Just when I stood still, the whistle remembered.

Well, it's professional. There are also three special referees. The referee's clothes were professional, with white stripes, and the same went for the trousers.

Su Feng looked down at his jersey, retro blue, the jersey with the number 8. The more he looked at the shirt, the more familiar it became. However, his mind was still a little confused. He doesn't know what's going on yet.

Well, it looks like he's a point guard in this game. Su Feng was a little surprised. A teammate standing on the sidelines serves him. This teammate is familiar. But he just doesn't remember, once Su Feng gets the ball, damn it, how can my hand get bigger, how can the ball get smaller?

Thinking of all kinds of things, Su Feng stumbled. His feet seem to have gotten longer. He also forgot that he was still in the game. He slapped the ball a few times with his hands and feet, and took two steps with the ball.

"Beep!" The beep of the whistle.

The referee blows the whistle quickly.

Su Feng continued to turn his head to look at the referee. He saw the two arms tumbling up and down, and then his single finger was like Su Feng. After a series of joint actions. Su Feng instantly understood. Walking with the ball? to walk with the ball?.

The audience in the club "booed".

", what the hell did you do?"

The white man in a suit and glasses yelled at Su Feng.

Just now, the white man's face turned black all of a sudden. It was not easy to give this Chinese a chance to express himself. It was his chance to attack in the final 10 seconds of the first half, but it was self-defeating.

At this time, the white man was also wondering if he was in too much of a hurry and pushed him out without getting him ready beforehand. But in the blink of an eye, in this cruel place, if he doesn't prepare, then he doesn't have any room for performance in the game.

"It's just that you didn't pay attention and walked with the ball? Is it necessary? ”

Su Feng sneered in his heart, even if it's not a wild ball, you don't have to be so serious. I've only been up for a few seconds? Won't you give me time to get used to it?

The players on the opposite side are wearing yellow jerseys.

This time, Su Feng got used to it a little, and his hands and feet began to coordinate.

His eyes were still a little astigmatism, so Su Feng couldn't see the appearance of the opposing player clearly.

Looking vaguely at the shape and height of each other's bodies, it still feels familiar.

Seeing that the No. 24 dribble in the yellow jersey, Su Feng also adjusted, don't think about it so much, and do a good job of defense first.

This yellow 34-gauge bald head is very capable. He's very good at dribbling. The bald head is not at all like an amateur.

Everything Su Feng saw now was so familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was? How is it now.

Su Feng's body kept moving back, returning to the arc three-point line, assuming a defensive posture, slowly opening his feet, his hands constantly swinging slightly, trying to intercept the ball at any time, a very amateurish defensive posture, intended to disrupt the opponent's dribbling rhythm.

On the other hand, No. 34 looked at his movements, seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth, with an expression of indifference.

Looking at No. 34's non-caring attitude, Su Feng felt very angry.

You must know that Su Feng is known as the "master of interception" on the basketball court in his hometown community.

Generally speaking, bad dribbles don't dare to dribble in front of their eyes, and Su Feng's arm stretching is not fun.

"Cut him off!" Su Feng thought to himself, his hands were even more disturbed.

The No. 34 black bald man in the yellow jersey didn't care about Su Feng's small movements. He patted the ball with his left hand and motioned with his right hand for his teammate to pull back.

"Damn, you really want to be one-on-one, right?"

Su Feng saw that the opponent's teammates left very decisively, and a vacuum instantly formed in the middle, one-on-one.

It's hilarious, Su Feng is a tough defensive player on the community court. He never flinched when he encountered one-on-one.