Ye Feng's neck was choked by a white strong man who was a head taller than him, his messy hair was like a puff of weeds, and his two thick arms were densely covered with tattoos, looking no different from those gangsters who often fought on the street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, he couldn't get rid of Ye Feng's hand, and his face gradually turned red.

"Bastard...... You...... Handle...... Let go of ......," he said intermittently, squeezing the hand that was pinching him. However, Ye Feng's not strong body hides a strength that is not inferior to him, how can he easily break free? Seeing that he continued to exert force but had no effect, he was furious in his heart: how could this yellow-skinned monkey have such strong strength? Even I had a hard time breaking his hand.

Just when he was already feeling breathless, Westbrook hurriedly ran over, he glanced at Ye Feng's slender hand with strange eyes, and said helplessly: "Ye, you let go of him first, this guy's name is Bob Enrique, he is a freshman in the same academy as me, I apologize to you for his inappropriate remarks." ”

Ye Feng thought about it and slowly let go of his hand. Before he could speak, Enrique shouted, "Boss, why does he want you to apologize on my behalf?" Am I wrong? How many Asian players can play? It's good that they didn't score twice as many points as us at the World Series! Ye Feng sneered: "Although our national team is not very good, not as good as your dream team composed of all NBA stars, but now that you are here, there is no problem for me to beat you." ”

Enrique said with a look of disdain: "This is the first time I've seen someone as cheeky as you. I'll admit that I don't have that much talent for basketball, but I don't believe I can't even handle an Asian like you. Ye Feng ignored him, and instead said to Westbrook: "Boss, can you ask the coach if you can postpone the time of the tryout by fifteen minutes?" ”

Westbrook had already guessed Ye Feng's thoughts, he glanced at Enrique sympathetically, and walked quickly towards the coach's box. Enrique didn't see Westbrook's hint at all, and he sneered to himself: "Hmph, you want to win me in fifteen minutes? It doesn't take me fifteen minutes to get you! ”

When Westbrook told Coach Holland about Ye Feng's request, the usually meticulous iron handsome smiled: "This kid has good guts, judging from this incident alone, Mr. Wooden is not wrong, but it remains to be seen how high he can reach." Since he's asked for one-on-one, I'll satisfy him, and you tell the others to go to the middle line and stand in a row and see how our biggest freshman is playing. ”

Westbrook nodded, summoned everyone except Ye Feng and Enrique to the middle line, and then whispered to Ye Feng: "The coach agreed, but please don't beat him too badly, this is my personal request." Ye Feng blinked and said with a smile: "You are so confident in me?" Westbrook punched him: "Fuck off, don't I know your strength yet?" Enrique is not bad either, but he is nowhere near as good as you. ”

Ye Feng patted him on the shoulder and walked towards Enrique without saying a word. Enrique looked at him condescendingly, raised his hand and threw a basketball into Ye Feng's hand, and said with a big grin: "Boy, don't say that I bullied you, now I'll give you the opportunity to attack first, lest I take you down as soon as I make a move." ”

After trying the feel of basketball, Ye Feng said lightly: "Then I am disrespectful, I hope you don't use this as an excuse after you lose, go home and eat your milk!" Enrique's eyes turned red instantly, he snorted angrily, and stood one step away in front of Ye Feng with a fierce attitude, assuming a defensive posture.

Ye Feng controlled the ball steadily, but on the other hand, he was quickly thinking about countermeasures, not only to hit Enrique hard, but also to save some face for Westbrook, it was really difficult to think of any effective methods. He smiled helplessly: Forget it, let's play the ball first, and take the rest of the things step by step.

Although Enrique was angry, he was still skeptical about Ye Feng's ability, and the space was a little bigger. Ye Feng sneered, and directly pulled out a three-point shot. The basketball crossed an almost perfect arc and fell into the basket with a "boom", Enrique's expression froze, but he didn't say anything, just urged the caddie on the sidelines to give the ball to Ye Feng.

This time Enrique was secretly vigilant, but the prejudice against the yellow race made him only a little more serious at best. Seeing that Enrique still didn't seem to have learned his lesson, Ye Feng didn't plan to change the way he scored. Suddenly, the rhythm of his dribbling suddenly accelerated, and his center of gravity moved left and right to quickly attract Enrique's attention, and he had already found an opportunity to shoot between the two dribbles behind the "snap". Ye Feng smiled lightly, not caring at all that Enrique had almost no effect on the interference, and the three-point shot hit again.

