The fourth part of campus basketball

Chapter 128: Mr. OP

Brooklyn.

Uclide Boulevard.

Next to an intersection, there is an open pitch.

The court is very small, only half of the court, the three-point line is very blurred, there are a few old sycamores around the court obliquely close the sky there, a few rays of sunlight zigzag projection on the frosted stone rough ground, two pairs of sneakers staggered on there, the rhythm is like a tango.

The confrontation was between a fat black man and an Asian short-haired teenager, who wore a twisted whip hairstyle, shook his oily head, and swayed in front of the Asian teenager with his hands like banana fans.

"Coffee Bean! You should hit me with your shoulder, not try to shake me off. Oh, I'm Kate Wyin all over Uclid, up to Flash Jason, down to Blackleg Hywood, in front of me, all over! The obese Kate Wynn frothed at the mouth and frightened.

The Asian teenager in front of him turned a deaf ear, crossed the ball head-on, and retreated step by step in the face of the big hand that Ketwin waved up. The tattoo made his whole person look very fierce, and suddenly his whole body shook, and the right hand holding the ball pulled out an S-shaped ball line in front of his body, and at the end of the arc, the left shoulder of the body sank completely, connecting the body that rose and fell, and the left foot quickly bent the knee side and stepped out.

“**！” Katewin's fat head quickly gave two sets of commands to his upper and lower limbs to control his center of gravity, and when his right foot wrapped around his left foot, he could only curse with remorse.

The Asian teenager withdrew the ball, glanced at Katewyn who was struggling on the ground like a turtle, exhaled lightly, glanced at the crooked basket in the distance, and jumped lightly to throw.

The ball hollowed over the basket without iron nets and bounced towards the grass in the distance.

The Asian teenager stared at the basketball rolling away, a little distracted.

Katewin, who was still trying to get up, was still chattering: "I only eat this kind of feint three times a year at most, Kaya Bean, you are lucky ...... shit!" I think when I was only 180 pounds at Katewyn Terry, there was no one in the whole of Uclide Avenue to stop me, boy, and the people who are all in the thick and easy are my admirers before! ”

The Asian teenager, known as Cabean, smiled slightly, reached out to Kate Win, and motioned to pull him up. Katewyn shook both hands, and the boy pulled back and pulled Katewyn up with ease.

"Seriously, Coffee Bean, your strength is really good, how many pounds can you lift? 200？ 240？ Or 300? ”

A big black Hummer quietly stopped on the side of the court, and a bald black man with sunglasses poked out his hand with a cigarette from the driver's seat and looked sideways at the court.

"Terry, it's time for me to go, see you next time!" The Asian teenager spoke, and although he knew that he was a beginner when he heard his spoken language, Brooklyn's accent was very authentic.

"Okay, next time, you won't shake me over so easily, I promise!" Katewyn swore as he spoke, but his eyes looked at Hummer.

The Asian teenager had lifted his black backpack on the side of the pitch and strolled towards the Hummer. Pull open the door and sit inside.

The Hummer slowly started and drove forward, this residential area is forbidden to appear above 40 decibels, from Katewin's opinion, this Hummer obeyed this rule very well, but he was still very sure that the people in this car were definitely not on the right path.

Even though the Asian teenager he had just played with was indeed very white, he still thought so.

"There's got to be some story!" Kate Wyn thought.

"If Feck knew that you were using this big fat guy to do experiments and solve him, I think he would personally hold the big flying eagle and shoot open the fat guy's skull." Said the bald black man in the driver's seat.

"Robbie, you won't, didn't you bet five hundred dollars on me to win him alone?" The Asian teenager picked up a copy of "American History of 1875" in the back parking space and said as he read it.

"I'm betting you give him six balls!" Robbie, the bald black man, burst out laughing, and with his excitement, the Hummer began to show its proper appearance, roaring down the road.

The Asian teenager glanced at the speed gauge that had reached 75 miles, but he was not shocked, and during this time, he had already adapted to Robbie's driving style, known as the Humvee killer.

Every six months, Andy had to renovate his Humvee three times, up to a year, and then he had to get another one. Andy had impulsively wanted to kick Robbie off the top of the AND headquarters on the eighteenth floor. Because, in this way, he will lose up to $50,000 (and middle-class pension), not an extra $100,000 a year on his transportation. Even Andy doesn't use it very often.

