"Maggie, what are you pulling me for?" In a college classroom at the USC Film Academy, a very kawaii-looking beauty is pulling a tall beauty.

"Hello Maggie." A white girl next to her greeted her.

"Hello Catherine." The kawaii girl responded.

"Let's go, Yayi, I heard that there is a basketball game at this USC University this afternoon."

"Huh? So what's wrong? Li Yayi asked in surprise.

"Didn't you say that you used to be on the school basketball team, let's go and see how to play basketball, maybe the next James and Kobe Bryant will be among these people!" Zhou Meiqi raised her hands and said.

"Well, it seems that the two people you said didn't go to college......" Li Yayi sweated.

"No matter, let's go, grab a good spot."

"Okay, don't pull me, I'll go by myself."

USC University's Trojan Arena.

"Just sit here, you can see it very clearly here." Kawaii girl Zhou Yuqi found a position in the third row in the middle and said.

"Well, a lot of people." Li Yayi just sat down and looked around, and more than half of the USC University students were already seated around, and many couples even came here to watch the ball game. Li Yayi thought: The basketball atmosphere here is good.

"Hey, it looks like it's about to start." Suddenly, Zhou Yuqi pointed to the field and said.

"Oh," Li Yayi looked back at the court.

"Hey, why is there an extra yellow person on our team this year?" A fat man eating a hamburger next to him said suspiciously.

"Steve, you don't know this, this seems to be a player specially invited by our coach to high school, it seems to be called Mojie Lee"

"Won't you invite a yellow man?"

"He seems to be some kind of gentleman this year."

When Zhou Yuqi heard this, she felt very uncomfortable, her eyes looked at the field, the yellow complexion was easy to find, and she also found out: "Yayi Yayi, look at that, there is a yellow person on the field, it seems that he is still the starter!" ”

"Well, I see it." Li Yayi was shocked: Huh? It's him?

I saw the assistant coach on the court as the referee, throwing the basketball into the sky, and the game officially began.

The No. 19 black center, wearing a symbolic red vest, jumped high and dialed the ball to the No. 3 black point guard on his side, and the black point guard dribbled slowly past the half court, and then the figure of two blacks, one yellow and one white quickly fell into position.

Then, the No. 19 black center and No. 3 black point guard expertly blocked and tore through the bench defense and scored the ball smoothly.

When attacking off the bench, the yellow player also looked very hard, constantly running around with the white small forward on the bench.

The ball on both sides switched for a few rounds, and the yellow man followed for a few laps.

"Hey, I thought it was so powerful, can I get a scholarship with the people who run the circle together?"

"Yes." Some of the audience on the field snorted coldly.

There are still quite a lot of Chinese Americans in USC, and when I hear this, I hope that my compatriot can help at this time.

"Damn it!" Li Mojie in the audience scolded in his heart: "These. "It's almost half the court, and I cut 2 balls, even Anderson has 4 shots, and the rest is all running back and forth, and the ball is all in the hands of those three black men. Asked for the ball from that damn No. 1 black handler Hood, and the bastard acted like he didn't see it, and didn't give it to Marc Jie once.

Li Mojie recalled that last night, Anderson, a jack of all trades, told him about the coach's original main players:

C: No. 19, junior Charles, 2.06 meters, 6-foot-9 tall, black.

PF: No. 21, freshman Anderson, 2.06 meters, 6'9 tall, white.

SF: No. 7, freshman Li Mojie, 2.01 meters, 6-foot-7 tall, yellow race.

SG: No. 8, sophomore Richardson, 1.96 meters, 6'5" tall, black.

PG: No. 3, junior Hood, 1.88 meters tall, 6'3 inches, black.

Have you ever heard the names of these people? Li Mojie thought back for a while, in his previous life, he had watched the 13th or 14th draft on the Internet, and he had never heard the names of these people in his previous life. Since DeRozan in '09, USC has indeed not cultivated any decent talents in recent years, and its record is average.

"Rookie, come here to block the demolition." I saw that Hood on the court was beckoning himself to block and dismantle after dribbling the ball across the half court, looking at so many spectators on the court and participating in the training game for the first time, Li Mojie also endured it and obediently blocked and dismantled for him, and then Hood used his speed to rush into the basket smoothly, and missed the emergency stop jump shot, Charles jumped high and made a dunk.

"Ness!" I saw Hood and Charles excitedly come to a high-five.

"Charles jumped really high."

"yes, our Trojans are the best basketball team in California." Some of the audience members said.

"Beep-beep, halftime." The coach of the USC Trojans, Neil, who wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, blew the whistle.

"Well, we played well in the first half, so move on." I saw Coach Neil pointing at the tactical board a few times, and then sat down, looking at ease with an old god.

"Continue?"

Continue to be a ghost, Li Mojie was the controller of the court before the crossing, playing the point guard position. After the crossing, Coach Scott Sr. at San Gabriel High School favored him again, and the previous record of the San Gabriel High School basketball team was very poor, and the Oscars were not people who aimed at professional basketball, so he was able to smoothly control the ball of the San Gabriel High School basketball team.

Now my shooting is like that, if I don't have the ball in my hands, I'm no different from a blue-collar worker.

And in the Trojans, when he first came in, Hood's old students looked at him with bad intentions. Think about it, these people haven't participated in the draft yet, if you are sure that you will leave as early as your freshman year, will you wait until now? He is this year's California Basketball Man, Coach Neil personally invited, and the person who gets a full scholarship is naturally the core as soon as he enters the team. And there is only one basketball, and the more they have the ball, the less they have the ball.

Although the NCAA claims to be pure basketball, the gap between the NBA selection and the non-selection is too big, even the basic salary is 50 or 600,000 US dollars a year, and ordinary people can fight for 1 or 200 yuan, let alone such a big benefit? Who would be that Kong Rong? Who wants to do it?

But what does this old man mean? Li Mojie stared at Coach Neil in a black coach T-shirt and thought. I watched him a few times on the field just now, and he also saw himself looking at him, why didn't he react at all? At the beginning, this guy came to our house to give a lot of things, and promised his core, but now he doesn't admit it? However, with these future losers, how far can the team go, doesn't he have a little pressure in his heart?

"Coach, I have a proposal!" Suddenly, Li Mojie shouted. The team members on the side also looked at Li Mojie.

Well? I couldn't help it, Coach Neal smiled as the lenses of his black-rimmed glasses lit up. "Huh? You say. ”

"Coach, I feel that the difference in strength between the two sides on the field is a bit big, and if you continue to play like this, it will not have the effect of promoting the team's cooperation."

"So, do you have any proposals?" Coach Neil put his hands out and made a look of respect.

"I want to join the bench and see how strong my teammates are in the future!" Li Mojie pronounced the good words very seriously. "By the way, let my teammates also take a good look at my strength."

The people who were listening on the side also felt that the situation was going to be high, and the question of the ownership of the ball in the future will now be divided?

"Anderson, are you coming?" Li Mojie asked Anderson, who was standing.

"Well, that, okay." Anderson hesitated for a moment.

"Well, okay then, you two and you two change your vests." Coach Neil pointed to Lee Mojab, Anderson and the players who were wearing the blue vests that symbolized the substitutions.

"Hmph, damn boy." Hood and the others snorted coldly in their hearts, look at how we teach you, a rookie high school student.