Cheng Fei couldn't figure out how many "bases" they had. But this time, it seems that the place he came to was Philip's "lair", because there was no longer any large stadium or public facility to hide the eyes of the people, but it was really located underground, and at first glance it may have been converted from several huge garages.

The conditions here are not as good as Cheng Fei imagined, the mottled walls are in disrepair, and even a lot of moss has grown due to the 'dark' and 'damp', and the huge room is full of old training equipment, the most of which is basketball, which is simply rolling on the floor and can be taken anywhere. At a glance, it is estimated that there are seven or eight baskets.

As soon as he came here, Cheng Fei immediately heard the familiar sound of slapping the ball, "dong dong dong", followed by the shouts of some people, as well as laughter. It doesn't seem to be any different from regular street basketball.

Bobby walked in the front, Philip and two bodyguards followed, and Cheng Fei looked left and right, observing this strange place. When the group of five people approached, the people on one of the fields in front of them stopped. They looked at the boss, and their attention quickly focused on Cheng Fei.

Cheng Fei also looked at these people.

Their outfits are all bizarre, some wearing regular basketball training uniforms, while others wear denim 'pants' and sunglasses. None of them are particularly strong, they are basically the same body type, just the kind of 'lean' thin and muscular appearance, and the height difference is a little bigger. Visually, the shortest is less than 1.80 meters, and the tallest is definitely no more than 2 meters.

“Hey！ ANeGuy？ Someone asked.

“Yes！” Philip said in a weird way, "AChinese." ”

“OH，reallyunbelievable！” Those people were in an uproar, and they looked at Cheng Fei with eyes that looked like they were looking at animals, which were more or less contemptuous and hostile. Cheng Fei found that although most of them were black, there were also a small number of other races that did not seem to be white in the United States.

"Let me introduce you." Philip stepped forward.

More than a dozen players were sitting or standing, still staring at Cheng Fei coldly.

"This is Cheng, our new friend, he's a Chinese," Philip glanced at them, then said to Cheng Fei, "Half of the brothers are here, oh, do you think there are very few people?" We want 'elite' heroes, don't underestimate them, these people are all well-known masters, and their names used to be streetball heroes on the lips of children. This is Franks, the street ball king from Queens, nicknamed 'Ice Wolf', and this is ......"

Philip first introduced the black players, and then pointed to a white man and said: "We have masters from all over the world, this is Ivanov from Russia, nicknamed 'Mad Cow', and Germany's Paschel, nicknamed 'Grim Reaper'......" "Grim Reaper" nodded politely to Cheng Fei, he is about 1.88 meters tall, and his 'exposed' arms and 'legs' are all covered with body 'hair'.

"Hello, boy," Franks said with a smile raising an eyebrow, "welcome to our team, but there's an old rule that we all have to have a nickname." Or do you yourself name a nickname? ”

Cheng Fei was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

"Rabbit." A black man suddenly 'interjected', causing a burst of laughter.

“NONO！” Someone shouted, "China is a 'fat' and 'fat' panda, it's called a panda!" ”

The corners of Bobby's mouth also showed a hint of a smile, and he glanced at Cheng Fei. The Chinese teenager was expressionless and unmoved. This is the most difficult point for Americans to understand, Chinese seem to be moody and invisible, no matter what kind of psychological state, almost no outsiders know.

“ShutyourFuckingmouthguys！” Philip exclaimed. "Whoever dares to come up and try the skills of a Chinese friend, if anyone can win him, the appearance fee will be doubled this month! Want to try the power of Chinese kung fu? ”

"Oh! Chinese Kung Fu! A few of the blacks almost burst out laughing.

"I'll come." Franks shook his hand, shook his neck, and stepped forward. The others immediately whistled and retreated to the sides of the court, the Russian "mad cow" with a height of 1.98 meters stood aside coldly with his thick arms, and the German "Grim Reaper" looked calm and carefully observed Cheng Fei.