The Asian teenager casually said, "Why don't you bet on eight?" ”

Robbie exaggeratedly exclaimed: Cool!

"Hi OP, if you beat Fick, in AND, you can play in A-Grade! You know, what does that mean? Robbie continued: "OP, you're going to be the number one in Brooklyn. To find out, what could be cooler than being respected in Brooklyn for basketball! ”

"I didn't think about it that much!" The Asian teenager spoke, he didn't even raise his eyelids, for what Robbie just said, for himself, it was a very distant thing, not that he didn't have the confidence to complete, but he knew deep that this road did not belong to him.

I'm just recovering and learning! Yan Yufeng thought secretly.

Since Xu Xiaodong handed him over to Andy two months ago, he has been coming to the Brooklyn and Vista Training Center on time every Wednesday night, Saturday and July every week to train.

Vesta is an AND League legend who was a smash hit in Brooklyn in the mid-90s, and his cross-dribbling step change is quite incomprehensible, and Versa is an excellent ankle finisher in Brooklyn's eyes.

Later, Vesta joined the Anda-class League, and after spending his golden years, he naturally became a member of the AND. He then set up a semi-public training base to recruit outstanding streetball talent to bolster the growing AND League.

When everyone comes in, they will receive their own unique number, and they will be randomly arranged and matched by the computer. Winner, advance to the next round!

Every day, an OP is born, and OP is the abbreviation of the word for opera. The implication is that you are the protagonist of today's opera, and everything that happens is happening around you.

It's just that on the second day, you'll repeat the previous journey. Vesta will keep track of the OP points of the winners, and the more times you win, the higher the OP points you will get. You can take advantage of the OP points to go and exchange them for high bonuses.

That's why every day you can see the ever-packed queues outside the Vista Training Center.

In the first week of the first week, Yan Yufeng faced competitors with flowing skills and a strong body like Mount Tai, and almost no resistance, and he didn't even pass the second round for two consecutive days. For him, it was unthinkable, even because he didn't dare to push too hard at all, but it wasn't the point.

Adapt!

Adapt to the coldest confrontations!

No one will be merciful to you, and defeating you and advancing to the next round is the only purpose. If you resist, then destroy you, and it's better to fight until you don't dare to compete again.

In Yan Yufeng's opinion, some competitors are always flawed all over their bodies, and when the other party always uses their strongest point to attack you. It's like coming to the training center on the first day.

The first opponent he faced, the opponent was only 1.8 meters, with a short flat head of a Marine Corps, and it was a rugby-style collision to the basket as soon as he came up, although he was judged to have committed a foul, but directly made Yan Yufeng, who got the ball, completely useless.

Because Yan Yufeng, who was careless for a while, had already fainted directly.

The ending was very simple, Yan Yufeng was eliminated in the first round.

Yan Yufeng received the first admonition: on the court, no matter what the moment, you have to tense your muscles to resist the sudden and huge impact.

By the third week, Yan Yufeng began to accept and memorize all kinds of commandments of weird, bizarre, unbelievable, and strange adjectives that you could think of.

Vesta 21# When you go to the basket, your deputy is not used to put on a beautiful position or protect your vital parts, but to use all your strength to give the most severe punch to the guy who wants to give you the most vicious trick at any time.

Vesta 16# The ass is always more important than the head, you can use the butt to get rid of anyone who wants to stop you, but the head can't.

Vista 54# dribbled the ball more than 10 times, congratulations, your opponent sucks.

Vesta 73# always keep the following conditions: legs apart, form a figure out, hands open, elbows bent, palms up, three steps to the left, three steps to the right. Hold eight times. Trust me, you'll be a Grim Reaper's Blocker.

………… Wait a minute

That is, from this week, in the super OP double day tournament held on the weekend, Yan Yufeng broke into the fifth round for the first time.

Because of time constraints, Yan Yufeng can only participate in the super OP competition held on the weekend. From week 4 onwards, he began to show his edge at Vista and was fully adapted to the street ball style, not only showing accurate shooting and strong confrontation, but also gradually getting rid of the experience of passing efficiently without using too much knee power.

In the fifth and sixth weeks, he made it to the sixth round, the so-called final step of the victory gate.