Enrique was awe-inspiring in his heart, although he was very reluctant to admit Ye Feng's ball skills, but two consecutive three-pointers still made him put away his contempt. So he changed his defensive strategy and pasted the whole person, trying to nip Ye Feng's three-point shot in the bud. Ye Feng shook his head and said to himself, "Is this trying to restrict me?" You're not qualified enough! ”

"Smack!" The basketball seemed to come to life in Ye Feng's hands, surrounding him like an elf. For Ye Feng, pressing defense from the outside is already a pediatric, and he has long been accustomed to such treatment in high school. Against any opponent who has a similar idea, he has only one solution: to destroy the defender directly with his ultra-long range.

This time against Enrique was no exception. I have to say that Enrique still has two brushes, after he gets serious, the outside defense is quite good, even if he is shaken away by Ye Feng, he can still interfere with small movements. But Ye Feng didn't face the defense and made a strong shot, he took a light step back, instantly opened the distance, and then calmly shot a step away from the three-point line, "Huh! "The basketball is hollow again in the frame.

Looking at Ye Feng, who was light and breezy, a trace of shame flashed on Enrique's face, three consecutive three-pointers was a shame for any defender. He exclaimed, "Are you just going to shoot three-pointers?" Ye Feng sneered: "I still have a lot of skills, I just want to see how it feels first, it looks like my luck is good today." ”

Is it really just luck? At least Westbrook, who was on the sidelines, would never think so. He pondered, "Ye's shooting posture is too standard. No! It's not just a standard, it's a work of art! Although he is fast, he doesn't seem to be rushed, it seems that he has a lot of confidence in his shooting ability, and the kind of step-back shot that is done from outside the three-point line is so beautiful that it is simply unheard of! ”

Coach Holland was also surprised, in his opinion, Westbrook is a once-in-a-century genius point guard, but the weakness of inaccurate shooting has not been greatly changed. Now it seems that at least Ye Feng's projection is still relatively reliable, even if there are still deficiencies in other aspects, but it can still complement Westbrook, and UCLA is very hopeful to go one step further in the new season, and even strive to reach the final four.

On the court, Ye Feng controlled the ball and came to the free throw line, and this time he made up his mind to attack with an inside line. However, when he saw him preparing to fight with his back to his back, Enrique almost laughed out loud: Idiot, although you have a strong grip, how can you match me than your body? Not to mention that I'm a head taller than you, and you're humiliating yourself by singleing with your back!

Ye Feng dribbled the ball and leaned back fiercely, Enrique had already taken precautions, he gritted his teeth and resisted, but he didn't take a step back. Feeling the power coming from behind him, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with appreciation: I can't imagine that this foul-mouthed guy still has some strength, but does he want to force me to give in?

Ye Feng suddenly thought of a classic shot, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: It's you! He dribbled under Enrique's grip and slammed into a half-turn, flashed out of space and burst along the free-throw line from left to right. Enrique has never seen such a breakthrough route, this is not even a breakthrough, who breaks through and does not go to the basket? However, due to Ye Feng's accurate shooting before, Enrique was still a little worried in his heart, so although Ye Feng's behavior was a little strange this time, he still resolutely posted it.

Looking at Enrique, who was trying to defend himself, Ye Feng smiled shamelessly. When Ye Feng's shoulder was facing the basket, he didn't care what Enrique would do on the side, and jumped straight up. Enrique was taken aback, he couldn't guess what Ye Feng was going to do, but he still jumped up and tried to block Ye Feng's shot. However, he didn't get this opportunity until he landed, because Ye Feng's reproduction was the classic goal of "Magic" Johnson in the fourth game of the 1987 finals.

There was an exclamation on the sidelines, and many people shouted the same word: "Baby-baby-hook!" "It's true, it's just an old-fashioned running hook, but with this classic goal from the Magician, it's got a funny and loud name – Little Sky Hook! In the eyes of everyone at the scene, Ye Feng almost perfectly reproduced the magician's winning blow back then.

Enrique opened his mouth, completely unexpecting that Ye Feng would use Xiao Xiaotian to hook his head to score the ball. Just when he was annoyed, Ye Feng passed the ball directly into his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Dude, are you tired?" Why don't you take a break? Enrique is like Feng Lunyin, he has already regretted why he provoked Ye Feng, a pervert, only on the court will he deeply feel the pressure brought by this guy's every move. He was afraid that Ye Feng would change his mind, so he hurriedly said: "No problem, no problem, it's okay to take a rest, and it's not too late to fight the rest later." ”

Ye Feng smiled and saw Westbrook give him a thumbs up.