Cheng Fei saw that he couldn't push it off, so he stepped forward, took the basketball thrown by Franks, shook it, patted it on the ground, and then looked at the basket in the distance.

"Five balls, you come first." Franks said with a smile.

Cheng Fei nodded unceremoniously. He didn't know what the level of the street ball king in front of him was, and he didn't know Franks' status here, but he must be about the same as Blackjack. He had a bottom in his heart.

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"Let's get started." Franks said.

Cheng Fei stood with the ball in both hands and stood one step outside the three-point line. The blacks next to him began to laugh, as if telling some joke about China, while Franks laughed as he listened, pressing one hand forward, as if defending Cheng Fei's breakthrough.

However, the Chinese teenager did not move at all, and he did not even shake his upper body.

"I thought of another nickname - stone!" Someone shouted.

Just as Franks opened his mouth to laugh, Cheng Fei started like lightning.

His step was so fast and fast that before Franks could close his mouth, he felt a figure flicker in front of him, and the boy from China was gone. The body moves first, the person follows the ball, and the strong explosive power is undoubtedly 'exposed'!

Franks stood in place, turned around, and watched Cheng Fei jump up in two steps, his palm stretched out to the level of the basket, and the basketball floated forward with inertia, grazed the rebound, and then drilled into the basket.

It's a lightweight, freehand, textbook three-step layup.

“OH，GOODSHIT!” Someone deliberately shouted like this.

Franks tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, revealing a helpless look.

Philip 'touched' his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cheng Fei walked outside the three-point line again and took the basketball handed by Franks. He was very reluctant to fight each other, and this group of new friends didn't like him, and he didn't like this group of people. Since coming to the United States, since he competed with Richie 'Meng', Cheng Fei has been fed up with the kind of 'flowery' bells and whistles, those tedious and boring tricks. In Cheng Fei's basketball philosophy, the fastest and easiest scoring is the true meaning of basketball.

Therefore, he has always aspired to professional basketball, not to 'mess around' on the streets. The reason why Bobby's tirade over there couldn't touch his heart was because Cheng Fei had a hunch that he couldn't go down this road.

This path does not belong to him.

Like, this country does not belong to him, that home does not belong to him.

A deep sense of loneliness enveloped Cheng Fei's heart, making him lose his passion for basketball and his dreams. He is no longer the same Cheng Fei, time has passed, and everything has changed.

Cheng Fei held the ball again, silent, like a cold grim reaper staring at the street ball king Franks in front of him. In an instant, his left 'leg' kicked the ground, his body leaned to the right, and he broke through with the same stride just now! In fact, although Franks was following up quickly, he was already a beat slower, he had already concentrated his 'spirit', and he still couldn't catch the opponent's swift first step!

Just when Franks followed Cheng Fei to the basket, Cheng Fei suddenly slapped his right hand, his body suddenly shook back, and the basketball hit the ground from his right hand to his left hand, and then logically held the ball with both hands, and at the same time, Cheng Fei rose from the ground!

This series of movements is so fluid, and at the same time lightning fast, and it just captures the moment when Franks can't turn around and exert his strength. Laymen naturally can't see it, but standing here are all masters who have been 'messing' the court for many years, and they can see at a glance the 'subtlety' of Cheng Fei's grasp of the opportunity.

This time he got rid of it, and he threw off his opponent by a whole position.

Cheng Fei's ability to master rhythm is still superhuman, unparalleled.

Bending his knees, sinking his waist, and jumping, Cheng Fei paused slightly in the air, and plucked the ball out with his right hand.

It is generally believed that excessive physical training will lead to a decrease in shooting percentage, and the good situation is temporary, and some people will not even get back to their original shooting feeling for the rest of their lives. That's where coaching comes in. Old Tom completely improved Cheng Fei's physical ability, but it did not affect his feel, and even his control was even better.

