Basketball glory

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and An Ran deeply realized the benefits of this kind of training for ball control.

It can vaguely touch the edge of the realm of the unity of man and ball.

Through unremitting practice every day, the people in the prison finally got used to having a lunatic coming and going among the crowd every day.

From the earliest three minutes to now more than one minute.

It can be said that only you can feel the change of feeling best.

Smith, on the other hand, marveled at Enron's learning ability. The most important thing was that he knew how to reflect.

Reflect on the problems that arise and never make them again.

It can be seen that his golf IQ is much higher than that of Brother Rough who only relies on his body.

"I think you can try to challenge them."

"Can I beat them?"

"cannot"

"Then why challenge?"

Smith looked at An Ran like an alien, staring at An Ran and scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Of course it's to accumulate practical experience."

Every weekend, several prison guards would choose to come to the stadium to compete with Grant and the others.

But on the wild court, there isn't much difference in strength among the players.

Fighting with fists and fists is the norm on the court.

"I'm letting you go just to make you adapt to this intensity of confrontation.

And only in this way can they notice you and have a chance to be in the starting lineup!"

"Yes, that makes sense." Looking at Smith's taken-for-granted expression, An Ran nodded.

In fact, I often played on the field in China, but after coming to the United States, due to language problems, I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time.

It took a lot of effort to learn English, but I ended up here because of some accidents.

Thinking of this coincidence in his life, An Ran was speechless for a while.

"Go ahead and challenge them!"

"Hey, I heard that if I win the challenge against you, the stadium will be mine, right?"

Smith, who had just encouraged him to come forward, immediately trembled when he heard An Ran speak.

This kid, can't you put it mildly? They are not easy to mess with. Isn't it better to use the word "sparring"?

Just as Smith was considering whether to step forward to smooth things over, a fat man on the court looked over.

"Aren't you that lunatic? You run around the square holding a ball every day."

His voice was a little loud, which instantly attracted the attention of many people around him.

"You're the only one who still wants to challenge me?"

"It's not a challenge to you, it's a challenge to your starter."

An Ran felt very unhappy when she saw this fat man jumping out of nowhere.

After watching so many of their training and games, I have never seen such a person.

Although he is not very strong yet, Enron has already positioned himself as a star who will shine sooner or later.

How can such a fat man be allowed to be sarcastic and sarcastic?

"Haha, what a joke. I'm afraid you didn't wake up."

The little fat man looked extremely tireless with his nose turned up to his head.

It is indeed true. After all, An Ran did not show any of his skills in front of outsiders, he just ran around with the basketball every day.

But if you saw him dunk on the first day he came here, you would know that he actually has pretty good bounce.

But obviously the little fat man didn't know that.

"He is the backup swingman in our team and usually plays the third position."

"Also, remember clearly that it is you who challenge us, not us who challenge you."

Grant's cold voice came over. After all, this is his own field. If someone kicks the field, it will not give him face.

It seemed that after thinking about it for a while, An Ran felt that it seemed quite reasonable.

So he said: "Then if you lose, will the place go to me?"

As if he heard a funny joke, the little fat man laughed exaggeratedly.

"Single challenge?"

"Single challenge."

Several people around who were practicing on the court also looked at Grant when they heard this.

After thinking for a while, he said

"Brother, our rules are 3VS3 half-time, or 5VS5 full-time."

Then he added, "Of course, if you can beat him in a duel, you are welcome to take his place."

Hearing what Grant said, the little fat man felt a little unhappy, but he didn't have an attack.

After all, he is indeed just a marginal figure.

"Promise him, promise him."

Smith was so anxious on the sidelines that he was sweating. This was a chance to give away a spot.

I believe I can win just by controlling the ball these days and hitting the basket.

Smith still has some confidence in Enron.

"If you lose," the little fat man said with a twitchy smile, his words were useless.

"Kneel down on the ground and call out to grandpa and just take it."

His words instantly ignited An Ran. You must know that he is an extremely emotional person. An Ran could not bear this kind of humiliating language no matter what.

Just like Melo Anthony, Garnett, the Wolf King, once said something beside him during the game.

"Your wife tastes like donuts"

Anthony got angry and tried to block the Celtics locker room and bus to seek justice from Garnett.

During the game, he even lost his mind and received a technical foul.

But as his woman, she is undoubtedly happy. As a man, he should have this kind of passion.

If someone insults his own family and doesn't dare to fight back, that is really a huge failure.

Therefore, the little fat man's words undoubtedly angered An Ran.

An Ran could feel the anger swirling in his chest, but his reason told him to defeat him on the court.

"Eleven goals, score and then attack, if not score, exchange the ball."

An Ran suppressed her anger and nodded, expressing that she had no objection.

This kind of rule is very common both at home and abroad.

After that, the little fat man picked up the basketball and walked a few steps to the three-point line.

An Ran walked into the three-point line, stood upright, and looked at him intently.

This little fat man is about the same height as me, only 1.9 meters, but he has obviously gained more weight.

The little fat man kept testing his steps outside the three-point line, but An Ran didn't falter.

"I don't believe you dare to confidently shoot a three-pointer on the first ball."

An Ran controlled the situation two steps away from him, which was obviously a gesture of letting go rather than letting go.

The little fat man, who clicked twice, felt depressed for a while.

I can indeed shoot three-pointers, but my shooting percentage is really not flattering.

Gritting his teeth, he accelerated towards An Ran's right side.

"The bet was right." Seeing him start, An Ran felt happy. Sure enough, he suddenly broke out.

Since there was a reaction that was two steps away, An Ran naturally followed his footsteps.

But the little fat man didn't slow down at all, and moved forward a few steps at high speed relying on An Ran.

He pushed hard and squeezed out a little gap. With a flick of his wrist, the ball hit the board and went forward.

Seeing his first ball hit, the little fat man was very excited, but he was also surprised.

This man actually has so much strength, and it took him all his strength to squeeze out such a small space.

And the moment his shoulder came to him, An Ran secretly screamed.

An Ran completely understands offense and defense. This is a person who relies solely on his body to play, and his skills and shooting abilities are limited.

But his little steel cannon-like body is really hard to bear.

Silently picking up the ball, I already had a defensive strategy in mind.