The basketball creates a strong spin in the air and spins into the basket.

"Good shot." Mu Chenfeng's performance was recognized by Kyle Terry, and the other party couldn't help but applaud him, it is hard to imagine that such a difficult action would be completed by a Chinese.

In the American Rao's impression, Chinese basketball is still in the era of Yao Ming and Yi Jianlian, relying on the height advantage to survive in the NBA, and the emergence of Mu Chenfeng allows Americans to see another kind of Chinese basketball.

Being able to get the applause of his opponent, Mu Chenfeng is also worth the trip.

However, this is Kyle Tryscher's home court, who has been playing here since he was 3 years old with his "dear basketball", and no one knows everything more than him, only he knows that the left basket on the court is 0.5 centimeters lower than the right basket.

Mu Chenfeng's strong counterattack inspired Terry's stronger desire to fight, since he completed a dunk on this court at the age of 13, he has not met an opponent of equal strength here, and Mu Chenfeng's appearance made him wake up again from his long-dormant desire to win.

"That's a good move."

Terry only watched it once and memorized all of Mu Chenfeng's movements.

Then, double the reward!

The same movement, attached to Terry's body, all the attributes have been strengthened.

He is simply an upgraded version of Mu Chenfeng.

Mu Chenfeng, who was passed, stood in a daze, "His speed has become faster." "If Mu Chenfeng's previous speed can barely keep up, this time Terry's speed has increased to a level that Mu Chenfeng can't reach.

"Is this the gap?" When you use your strengths to collide with the other person head-on and still fail, the blow to your self-confidence can be multiplied.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Di also noticed that Mu Chenfeng's performance was too abnormal, he was not motivated, and it was far from yesterday's performance, "Could it be that there is something wrong with the body?" ”

Mu Chenfeng's body was completely fine.

The problem is Kyle Terry.

"Don't be discouraged." Fu Di cheered Mu Chenfeng up, "I heard it just now, he is the top pick in the same draft, and he plans to participate in the NBA draft in two years." ”

The implication is that the other party is a very powerful master, and it is not a shame to lose to him.

But Mu Chenfeng didn't think so, it was precisely because Terry was a big hit that he wanted to beat him, there was only one champion every year, and Mu Chenfeng also had ideas.

"Whew~" Mu Chenfeng let out a sigh, with the current comparison of the strength of the two Rao, Mu Chenfeng is not his opponent, and the draft meeting in two years is the real contest between the two.

"Just let the horses come!" Mu Chenfeng stretched out his arms, looking like he had disarmed and surrendered to be destroyed.

Kyle Terry has passed Mu Chenfeng again and again, but every time he has encountered stronger resistance than the last time, although the final result ended in Kyle Terry's success, Mu Chenfeng did not gain nothing, he gradually saw the gap between himself and the real top players.

"Otherwise, we won't fight." Fu Di walked up to Mu Chenfeng and said with concern.

"No, go on." Mu Chenfeng bent down and propped his hands on his knees, sweat falling to the ground in strings.

Because he has been obsessed with keeping up with Terry's speed, Mu Chenfeng has challenged his limits again and again, which has brought a great load to his body, and only one quarter of the game, Mu Chenfeng's legs are as heavy as lead, which is greater than the consumption of the entire game on weekdays.

"That Chinese son is dying." The black man next to him coaxed.

"I hear you." Mu Chenfeng straightened his waist, "We represent China, and we can't be looked down upon." ”

Mu Chenfeng still has the strength to stand up again, which surprised Terry, the previous opponent's physical strength has long collapsed in such a high-intensity game, obviously Mu Chenfeng is different from those players.

"Don't look at the Chinese players!" Kyle Terry then remembered the advice that Lee Long had given him when he left the United States, and as he had said, the Chinese players did not want the Americans to be as vulnerable.

Look at the Chinese, but they will suffer.

"Mu Chenfeng, from China......" A man in a suit next to him took out a notebook he carried with him and recorded.

This is not the scout of a certain NBA team, specializing in providing teams with basketball player information, so that in the future NBA draft, they can help the team capture the players they want for the first time.

Kyle Terry, of course, has been included in the scouts' tracking list, and his every move and ability is recorded in detail, which will be professionally analyzed and evaluated before being submitted to the team's management

This scout is Kyle Terry's full-time scout, who has been tracking Terry for 5 years, and perhaps he knows Terry better than he does.

The basketball talent who can enter the scout watch list is bound to be superior, and now Mu Chenfeng's name is also written into it, but not because of his strength.

Chinese players have always been "fragrant" in the eyes of NBA management, but their criteria for selecting Chinese players do not all depend on strength, but more on the vast market of China, as long as a Chinese player is signed, exposure and income will naturally get a crazy rise, in other words, Chinese players are ATMs in the eyes of team owners.

Buying a player's "dream" at a very low price and thus getting a huge profit is a good deal.

The scout only recorded Mu Chenfeng's name in the notebook, and the other evaluation areas were almost all blank.

"From a Chinese point of view, your strength is already very good." Kyle Terry's words sound sarcastic.

"Don't look at the Chinese players!" Mu Chenfeng said indignantly.

Terry was stunned, he didn't expect him to say the same thing as Li Long, and Terry was still quite touched when he heard this sentence again.

"Basketball isn't for that." Terry continued.

"Hmph." Mu Chenfeng let out a sneer, "Then use basketball words." ”

Kyle Terry attacked Mu Chenfeng again, and this time Mu Chenfeng was not overcome.

"It can't be!" Terry couldn't hide his surprise after being stopped, "How can you keep up with my speed." ”

"There's certainly no way I'm going to keep up with you." Mu Chenfeng responded, "So I'm waiting for you here!" ”

It turned out that Mu Chenfeng deliberately left a gap of about two positions when defending the position, instead of defending closely, which gave him enough room to judge, and Kyle Terry's change of direction was extremely large, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage, as long as he accurately judged the direction he was about to break through, it was not very difficult to defend it.

"Predict in advance?" Terry's eyebrows coalesced, "Do you really think you have superpowers to predict the future?" ”

"No!" Mu Chenfeng once again became a roadblock between Terry and the basket, "It's not a superpower, it's a ......"

"Feel!"