When it came to the seventh week, there was no one in the entire Vesta who could resist Yan Yufeng's strength, and he successfully came to the seventh round, but drew lots to get the host side of the Disk Elite Challenge.

Risk. is an elite challenge game unique to OP competitions. If you have a one-on-one confrontation with the daily quota of 200 applicants, you will have a risk when you are 25 into 12 and 3 into 1.

That is, one person will be freed up for a bye, and according to the rules of the event, there will be a two-on-one scene, that is, a risk, extremely dangerous, risky game.

has never encountered two strong opponents, and the confrontation of joining forces, whether it is from defense or offense, Yan Yufeng has all been defeated.

Follow Robbie's words to console: Sometimes, it takes a certain amount of luck to win the OP game, because if you draw risk, it is equivalent to a death sentence.

In the eighth week, Yan Yufeng successfully reached the top without warning, breaking the record of the youngest OP winner at the Vista Training Center. But the matter is not over, and the most unbelievable thing for the organizers is that Yan Yufeng won all the risks.

The most shocking thing is that Yan Yufeng himself proposed to accept the risk challenge.

The Vista Training Center will hold a Super OP tournament on two days over the weekend, and the OP born on Saturday is only tentative, and if you do not make it to the fifth round of the eight elimination rounds of the OP on Sunday, the points will be deducted by three-quarters. If you enter the fifth round, your points will increase by 30%. The sixth round is sixty, the seventh round is ninety, and the eighth round, which is the double op, you will get three times the value of the original OP points. If you win a risk, it will go up by a multiplier, capped at 4x. That is, if you are in a Super OP tournament, get a Saturday and Sunday OP, and win 4 risks. Then, your points will be seven times that of a single OP.

This is a crazy value, according to the latest OP conversion rate, to get an OP of 1000, which is converted to 10,000 dollars.

In other words, from the third week to the eighth week of Yan Yufeng's entry into Vesta, he has earned nearly 100,000 US dollars, which is almost half a year's income of a midfielder in the United States.

Vista called Andy, hoping that Andy could arrange for Yan Yufeng to go to another training center, whether it was to the Feke Training Center or to the Banuda Training Center, he had no opinion.

The meaning is very clear, Vesta told Andy very seriously that if this super OP does not leave, it will directly affect the enthusiasm of the registration and the confidence of the contestants. Instead of letting him destroy these little fish and shrimp in my training center, it is better to change places and let the whole alliance appreciate the metamorphosis of this kid.

After Andy was surprised, he directly called up Yan Yufeng's game video, and after watching it for most of the day, he couldn't resist the impulse to think about signing a contract with Yan Yufeng, and directly agreed to Visa's request.

So, on Wednesday of the ninth week, Yan Yufeng came to the FIK Training Center, which was in peak state in the AND League.

The development of the story is reasonable, Yan Yufeng is as strong as ever, in the first week of coming to the Feck Training Center, he got Saturday's OP, although in Sunday's 3-in-1Risk Elite Challenge, he lost by one goal, but it surprised Fike's cold sweat.

You know, when there is a new super OP winner, as the head of the center, if he is still playing in the AND league, he must go on the field to challenge, and if he loses, it will automatically deduct the weekly salary income in AND. Feck's weekly salary is $15,000.

Fike, who watched Yan Yufeng's game without pulling, has a certain amount of self-knowledge, and the victory and defeat are actually split in half, and a mistake may be a loss of $15,000 .......

For Fec, who came out of Poor Street, this is simply an unacceptable fact.

In the second week, the inevitable happened, Yan Yufeng was in good shape this week, and in the first six rounds, he didn't even let his opponent score points. Three-pointers, breakaways, back-to-back shots, blocks, and desperate sliding foot defense have destroyed the hearts and minds of almost all street players who try to earn their lives by playing OP promotion matches.

In the cheers, Feke used his 300-pound body and 206 height to make the first time he met such a thunder-beast-like opponent Yan Yufeng at a loss, and after scoring 8 points completely by relying on accurate archery and agile pace, the determined Feke scored 18 points out of 21 points with an inexplicable back hit.

In the end, although Yan Yufeng stole a chicken from outside the three-point line and grabbed a three-pointer, he was seriously overdrawn and was completely unable to defend against Feke's offense.

The ending ended with a 21-10 victory for Fec.