The growth of waist and abdominal strength made Cheng Fei obviously feel that his shooting felt like he had reached a new level.

The basketball silently passed through the hoop and fell into the hands of the "mad cow". "Mad Bull" opened his fan-like slap, firmly grasped the basketball, and threw it at Cheng Fei.

"Cheng," Philip said with a smile on his face, "will you dunk?" ”

Cheng Fei glanced at him and nodded.

"So, let's enjoy it, how?"

Cheng Fei hesitated for a moment and nodded again.

Franks stared at Cheng Fei coldly. In his heart, he already regarded Cheng Fei as an outside pitcher; And in the eyes of streetball players, defeating opponents in this way can be called "shameless". But that's the way it is in basketball, no matter how 'fancy' you do, no matter how much you can break through, and you don't get the ball into the basket in the end, you are still a loser.

He must get serious and deal with Cheng Fei's next attack. It must have been a dunk after a breakaway.

Cheng Fei was still holding the ball, and Franks moved a little distance. Cheng Fei paused slightly and began to dribble. At this moment, some of the black people next to him 'revealed' their contemptuous looks. There is no glitz in this kind of dribbling, the feel is extremely unusual, and the rhythm is unremarkable.

Franks immediately approached and reached for the ball!

He despised the opponent's ability to control the ball too much, and at the moment when Franks stretched out his hand, Cheng Fei's wrist flipped up, as if he didn't have any preparations, and rushed over from the right side with the ball!

As the street ball king of Queens, Franks did not let his opponent break through, he moved his way vigorously, and rushed to the inside line close to Cheng Fei. He relied on his height and long arms, trying hard to break the opponent's ball, but he didn't expect that the opponent's ball control did not seem to be strong, but in fact it was extremely stable, obviously not far away, but it couldn't be broken.

After a few quick steps, Cheng Fei took the ball and forcibly jumped!

At the same time, Franks resolutely jumped up, if he really wanted this yellow man to dunk on top of his head, then he really couldn't get back the face he lost. And this time, he is confident that he will be able to block the opponent's dunk!

Cheng Fei jumped up, kicked back with his left foot, leaned back, raised the basketball with his arm, aimed at the basket steadily, and gently plucked the ball!

Steady. Very stable. There was no suspense in the basket, and it was once again in the basket.

Cheng Fei sighed. Now it's a very good feeling, no, it can't be said to be a feeling. In the past, shooting, especially the one against Richie, relied on a wonderful feeling, as if there was a providence in the dark, and basketball would inevitably go in. Occasionally, he loses that feeling, and no matter how hard he tries to shoot, the ball just can't go in. But now it's different, it's a pure technique, and before he shoots, he knows that this shot will go in.

The basket is like the sea, it is a kind of realm.

“Shit！” Franks' face flushed with anger. The blacks on the sidelines all looked at Cheng Fei with complicated expressions, while the Russian "Mad Cow" was expressionless, and the German "Grim Reaper" smiled slightly.

On the fourth ball, Cheng Fei still did not change his tactics, took a step inside the three-point line, and shot again.

"It's really a good shot," Philip sighed, "and Tom Sr. has seen a lot of talented players, and he's never praised a guy's shot like that, he used the word 'unbelievable.'" It seems that this time it was hard for me to believe it. ”

Bobby said coldly: "This kind of pitcher is everywhere and doesn't have much value. Audiences won't like to see such a show, they may bet the first time, but they will get bored the second time. Well, boss, I'll admit that this will attract a lot of Chinese out of pocket, but after all, ......"

Philip interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and he grinned, "Bobby, you can't keep up with my thinking. You really have to think about it and learn to learn. He raised his head and glanced haughtily at Bobby. Even though this little man is more than sixty centimeters shorter than Bobby, his aura is very sufficient.

In the fifth ball, Franks couldn't let Cheng Fei continue like this no matter what, he chose to be close to the defense and not give the opponent any chance to shoot. Although he despised Cheng Fei for not using dunks, in the face of such a raging newcomer, especially the yellow race, Franks couldn't be too narrow-minded. Defeating your opponent is the only way.

