The fourth part of campus basketball

Chapter 132: The Birth of the Mask Man at the Beginning of the Journey

"Gentlemen from the Fec Training Center, you are very lucky today. Because the following confrontation will be one that you will never forget in this life.

Every time you think about it, you jump up with a wow. Whether you're in bed, or with your dear chick ml. At any time, you'll be thrilled by it. Because, now is about to start the most heart-pounding and exciting matchup at the FIK Training Center this year. OP Duel Fat Sauce!!

I bet none of you will blink, none of you! A black man wearing a punk hat and a large golden chain around his neck stood in the middle of the stadium with a wheat cone, loudly encouraging the atmosphere to the spectators who surrounded the stadium inside and out.

Perhaps it was because of the shouting of the black DJ that the crowd on the side of the court began to be more noisy, and some people had already raised their right hands and shook to the live high-pitched DJ music.

"Then, next, we are invited to play with Mr. OP from the mysterious East from across the ocean!" The black DJ posed in a dashing manner, and he suddenly raised his left hand and pointed hard at the court.

Yan Yufeng, who was wearing a black T-shaped vest, walked out of the crowd expressionlessly, his pace was not fast, his eyes looked around, and then he stood in the center of the court, not moving at all.

"Hey OP, do you have any on-field manifesto? Do you want to say something to our center's director, Fat-chan? The black DJ handed over Mai.

"I'll talk about it after the fight!" Yan Yufeng's reply was very succinct.

"Wow!" The black DJ made a surprised expression, and he shouted to the surrounding audience: "It seems that OP is very confident today, I'll take a look, cool, today's odds are very weird!" The win rate of OPVS Fat Sauce is already 1.4. Haha, it seems that some of the brothers on the court today are very confident in the OP! ”

"Then, please ask us and the league's most heavyweight guard in history, known as Brooklyn Big Fat Sauce, Feck, ~~~~~~~~~!" The black DJ roared loudly in a long tune.

With a murderous face, Feck wore a chef's hat, pushed away the audience around him menacingly, and walked over with his towering belly.

The black DJ standing next to him suddenly became extremely short, but the black DJ didn't care, he asked Feck, "Hey, Fick, did you know that your odds are lower than your opponent for the first time!" ”

"I hope that the person who detains him will not be a bus to go home later!" Fec said nondeniably.

"Wow, I wish I had a Dodge to pick me up today!" The black DJ made a joke, he turned back to Yan Yufeng and said, "Hey, Mr. OP, is there anything else you want to say?" You know, later, you may not even have the strength to breathe! ”

Yan Yufeng glanced at the black DJ, "If that's the case, I'll take your Dodge home today!" ”

"Haha~~~!" There was laughter from the audience.

The black DJ shrugged his shoulders and stepped back: "It's an honor!" ”

An old man in referee clothes walked up, he held a basketball, and came to the middle of Yan Yufeng and Fei Ke: "Coin picking." Literally first serve! ”

"No, he just sent it!" Yan Yufeng interrupted the referee's words, and walked to the inside line of the court by himself.

The black DJ jumped out at the right time: "Wow, what did we see, OP gave up the ball before him, he just wanted to be a defender, Feke, do you think it's an insult?" ”

Feke originally had a black face, but now he is even more like Purple Sauce. He ignored DJ's teasing, took the ball directly from the referee's hand, and strode the ball towards Yan Yufeng.

The referee hurriedly blew the whistle vigorously.

A strongest OP showdown about the Feck Training Center has begun!

Seeing Feke's two-meter-tall approach like a mountain of meat, Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous aura. After half a year of injury, today is a competition for his official return, the so-called OP competition, for himself, is just training, even when it comes to the so-called risk, it is only regarded as high-intensity shooting training.

Because I was worried about the endurance of my knees, I only used the strength of my upper body to do simple movement and change direction in the previous confrontation, and added some deceptive feints from my body.

In the end, he scored on dangling shots and made quick layups when he was completely out of the way. As for dunking, when I came to New York, I had never tried it. So much so that Robbie said with pity: If your bounce is better, it will be too perfect.