"I'll win!" Yan Yufeng, who was sitting on the ground, said to Feke.

On the way home, Yan Yufeng, who was sitting in Robbie's car that took him home, saw Kate Win, a fat man triumphantly teaching a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old children.

With his fat figure and skillful ball control skills, Yan Yufeng saw a short version of Feke, stopped and watched for a while, and Yan Yufeng made a decision.

opened the way with US dollars, Yan Yufeng made a bet with Katewyn that he would pay $100 if he lost a game of 10 balls, and if Katewin lost, he could not give a penny.

Such a strange gamble made Katewin suspicious, but the characteristic American adventurous spirit prevailed. Katewyn agreed.

After three rounds, Yan Yufeng paid $300 and said that he could continue gambling next Saturday afternoon. Katewin, who looked down and counted the money, agreed.

In this way, Yan Yufeng no longer participated in the OP competition at the Fec Training Center for the next two weeks, but conducted physical and strength training alone, but on Saturday afternoon, Robbie, who was responsible for picking up Yan Yufeng to and from class, would send him to Kate Winna, 40 Uclide Avenue in Brooklyn to continue gambling.

Until yesterday, that is, on Saturday afternoon, Yan Yufeng called to inform Fei Ke that he wanted to play another game and use his 10,000 OP points as collateral, and Fei Ke did not have to bear any price for this.

Fei Ke agreed, not entirely because of the 10,000 OP points, but Andy had already told him that all the requirements of this Chinese kid must be met, even if he Fei Ke led the team to rob the bank, he had to go.

Of course, Feck will definitely resign before the Chinese kid makes this request.

The car drove slowly on the bustling Fifth Avenue in New York, one of the most congested sections of New York City, and whenever it came, Robbie would open all the windows, stand out the window, pick up a homemade marijuana, and listen to the song of Black Bean.

"I'm a typical black man!" Robbie introduced himself like this.

Yan Yufeng looked at the textbook in the back seat, after coming to the United States, many courses need to pass the language first, and with his English vocabulary, he can't fully cope with it.

His mother's goal for him was that the SAT must be above 2200, and the AP also hoped to have 3~4 electives. After dedicating a lot of time to basketball, Yan Yufeng knows how to use every minute and second of his spare time to grasp learning.

The stereo in the car resounded unscrupulously, but Yan Yufeng had no intention of reminding Robbie to make a low voice, sometimes, in the communication between people, you must know the other party's preferences and bottom line.

As Robbie himself introduced, music is his life, especially when he is extremely bored, music is his best choice to fill his loneliness.

Maybe this will help you integrate into the city faster.

Yan Yufeng thought to himself.

Suddenly, he felt the phone in his trouser pocket vibrate, put down his hand, then patted Robbie on the shoulder, took out the phone with a flashing call, and shook it, signaling him to turn off the stereo.

The music stopped abruptly, and Xu Xiaodong's voice sounded on the phone: "Ah Yan, where are you?" ”

"On the way to the training center!" Yan Yufeng replied.

There was a pause on the phone, "Andy told me about your current situation, he is full of praise for you, he intends to let you participate in the Anda League, I want to know what you think!" ”

Yan Yufeng paused and said, "League? ”

"Yes! New York's Biggest Street League! Xu Xiaodong explained.

"I think I need to think about it! If I have a decision, I'll call Andy personally! Yan Yufeng sighed and said.

"Okay! But there's one thing I want to remind you of! Xu Xiaodong on the other end of the phone seemed to be a little hesitant, but he continued: "I personally don't want you to be too entangled with them, you are still just a student, and your world will never intersect with theirs!" ”

"Yes! I'm well aware of this and I'll take care of it! Thank you! Yan Yufeng silently glanced at Robbie, who was smoking in front, and replied.

"Okay then, I heard that you are going to fight with Fec, I pressed you to win, remember to win!" Xu Xiaodong changed the subject.

"If it's more than $100, I need to split it in half!"

"Haha, okay!" Xu Xiaode hung up the phone.

"Is it okay now?" Robbie asked without replying.

"Hmm!" Yan Yufeng picked up the textbook and turned back to the page he had just read.

The music played at the right time, and everything went on as usual.

It's just that Yan Yufeng's delicate face flashed with a hint of dullness.

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