Deng Hongfei and Roy are about the same height, and the latter is slightly taller.

After making two crotch strokes in a row, he suddenly accelerated and carried Roy's block, held the ball in three steps, and went directly to the basket, and the youthful vitality made Roy only let him put the ball in the frame.

The latter is no longer at its peak, and both of his knees have removed their meniscus, which is equivalent to extremely uncomfortable every time he lands and every impact of the release of his knee joint.

There is no cushioning between the knees.

For professional athletes, it is undoubtedly a fatal blow.

So in the face of this kind of aerial work, he looks a little powerless.

However, when he switched sides to attack, Huang Mamba quickly showed Deng Hongfei what it means to be a treasure knife.

He skillfully moves the ball sideways, suddenly accelerating in the direction of his dominant hand.

Deng Hongfei immediately slid in front of him.

But the moment the two made physical contact, Roy's speed suddenly stopped, and he gritted his teeth and stepped back a little, picking up speed again.

Such a change in rhythm swept past Deng Hongfei at once.

The latter hurriedly pulled his legs to catch up.

Roy was already on guard, he jumped up after stepping into the second zone, blocked Deng Hongfei who was chasing with his back, and threw it into a layup with a low hand.

The action is done with ease, without the perverted bounce and explosiveness of the past, but it is economical and practical, and it is still effective.

"It should be a very shameless thing for a wounded soldier like me to score in front of me."

Roy grinned and tossed the ball to Deng Hongfei.

The latter smiled and didn't care, but continued the next round of attack.

He continued his simple and brutal line.

With the vigor and speed of the first step, he stepped over Roy and smashed into the basket again.

But Roy consciously gave up a step of space this time, and he could keep up.

"Smack!"

There was a crunch.

I saw that Deng Hongfei's raised hands were empty.

Roy snatched the moment he jumped and slashed the basketball off his hand.

At the same time, he quickly got out of the three-point line, and raising his hand was a cloud-piercing arrow.

100 steps through the Yang! Hit the bull's-eye!

Deng Hongfei was a little dazed, he didn't know why his ball was knifed off just now, obviously it was very good to protect the ball.

"Come on, boy, do your best."

Roy continued to snap fingers at him.

Deng Hongfei maintained a calm mentality, stretched out his arms and kept feints, changing hands, looking for rhythm.

Roy maintained a good defensive distance, did not rush, and focused on the basketball in Deng Hongfei's hand.

It's like a predator that is eyeing up and could attack at any moment.

Deng Hongfei suddenly moved, his first step was still fast and fast, and while accelerating inward, he suddenly took a big step back, grabbed the shooting space, and jumped to shoot!

Incomparably ethereal recline!

The basketball is dialed out lightly!

A precise hit with a "swoop".

Roy returned to the tee area at the top of the arc, and after a few simple tentative steps, a crossover picked up Sam Gott's change of direction and deceived Deng Hongfei's wrong steps, and the rhythm was messy.

He pulled up and hit the pull-up jumper again.

The shooting is solid.

More importantly, Deng Hongfei saw that Roy was not only experienced, but also had the ability to combine man and ball and his sense of rhythm.

Especially for the control of rhythm, Roy is simply terrifyingly strong, although he lacks an advantage in athleticism, he can still use skillful rhythm changes to find the most comfortable space.

On the contrary, his offense relied more on athleticism, and he was completely inferior in pure technique and rhythm.

In other words, he has unwittingly fallen into Roy's rhythm.

This is a terrible thing, you know, the yellow mamba on the opposite side has lost its meniscus.

But can there still be such a terrible performance?

He didn't get any sweetness.

Seeing that Deng Hongfei was a little distracted, Roy couldn't help but laugh, "What are you doing?" Hit stupid? Not really. ”

"No, I'm just thinking about something."

Deng Hongfei shook his head and released the ball to attack again.

This time he took a sideways push.

Blocking Roy's interference with his arms, he walked slowly and deceptively.

It can not only turn around the back, but also turn around and accelerate.

It's just that Roy's defense is very old-fashioned, and he has never shown too many flaws, Deng Hongfei gritted his teeth fiercely, turned around and accelerated into the bar.

However, at the moment when he was seeking physical confrontation, Roy made a defensive move similar to withdrawing a stool, and Deng Hongfei suddenly lost his support, used the wrong force, and staggered to the side.

Seizing this opportunity, Roy pounced on it and slashed it with a backhand, hooking the ball to his side to get the ball!

suffered a loss in the sense of rhythm again, and completely fell into the trap of the other party.

Deng Hongfei was a little frustrated in his heart, he felt as if everything was under the control of the other party.

In addition to relying on athleticism to attack occasionally, other ideas seemed to be completely exposed to Roy's eyes.

Is this the NBA?

Deng Hongfei seems to have a little understanding.

Roy also stopped, he smiled, "Got it?" Although it's a heads-up, do you know where you're suffering? ”

"Mr. Blanton, is this the NBA? I was completely downwind in the tempo, as if every step was firmly controlled by you, and I felt frustrated. ”

"Yes." Brandon Roy did not deny, "You don't have enough ability to combine people and balls, and you don't have enough control over the sense of rhythm. ”

"And neither of these can be acquired in mere training."

"You can only understand and improve through a lot of actual combat."

"Make a reasonable choice in the shortest possible time."

"As for your physical confrontation, it's okay to be qualified among your peers, but it's still not enough at the intensity of the NBA, so you still need to improve a lot if you want to be in the league and make a difference."

Roy had a mysterious smile on his face, "So from tomorrow onwards, in addition to continuing to practice these daily training subjects, you will go with me to Seattle Street Courts to experience the American streetball culture, and I believe you will gain something." ”

"You two, too."

Roy points to CJ Wilcox and Andrew Andres.

The latter two said wistfully, "Mr. Brandon, we want to go head-to-head with you too." ”

"Wheel warfare, isn't it?" Roy's eyes puffed out, "What's the point of bullying me, an old guy with both knees?" ”

"Get the hell out of here."

He walked to the side angrily, grabbed the coat thrown on the ground, threw it back very handsomely, put it on his shoulder, and walked towards the door of the stadium with the lonely back of a master, and at the same time did not forget to shout to Romar, "Coach, this place will be handed over to you for the time being, and the time of the three little guys will be handed over to me at night." ”

"I'm going to let them see the world well."

"No problem." Romar smiled, then clapped his hands, "Assemble, start training." ”