Yan Yufeng just smiled, he had a complete plan, he was not in a hurry to show his ability now, it was not far off, and now was the first step to start the journey.

Defeat Fec! This is a street ball player who is also a first-line figure in the New York and league.

Fei Ke leaned over, Yan Yufeng suddenly clapped his hands, and let out a crisp applause, and then leaned down deeply, and his hands were fiercely pressed against Fei Ke's waist.

Come on, I've been waiting for a long time!

Feck only felt a strong surge, he leaned on the past step, but he couldn't take a step again, he was suddenly shocked in his heart, in the last confrontation, he didn't feel that the other party still had such power, and now, such a power no longer seems to need to be hidden, surging out.

This cunning guy! Fec knows that today's bullfighting does not end well.

But you're not qualified! Fec took a deep breath, slapped the ball hard, and sat back with his hands in his hands. The strength in his waist suddenly disappeared, and Fei Ke felt as if he had punched him with all his strength in a sponge, and his center of gravity was almost lost, so he quickly turned around and saw Yan Yufeng standing a meter away, looking at him coldly.

Without hesitation, Feck lifted the ball and wanted to throw, but in this situation, if he didn't throw again, it would become a dead ball.

Before the ball was raised, Fei Ke felt that there was no light in front of him, and a huge palm was fanned towards him fiercely, and he didn't even have time to dodge, he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the basketball was connected to Yan Yufeng's hand, neatly pressed on his front door.

"Whew!" There was an exclamation in the audience, even DJ was confused for a while, what he thought before the opening, he would not have thought that on the first ball, Yan Yufeng rewarded Feke with a complete hat, and it was a defense with absolutely no fouls.

Feke grabbed the ball with one hand and touched his nose with the other, just now, he felt a sore nose, and thought he had a nosebleed, but he didn't touch it, and he secretly put his heart at ease, but a sense of humiliation suddenly came up.

"Boy, you've me off!" Feke said viciously.

"Ball!" Yan Yufeng handed over his hand expressionlessly.

Fei Ke angrily stuffed the ball into Yan Yufeng's arms, and the latter walked outside with the ball.

"Come on, come on!" Fei Ke turned around, stood there in a big way, and shouted provocatively to Yan Yufeng, who was already standing at the arc of the three-point line.

Yan Yufeng suddenly laughed and slowly lifted the ball.

"Damn it!" Only then did Fick remember that this guy was a well-known god pitcher, and it was a mistake to let him go five yards away.

Seeing Feke rushing over like a big hippopotamus, Yan Yufeng raised the ball with both hands and put it down again, then clamped the ball around his waist and beckoned to Feke with his left hand.

"Don't worry, Fec, I won't take advantage of you!" Yan Yufeng said lightly to Fei Ke, who had already run in front of him.

"Good, I hope you won't regret it!" Fick realized that he had been tricked by this kid again, and the green tendons in his head burst out, and his face was still faintly numb just now.

This kid is really too faceless.

Taking a step back, Yan Yufeng got up sideways, slapped the basketball, and slowly paced towards the left three-point arc. Fick couldn't help it, and opened his hands to seal the route inside.

Suddenly, Yan Yufeng stopped, dribbled down, the ball hit his right hand, and at the same time, his body leaned down in an instant, his left leg took a step diagonally, and the whole person suddenly rushed up.

As soon as Feck froze, the whole person immediately moved to the left. Yan Yufeng suddenly collected the ball, leaned down and straightened up again, returned to the rhythm just now, and transported to the right side.

Fei Ke stumbled, Yan Yufeng's change of direction was not fast, but the victory was that the rhythm changed too fast, if you want to completely keep up with his rhythm, it will really consume too much mind.

"Damn it!" Before Fei Ke could scold in his heart, Yan Yufeng accelerated violently again, and the whole person floated, and then sank quickly, rushing to the right like lightning.

Feck's eyes lit up, "That's right, there must be nothing wrong this time!" ”

With this thought, Fei Ke's whole person completely rushed to the right, and he was ready to use his huge body to hit Yan Yufeng who was leaning over, and it was best to knock him out at once.

