If one hand is not strong enough, then two hands must be fine.

In mid-air, Enzo Ronnie and Mu Chenfeng encountered, and the high-raised fist and the violent slam collided, resulting in Enzo Ronnie's slam dunk.

Mu Chenfeng completed the front cover.

"This can't be ......" Everyone was stupid, this was the first time they had seen this form of blocking, but Enzo Ronnie had never been blocked before.

"Good boy." Martin was surprised and praised Mu Chenfeng's performance.

Zach George is also eye-catching, when Mu Chenfeng's name appears in the camper list, he is still more skeptical, although he is recommended by Fang Tianzheng, but he does not have any expectations for the "Chinese boy", after all, the strength of the rest of the campers is obvious to all, and there are many masters, and even he doesn't think Mu Chenfeng has the perseverance to stick to the entire camp.

This cap gave Zach George's impression of him reversed 180°.

He, really.

"The 30 minutes are coming to an end, so please leave the pitch quickly."

Mu Chenfeng had just started to get up, and the time had come.

"You wait for me." Enzo felt that he had been humiliated, and that this block would be something he would never forget.

"I didn't break your basket today, but one day I will." The block did not bring Mu Chenfeng much sense of glory, as a player who regards points as his life, only sending the ball to the basket can bring him real satisfaction.

"Next time, I'll let you die a happy death." Enzo left the venue first.

Mu Chenfeng followed.

"Thank you campers for a great performance!"

The stadium burst into applause again. 30 minutes was too short to give the players enough time to show what they were capable of, and there were plenty of players who didn't even get a chance to play.

"Then everyone has 10 minutes to choose, 1vs1, 3vs3 and 5vs5, everyone chooses and forms a team freely." The presentation is short, but clear.

The campers have begun to discuss the type of competition they want to participate in, 1v1 naturally needless to say, the confrontation of pure personal ability of bullfighting is the last choice that campers want, after all, the campers participating are not rookies, the strength is unfathomable, and the slightest carelessness may be bloody.

After all, this is a choice that even Enzo Ronnie avoids, which is enough to see how scary 1vs1 is.

Enzo appeared in the 3vs3 field, but no one wanted to choose him, even if his strength was there, he was definitely a pretty reliable teammate, but his bad temper made him choose five people.

"It's okay, I can hit three at a time." Enzo was very upset and said indignantly.

Since it is a team competition, people will naturally move closer to the strong, which is the common thing (qíng), and teaming up with the strong not only has one more powerful teammate, but also reduces an opponent, killing two birds with one stone, why not.

Of course, there are exceptions (qíng) cases.

Some people like to challenge the strong, such as: Mu Chenfeng.

Players ranked 11-20 became the sweets of everyone's choice, and other campers came to "take refuge", and these players quickly formed their own teams according to the lineup.

As for those players who are at the bottom of the rankings, they are left out in the cold because of their strength.

The 56-60 campers all participated in the training camp with "wild cards", which was not bad but not very strong, and Mu Chenfeng's flash of inspiration could not make up for the fact that he was previously made crazy by Enzo Ronnie (cāo), so none of these five players wanted to team up with them at all.

"Players who don't complete the formation within 10 minutes will automatically enter the 1vs1 zone." The time will be over, the camp reminded.

"I don't want to go 1vs1." Cannavaro from Italy shook his head and his curly hair flew in the air in protest, the 188-year-tall Cannavaro is a shooting guard, a key member of the Italian youth team, and has won the MVP of the domestic league at the age of 16, but the Italian domestic league is far less developed than the NBA, CBA and Champions League, so he is not confident of winning one-on-one.

"Other options aren't much better." The man who spoke was blonde and blue-eyed, very delicate, close to 2 meters tall (shēn) tall and very unworthy of his countenance, "My name is Puyol, Igor Puyol, and I'm from Spain. ”

When it comes to Spain, the first thing that comes to mind is football, the 2010 World Cup finally won the Hercules Cup, they amazed the world, but Spain's basketball is also the world's top, the Olympic runner-up, the World Cup champion is the best proof of their strength, after a few years of scarcity, Puyol was born and became the new hope of Spanish basketball.

"What more do you want? Whether it's one-on-one or teamwork, you have to choose one. "This guy is very good-looking, he feels quite gentlemanly, and it's hard to associate him with basketball, but he's a fake basketball player and has inherited Dirk Nowitzki's golden rooster trick.

His name was Klose, and he was a German.

"With our ranking, who will choose us." A dark-skinned man pointed to the "59" number posted on his waist, "It's better if you don't post it, it's no fun to post it." ”

"You are?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

"My name is Henry, I'm from France, and my dad loves football superstar Thierry Henry, so he gave me the same name as him." Henry seems to be very cheerful, always smiling when he speaks, and with a dark face, the smile seems kind and funny.

"Then why don't you go to football?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

"Football Henry has been remembered, and I want them to remember Basketball Henry too." Henry looked confident.

"I ......" Mu Chenfeng was also ready to introduce himself.

was interrupted.

"Your name is Mu Chenfeng, we all know it." Henry scrambled.

"There are 30 seconds left......

"Time is running out, let's go find someone." Henry was anxious, and turned his head to see that except for a few one-on-one players, everyone else had almost chosen a team.

"It's over, it's over, I don't want to go one-on-one." Henry covered his head with his hands and complained.

"Who says no one wants to team up with you?" In the midst of the chaos, Martin stepped up.

"With our ranking, who wants to." Henry pulled his clothes and showed them to Martin, with a look of disgust.

"The five of you will do." Martin reached out and pointed at the five men.

"We?" And all the people were blinded.

"Yes, just the five of you." Martin nodded, "Cannavaro is a shooting guard, Puyol is a center, Klose is a power forward, Mu Chenfeng is a small forward, can Henry play point guard?" ”

"What do you mean by being able to? I've always played point guard. ”

Perfect! Five people, five positions, like a deliberate coincidence.

Italy, Spain, Germany, France, and China, this is probably the team with the most nationalities ever.

"Five of us? May I? Some people still questioned the reasonable lineup, "We're 56-60." ”

"Don't think about rankings." Martin comforted, "The reason why you can come here proves that you have the strength, and the key to team play is to look at cooperation." ”

Martin's words were like a magic spell that prompted the formation of this unprecedented team.

"That's all it can be." Cannavaro thought for a moment before he spoke, "Just the five of us, let them see what we're capable of." ”

"It's for the best." Mu Chenfeng smiled, "It's exciting to get on the following grams." ”

The five men put their hands together, cheered each other on, and walked to the 5vs5 sub-station area.

"You really did it." Zach George walked over to Shēn.

"I told you earlier that these five kids will be a strong opponent for American basketball against world basketball." Martin is never limited to the present, his eyes are already on the future.

"It's ironic that we're cultivating "enemies" with our own hands. Zach George joked.

"It's good and harmless, and that's good for basketball." Martin was very optimistic about the cards he had drawn.