Basketball Myth: Super Guard

The score became 4:3.

The red team attacked. Brother Flathead held the ball and advanced. After he came to the frontcourt, he didn’t pass the ball. He didn’t even look at Fergie. , now it's my turn to attack, can you defend me?"

Butler sneered, feeling very interesting, and spit out a word in Chinese: "Gan!"

Brother Pingtou was stunned and asked subconsciously, "What do you mean?"

But Butler didn't mean to explain. He thought that Qin had a way. It turned out that scolding people had to be in words that others couldn't understand, so it felt good.

Seeing that Butler didn't speak, Brother Flathead knew that it was definitely not a good word. He glared at Butler angrily, lowered his center of gravity and started to attack. The basketball jumped and flipped in his hand, as if it stuck to his hand. The skills are really good.

Suddenly, Brother Pingtou turned his left hand and raised his center of gravity.

"Want to shoot?" Butler subconsciously stood on tiptoe and raised his right hand to block.

But who knew that Brother Flathead sneered, suddenly changed direction and accelerated, the basketball changed from left hand to right hand, and rushed past Butler.

Butler turned around and shouted to the referee, "I turned my wrist."

The referee ignored it.

Brother Flathead passed Butler, but he did not take advantage of the situation to score inside, but stopped, returned to the outside of the three-point line, and sneered at Butler: "Flip your wrist? This is Rock Park, the holy land of streetball, with It's also streetball rules. You don't know that in the streetball rules, this kind of action is not considered a wrist turn?"

In order to pursue flamboyance, many streetball movements are turning the wrist, so there is almost no such thing as turning the wrist in the streetball rules. If you want to blow the wrist, then streetball can't be played at all.

"Gan!" Butler swears angrily, staring at Brother Pingtou, his eyes flashing with cold murderous aura.

Qin Hao also narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly. If Brother Flathead passed Butler and made a layup just now, it would be fine. This is a street court, and it's not wrong to call the penalty according to the rules of streetball. But he clearly passed Butler but stopped and went back to humiliate Butler from beyond the arc.

This is overkill.

"Believe it or not?" Brother Flathead grinned, suddenly changed direction, switched the ball to his left hand, hooked the ball with his left hand, flipped his wrist, and the basketball flew.

"What?" Butler was taken aback, a little stunned, "Pass?"

The result is not.

The basketball passed over Butler's head, but it was not a pass. Brother Flathead started quickly, took advantage of Butler's stunned time to pass by him, grabbed the falling basketball and took a step forward, jumped up and made a move in the air. Dodged, avoided the block and made a layup.

"This..." Butler wanted to curse.

Isn't this an example?

But this is street basketball, and turning the wrist is not an example, nor is it an example of throwing the ball and then catching it and continuing to dribble.

"It's the loss of the rules." Qin Hao smiled bitterly.

In fact, Butler knows very little about street basketball, but Locke Park is too famous, so he always wanted to come here, but he suffered a secret loss.

Qin Hao came to Butler, patted Butler on the shoulder, and comforted: "This is a street court, the rules are different, do you want me to come?"

"No." Butler shook his head firmly.

"That's fine." Qin Hao didn't force it, but only suggested to Butler, "Don't worry about that kid's bells and whistles later, just grab him and jump out."

Butler's eyes lit up and nodded with a grin.

......

A young man walked into the stadium. He was less than 1.8 meters tall. He was wearing a hood at night, covering most of his face. He seemed to be familiar with Locke Park. He squeezed through the crowd and came to the corner. , put his hands in his pockets, and watched the game on the court with a smile.

"Zero."

A voice sounded beside the young man, it was the potbellied host.

The young man named Zero turned his head, smiled, punched the host, then hugged and said with a smile, "Dean, long time no see, how are you?"

"It's still the same." The host Dean shrugged his shoulders, looked Zero up and down, and his eyes lit up when he saw him wearing a jersey and sneakers, "Why, are you planning to play? You haven't been here for a long time, everyone misses you so much. ."

Zero glanced at the court, shook his head and said, "Forget it, the game has already started, and it seems that there are no masters."

Dean laughed, pointed to the court, and said, "That's not necessarily true. Look at the blue team's No. 8 and the red team's No. 3. The two of them look good and are blowing each other up."

Zero smiled, noncommittal: "Let's take a look."

on the field.

The blue team attacked, Fogg pushed the ball to the front court, and when Butler wanted the ball, he passed it, and the flat head quickly stepped forward and pounced on Butler.

"Good job." Butler was waiting for Brother Flathead, and when he saw him pounce, he immediately made a breakthrough.

Brother Pingtou suffered a loss before, knowing that the confrontation is not as good as Butler, so he quickly retreated, leaned against Butler sideways, not against Butler, just moved close to him, not letting Butler throw himself away, planning to wait for Butler to come on Give him a chase cap when he's in the basket.

Too bad he thought it was too simple.

Butler suddenly stopped after taking two steps forward, and pushed his body against the flat head brother, forcing the flat head brother to stop, then Butler accelerated and made a layup.

Seeing Butler and Brother Pingtou explode each other, the audience on the sidelines got excited and began to shout loudly, asking Brother Pingtou to return one, wanting to see the two continue their duel.

"This ball was played very cleverly." Zero's eyes lit up, and he became interested, looking at Brother Flathead, "I wonder what the strength of this kid is?"

Red team attack.

After Brother Pingtou came to the frontcourt, he went straight to Butler. The rest of the red team didn't mind that he played so alone. After all, this was just an entertainment game, and Brother Pingtou's level was obviously not bad. The other players in the red team also Happy to let Brother Flathead perform.

The others pulled away, and Brother Flathead and Butler singled out.

This time, Brother Flathead still made a breakthrough, with fancy moves and dazzling dribbling, like a juggling act. Qin Hao was speechless and couldn't help but want to laugh.

This action is fancy, but it is too fancy. The operation is as fierce as a tiger. When he sees that he is still in the same place, Butler has made up his mind to wait until Brother Pingtou takes action, so he is not moved at all. The monk entered the meditation, which made Brother Flathead's gorgeous movements look a little awkward.

Brother Pingtou also realized it.

Seeing that Butler didn't move, he snorted angrily, accelerated suddenly, broke through from the right, Butler moved, but Brother Flathead suddenly turned around with the ball, bypassed Butler, hugged the basketball, took three steps, and rushed to the inside line Then jump up and send the ball to the hoop...