The leaning body suddenly stopped, the left foot stepped on the floor fiercely, the right hand holding the ball moved down to the crotch, and the left hand gently caught the basketball that bounced up from the outside of the thigh, with this moment, Yan Yufeng's center of gravity was completely pulled back, his body stood up again, and then he held the ball with both hands and lifted it.

Yu Guang glanced at Fei Ke, who was shaken to the right by himself, and was three yards away from each other, a sneer flashed on Yan Yufeng's delicate face.

Flicked up and looked at the hoop in the distance, Yan Yufeng threw the first shot of the bullfight.

The whistle erupted, some people shook their handkerchiefs, and some people made a thumbs-down gesture to Fike, who was standing there.

"Aha, what do I see? The fat sauce was shaken off, is this real? Is this true? The black DJ didn't hold back, he jumped and shouted.

With the ridicule of DJ, the audience became even more noisy, especially the audience who bet on Yan Yufeng to win, and they were already cheering.

"You see, I'm not wrong, I won't take advantage of you!" Yan Yufeng looked at Feke, who returned to the defensive position, and said lightly.

"Hah!" Fei Ke smirked, and looked at Yan Yufeng with round eyes.

When I get the ball, I'll let you know what I'm going to do!"

Yan Yufeng seemed to see through Feke's thoughts, he threw the ball out casually, Feke was startled, subconsciously turned his head to look, and when he saw the basketball smashed on the basket and flew to the floor, he put his heart back in place.

It turns out that you are not a 100-shot shot!

Fec sneered inwardly.

"It's your turn to serve!" Yan Yufeng didn't have the slightest frustration of missing a shot, he walked into the basket, picked up the ball, and threw it to Feke.

In the midst of the audience's sighs, Feck suddenly felt a pang of unease.

He did it on purpose! This was a thought that flashed through Robbie's mind as he stood on the sidelines.

Subsequently, Robbie recalled the duel between Yan Yufeng and the big fat man, he always gave the opponent a chance, and then took the opportunity to defend to provoke the opponent fiercely, and gave a heavy blow to destroy the opponent's confidence, or provoke the opponent's anger.

Then he used the constant outside movement and the constantly changing rhythm to digest the opponent's physical strength, and continued to humiliate the opponent at the right time, until the big fat man completely lost his mind and the defense became an empty shelf, so he could easily find the vacancy and shoot it into the basket.

Now, Yan Yufeng is using almost two weeks to research a method to deal with fat and tall opponents to slowly eat away at Fei Ke.

"Isn't it a little too little to concede eight balls?" Robbie said to himself, as the person who has been in contact with Yan Yufeng the most, he can feel that Yan Yufeng is different from other times, as if he is an enhanced version, not only the speed has come up, but the rhythm has also changed more frequently.

It's too much to hide!

And Feke on the field can't care so much, he desperately wants to use a chance to hit back against this ignorant and arrogant boy.

Perhaps it was because Yan Yufeng's change of direction just now inspired Feke, and he began his own mastery of ball control.

Looking at Fei Ke, who was constantly dribbling under his crotch and forcing in, Yan Yufeng took the initiative to lean in, he knew that a body like Fei Ke, even if he shook himself, it was impossible to score immediately, and he had enough time to solve him.

Feke's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, he grabbed the ball almost with one hand, and came to a high spin of the ball, the ball crossed Yan Yufeng's shoulder and dribbled to the left side.

The audience burst into applause, this is a common teasing in street ball, but Yan Yufeng was unmoved, he still stuck one hand on Feke's waist, and the whole person leaned slightly, leaning on him.

Feck twisted his buffalo waist and took a big step forward, and at the same time came a high spin pull, and the ball returned to his right again, and with his stride, Feck took another step towards the basket like a giant bulldozer.

Yan Yufeng suddenly added a bit of strength, and his shoulders leaned up fiercely, just like the first game of Feke's attack at the beginning, the huge strength prevented him from taking a step down.

didn't come to the expected point, the bounced basketball passed by the front of Feke's fingers, Feke staggered, only to feel that the person leaning on him slipped, Yan Yufeng actually leaned on him, came to the close spin body, like a raccoon, quickly rushed out, and held the ball in his hand.