Cheng Fei was under the tight 'pressure' defense of Franks, took the ball with his left hand, turned around, and was about to catch the ball that bounced off the ground with his right hand, and when he rushed forward, Franks stretched out his hand and broke it!

“Yeah！” The blacks on the sidelines applauded and whistled. “GOGOGO！”

"Ice wolf" Franks snorted coldly, and the basketball shuttled back and forth between his crotch and palm like a butterfly wearing a 'flower', the amplitude was extremely large, and the speed was extremely fast. is worthy of being the king of street ball, this kind of ball control technology, Cheng Fei is really the first time to see it, and it has greatly opened his eyes!

Teasing, playing, Franks didn't mean to break through Cheng Fei right away, he kept pretending to be shaking, and then pulled back, the coordination between his body and the basketball was simply seamless, and the viewing 'sex' was first-class. Even the always dull "mad cow" put his finger in his mouth and whistled loudly.

Cheng Fei finally calmed down after the center of gravity was continuously involved.

He remembered a sentence that Old Man Zhang once taught him: "The most important thing in defense is to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and to be able to respond to all changes with immobility, is the highest state of defense, and it is also the secret." Facing Franks, whose ball control strength is far above Cheng Fei, he deeply understands this sentence.

Finding the rhythm and distinguishing the real from the fake is the most important thing.

But this is easy to say, but it is too difficult to do, and if there is really any secret, it is only applicable when the strength is equal. Franks was clearly a master of breakouts, and after a feigned breakaway, he switched hands under his crotch, leaned forward again, and sent the basketball to his left. Just when Cheng Fei mistakenly thought that this was still a feint, Franks slipped past him like a ghost!

This kind of shaking immediately reminded Cheng Fei of Wang Zhiwen. Of course, Wang Zhiwen and Franks are not the same. It's just that it's very similar in terms of the technical means of the swayers.

Franks successfully shook off Cheng Fei, his footsteps fell, and after a small jump, the basketball in mid-air circled his body for two weeks, and his right hand was worthy of being sent up! Although his movements are extremely ornamental, it is a pity that he has given Cheng Fei enough time.

This is also a pattern discovered by Cheng Fei. For example, a street ball player like Richie 'Meng', Huang Ren really does what he wants, but the footsteps and scoring methods behind him make Cheng Fei feel full of 'holes', and he sighs again and again. They always don't take the shortest time and score in the most efficient way, and drag their feet and burden. In Cheng Fei's eyes, this is the most fatal mistake on the field!

After Franks sent the ball to the basket, the black man on the sideline suddenly widened his eyes.

A figure flew up, and before Franks realized anything, he found that the black cloud was covering the top, and the rising basketball was suddenly grabbed by the man in mid-air, clean and neat, fierce and domineering. As soon as Cheng Fei landed, he immediately turned around and ran outside. This is called "Clear", which means that after holding the opponent's ball, you must go out of the three-point line before you can attack again.

Franks was a little stupid, and he followed in a daze.

Cheng Fei toe slightly on the three-point line, turned quickly, and dribbled the ball into ***!

After one step, it is to hold the ball in one hand, jump up in two steps, and soar straight up!

Franks suddenly came to his senses, roared angrily, jumped up with a body of one meter eight and five tall, and waved his arm towards the basketball in Cheng Fei's hand! At this moment, a scene that made Philip 'excited' and shocked the street players on the sidelines appeared-

Cheng Fei's right arm suddenly swung down and shrunk to his waist, the whole person seemed to be stagnant in mid-air, while Franks completely pounced in the air, and when he fell, Cheng Fei seemed to still stay in mid-air and did not move, or, this Chinese teenager was still flying up!

Tilt your head, swing your arms, still hold the ball in your right hand, and reflexively dunk!