Basketball Myth: Super Guard

When the host finished speaking, some people in the crowd raised their hands and signed up enthusiastically.

Butler said with a smile: "Although it is a random selection and a random team, the host decides who to choose. The host is not a fool, they are very experienced, and the people selected are generally not too bad. If true There are some very bad ones, it must be the host who deliberately picked it out to liven up the atmosphere."

"Uh..." Qin Hao was speechless, isn't this a black box operation?

Sure enough, random selection, random team formation, and everyone have a chance, this is just a gimmick like the lottery on the street.

This is actually necessary. Otherwise, if you choose a few at random, it will be a mess, even uglier than Xiang, and the reputation of Locke Park?

There must be gimmicks, and there must be good games.

That's the trick.

"I'm coming, don't argue with me." A young man stood out from the crowd and shouted loudly. He was about 1.8 meters tall. He was a black boy with a lean body and a shaved head. The top of her hair was dyed white, which contrasted sharply with her dark skin.

Seeing this young man, Qin Hao couldn't help but want to laugh, shouldn't this kid come from Africa, he belongs to Brother Pingtou? How the whole is the same as the flat head brother.

It's a pity that Butler hasn't watched "Animal World", and he doesn't know "African flat-headed brother, there are not many cruel words", and he is still looking at the boy with interest and commenting: "The body is too thin, but the hands are long and the legs are static. The talent is still good, and the age is not too old, but I don't know what the strength is, so crazy."

This young man is a little crazy. From his appearance to his expression, from his eyes to his movements, he reveals the word "crazy". Not only Butler is not happy, but many people are not happy.

"Boy, go home and eat milk, this is not the place you should be."

"Little guy, your mother called you home for dinner."

"Haha, with a thin bamboo pole like you, I can knock down a car with one fist. This is Locke Park. You came to the wrong place. If you are so arrogant, you will cry."

People were shouting, whistling, and laughing.

Brother Flathead's already dark face seemed to be even darker. He snorted angrily, grabbed the basketball and rushed to the hoop. After taking two steps, he jumped up, hooking the ball with his ape-like arms and heading towards the hoop. Deducted.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, the basketball was dunked into the hoop.

For a while, people quieted down and looked at the young man in amazement. It was not unusual for him to dunk a basketball at a height of 1.8 meters, but he was too easy to dunk.

"Excellent wingspan and excellent jumping." Butler raised his eyebrows and smiled: "And looking at his movements, he should be a little capable."

"It's just a little crazy." Qin Hao nodded.

However, in Locke Park, people who are incompetent will be beaten violently, but as long as you have the ability, it doesn't matter how crazy you are, you will only get cheers and applause.

The host pointed at Brother Pingtou and said with a smile: "Okay, you have proved your strength, and today's game counts as one of you."

Brother Flathead proudly raised his chin, looked around, and said, "This is my home court today, just wait and see my performance."

"Hey, don't you just know how to dunk? You thought you were the only one who could."

"that is."

"Boy, you'll cry later, I promise."

For a time, the atmosphere became hot, some people screamed, some people cursed, and more people raised their hands to sign up.

There must be someone who is hot-blooded.

Qin Hao saw a young man in his twenties throw away his suit and ran to the court wearing trousers and leather shoes. He snatched the host's microphone and shouted at his brother, "Boy, I will use My shoes are rubbing against your face, and I can beat you to the teeth in trousers. Wait, you're a crybaby when I'm on the field."

As a result... the guy was thrown out by the host.

The host ignored this bragging guy, and spat in contempt. He didn't even understand the rules at all. He wore a suit and leather shoes to play in Rock Park. Is there something wrong with his brain?

"You, and you..." The host began to pick people.

The person who was called by the host came to the court, someone gave a jersey, and they put the jersey on their body randomly, even if they were ready.

I picked several people in a row, some tall and some short, some strong and some thin, they looked uneven, but in Qin Hao's eyes, I felt that these people were not bad.

Together with Brother Pingtou, 8 people were quickly selected.

With two people remaining, the host glanced around in the crowd, and finally his eyes fell on Qin Hao and Butler, shouting, "Hey, you two, it's just you."

"We?" Qin Hao was taken aback.

But he couldn't help but refuse, and the people around him stretched out their hands and pushed him and Butler onto the court, and some people patted Butler's butt to cheer him on.

Qin Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Butler was a little excited. He had wanted to play at Rock Park for a long time.

Seeing Butler's expression, Qin Hao smiled helplessly. Originally, he planned to be a spectator and experience the atmosphere of Locke Park. But Butler wants to fight, so let's fight.

A total of ten people were simply divided into two groups. Qin Hao and Butler each received a blue jersey over their bodies. Qin Hao was No. 6 and Butler was No. 8.

There are three other people wearing blue jerseys, two of them black, and one white guy, together with Qin Hao and Butler, even if they are the blue team.

On the other side is the red team, including Brother Flathead, and four other people. One of them is nearly two meters tall. He looks like a bull, and looks scary.

Before the game started, Brother Pingtou stared at Qin Hao with bad eyes, and said to the host, "Why is there an Asian guy, is it because he is tall?"

Before waiting for the host or Qin Hao to speak, Butler's face turned gloomy, he walked to Brother Pingtou, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "Boy, show me some respect, Qin is my brother, how dare you Disrespect to him, I will make you regret it."

"Jimmy." Qin Hao shrugged and smiled, "I can solve it myself."

Butler smiled suddenly. With Qin Hao's strength, he really didn't need him to take action. He gave Brother Pingtou a pitying look and turned back to Qin Hao.

Brother Pingtou snorted coldly and put down a cruel sentence: "I will let you know how good I am when the game starts."

Qin Hao smiled indifferently. If Brother Pingtou needed it, he didn't recommend that Brother Pingtou suffer a little.

There was even a referee prepared here, and he looked very professional. He wore the referee's short-sleeved t-shirt and blew his whistle to signal the start of the game.