"Shh~~~!" Someone booed in disappointment, presumably from the spectators who were betting on Fek to win.

In the two rounds of each other, Feke was obviously weak, Yan Yufeng showed his strength, everyone played ball, and this bit of eyesight was still there.

Looking at the panting Feke, Yan Yufeng showed a slight smile: "Do you know? I'm betting on you to lose me eighteen goals! ”

Feke's face suddenly changed color, although he didn't believe it was true, but in the current situation, such words had completely provoked his anger.

Yan Yufeng began to pace again, wandering on the outside, and Feke, who was completely angry, began to stick the ball up to defend, he no longer considered the physical problem.

In the face of such a crazy defense, Yan Yufeng kept retreating, using space in exchange for movement, and the third ball stayed in Yan Yufeng's hands for nearly two minutes, and finally he ended the attack with an unconventional shot.

Looking at Feke, who got the rebound proudly, Yan Yufeng showed a more smug smile.

It seems that 18 balls is a lot!

Robbie shook his head when he saw the panting Feck, and the current Feck was even worse than the fat man on the street.

Feke became extremely cautious this time, he dribbled the ball, and slowly leaned towards Yan Yufeng amid the shouts of the audience, Yan Yufeng knew that this time it seemed that he was going to come really, but he was not afraid at all, and by now, the plan had been successful for most of the time, and it was definitely impossible not to make some effort.

Leaning up, Yan Yufeng began the most difficult physical confrontation.

The audience began to cheer, and more people really realized that the strength of this best Mr. OP was not inferior to Feck's strength at all, and the poor height of more than ten centimeters did not put him at a disadvantage, on the contrary, the agile pace and good bounce resisted the way Fick lifted high.

From the three-point line to the paint area, every inch of distance is in the flesh, as a black DJ on the sidelines, (you can ignore the referee, in street ball, the referee is the most casual personnel!) It was obviously the first time he had met such a confrontational Chinese American, and he had the impression that the Asian race was on the edge of power, but the Asian teenager in front of him, who kept using his shoulders and hands to push against the top pull, broke his common sense.

Looks like my $500 is going down the drain!

The black DJ thought sadly.

It was the bad mood of the black DJ that caused the game he came to explain to become quiet, but the game just made people more excited.

Without noisy off-court voices and DJ funny words, this game gradually became real in the hearts of everyone watching the game.

Fei Ke squeezed Yan Yufeng away and raised his hand to score the ball, while Yan Yufeng, as an opponent, also sweated profusely and stood there with his hands supporting his knees.

Looking at Fei Ke's sweaty face, Yan Yufeng's smile never stopped, he picked up the ball, stuffed it into Fei Ke's hand, and said, "You serve!" ”

Fei Ke took a breath, because there was no score display, he could only ask Yan Yufeng: "How many are you?" ”

Yan Yufeng stretched out his hand, raised three fingers, and said, "3 to 3!" ”

"What?" Fec was dumbfounded.

"I've only scored three goals?" Fec couldn't believe it, he felt as if he had been playing for almost forty minutes, and now, his legs were filled with lead, and it was difficult to take a step. The waist bar is extremely sore, and there is a feeling that I can't straighten my waist.

"Yes, it's still early to finish, we're going to play twenty-one balls!" Yan Yufeng wiped his forehead and said with a smile.

Feck almost fell to his stomach, only then did he remember that according to the rules, this duel must be played at least 21 goals before it can be over.

My God! Fec wailed inwardly.

It's over! Robbie turned around and walked out of the crowd, and he dialed the phone of Boss Andy: "Boss, Fec lost, very completely!" ”

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and he said, "After the game, bring him to me!" ”

"Understood!" Robbie hung up the phone, and he looked at the crowd not far away, when the crowd let out another exclamation, followed by a burst of cheers.

Probably OP shook off Fick again. Robbie smiled.

He knew what the boss meant, in fact, from his own point of view, a good player like Yan Yufeng, if the boss didn't invite him into the alliance, it would be like a waste of throwing gold into the toilet.

It seems that I will be a Mr. OP driver for a while.

When Robbie sat in the car and smoked the fifth cigarette, Yan Yufeng came over sweating, he first threw a stack of tied money into the passenger seat, and then opened the back door and sat in.

Robbie glanced at the money and smiled softly.

"Hmm~~~! I really didn't want to see Fec crying, seriously, he was crying like a five-year-old child who had been robbed of his beloved toy. Robbie said with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes, indeed!" Yan Yufeng leaned completely on the sofa and muttered in a low voice.

"Hey, hey!" Robbie unleashed the Humvee and drove out of the training center.

When the car came to the door, Robbie suddenly saw a person and a car parked at the door, and couldn't help but stop.

"Hi OP, I think someone has come to congratulate you!"

Yan Yufeng jumped out of the car and saw Xu Xiaodong standing next to his Dodge car.

"I think the place you're going to now is Andina!" Xu Xiaodong walked over, and he had a box in his hand.

"Well, Robbie said, Andy wants to see me!"

"Do you know why I'm seeing you?" Xu Xiaodong asked.

Yan Yufeng was silent, he suddenly raised his head, looking at the sky that was already late at night, today, the starry sky was bright.

"New York Streetball League!" Yan Yufeng read it softly.

Xu Xiaodong nodded and said, "You have decided!" ”

Yan Yufeng turned his gaze back, and he looked at Xu Xiaodong with a calm face: "This is my first step to come to the United States, I want to take it!" ”

Xu Xiaodong nodded again, and he said: "As I expected, in fact, there is no need for Andy to make any promises, from the moment you agreed to come to him for training, I knew that you would take this step." ”

Yan Yufeng was not allowed to say, he continued: "I have seen the video of you playing in the high school league in China, although there is very little information, but I admit that I am still surprised!"

You're not one to give up, and that's probably why you're here. Xu Xiaodong looked into the distance, turned around for half a circle, and his calm face suddenly smiled: "What a good pursuit, remember me, and once worked hard with the same persistence."

Child, I wish you success! ”

Yan Yufeng nodded silently, he gradually understood why Xu Xiaodong would risk his mother's disapproval to help him.

"However, there is one thing you need to pay attention to before you join the AND Alliance!" Xu Xiaodong suddenly became serious.

Yan Yufeng didn't speak, he knew that this person would not be without places he couldn't consider. All he did was listen quietly.

"AND is a public coalition, and once you participate, it means exposure. You have to remember that your mother is still against you playing basketball! ”

"That's true!" Yan Yufeng's face remained unchanged.

"Take this, maybe, it's a good idea!" Xu Xiaodong handed over the square box in his hand.

"What is this?" Yan Yufeng was a little strange, he opened the box, and there was a mask sprayed with colorful patterns in the box.

"A mask, it belongs to the collection of our master in Suifeng Hall." Xu Xiaodong explained.

"Does this help?" Yan Yufeng was puzzled.

Xu Xiaodong stretched out his hand and took out the mask, he put it in front of Yan Yufeng's face, and then motioned for Yan Yufeng to hold it, and then, he pulled Yan Yufeng to the front of the car, pointed to the reflective side of the window, and said, "Look at it!" ”

Under the dim reflection, Yan Yufeng saw a colorful mask, it stayed there quietly, the pattern on the mask was flame-like, green flame, it was a bit like a Peking Opera face, but Yan Yufeng felt that this was not, because, in addition to the center of his forehead, there were three petal-shaped pupils on each side.

"Is it beautiful?" Xu Xiaodong stood behind Yan Yufeng and asked.

"It's weirdly beautiful!"

"It's weird indeed, I hope you can take it to the game, at least no one will find out, I've called Andy, he'll destroy your previous records at the training center, and from tomorrow onwards, you'll be a masked man with extraordinary basketball skills!" Isn't that a good name? Xu Xiaodong said with a smile.

"No!" Yan Yufeng still held the mask in front of his face, and he said lightly: "I'm just a viper, a patterned viper!" ”

The beginning of the journey

Great Qin Bingbing

2010.7.16

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