NBA skills: Dominating the black basketball

The next day, during training, Bai Ze walked up to Akashi, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "A Zheng, they've been a little bit arrogant recently. I've found some American high school players to play a friendly match with us. You talk to them." Akashi was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Bai Ze to do such a thing quietly, but it was indeed a good thing. It could let those guys know what it means to be better than others. Then he nodded and said to Bai Ze: "OK!"

After that, Akashi clapped his hands and shouted loudly: "Papa! Everyone gather together, I have something to say."

After hearing the sound, everyone who was practicing shooting came over, and then Akashi pushed Bai Ze who was standing aside forward.

"Ahem, brothers, I found a group of American high school players to play a friendly match with us, you will be ready later." Bai Ze explained slowly.

"Fuck, really? Finally there is a master!" Qingfeng suddenly became excited. He recently thought that he was invincible and few people could keep up with him. So now he heard that there was a master coming, he was naturally very excited. The main thing is that Bai Ze didn't play a one-on-one with him, which made it impossible for him to show his strength.

"It's so boring, what American high school players, just crush them." Murasakihara curled his lips with disdain, as if he didn't take those people seriously at all. He put his hands in his pockets, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

Midorima on the side pushed his glasses and frowned slightly, seeming to attach some importance to the opponents Bai Ze had found: "It seems not simple!"

After all, the opponents were found at the level required by Bai Ze, so their strength should not be too different.

At this moment, Midorima suddenly remembered the morning divination this morning, and the fortune of Cancer was ranked fourth. This made him feel a little uneasy.

And Huang Lai smiled and said: "Wow, I have to play against masters again, so cool!" His eyes flashed with excitement, because he knew that only by fighting with strong people can he constantly improve himself.

Bai Ze's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile: "My request to you is to try not to lose more than 30 points."

Hearing this, Qingfeng suddenly widened his eyes, looked at Bai Ze in disbelief, and couldn't help shouting: "What! Aze, you look down on us too much! Don't worry, I will beat them."

Akagi and Midorima's faces instantly became solemn. If what Bai Ze said was true, then the opponent they were about to face would be extremely powerful.

Just when everyone was silent, Bai Ze's mobile phone rang again, and it was obvious that the opponent had arrived. Bai Ze said to everyone: "Hurry up and warm up."

After speaking, he answered the phone. The voice of the housekeeper yesterday was still on the other end of the phone: "Master, they have arrived."

Bai Ze responded: "Let them in."

Not long after, a group of young men composed of blacks and whites walked into the gymnasium, looking around as they walked. The leader was a tall man over two meters tall, with a thick brow on his forehead, which looked quite intimidating.

When the members of the basketball team saw these people appear, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and were shocked. The black people in front of them, with an average height of more than 1.9 meters, gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Although Qingfeng, Shirazawa, Midorima and others were all over 1.8 meters tall, and even Murasakibara was more than 2 meters tall, they still looked a little shorter than these people.

Not to mention that Akashi was only a little over 1.7 meters tall. Such a comparison made people feel uneasy, as if they were at a disadvantage.

Next to this group of American high school players stood a middle-aged man, who was the housekeeper who was in contact with Bai Ze. When he saw Bai Ze, his face instantly became extremely respectful. He bent down and said respectfully: "Master, I have brought you the person you wanted."

At this time, the big man standing in front of him, who was more than two meters tall, came forward and spoke in English with a thick American accent: "Does what you said before still count?"

"Of course, as long as you can beat us, everyone can get a bonus of 500,000 US dollars. What I said absolutely counts, and there will be no black whistle or unfair situation, so you can rest assured. Now, this is your opponent today." Bai Ze also answered in fluent English, and then

Then he pointed at Qingfeng and others.

Hearing this promise, Anthony Davis finally felt relieved. He carefully looked at the group of opponents who looked a little thin in front of him, and couldn't help but smile, as if he felt that this was simply giving him money.

"Okay, my name is Anthony Davis. Next, let me introduce my teammates to you." Brother Brow was very enthusiastic. After all, these people are their sponsors. For these teenagers who are still in high school, such a huge temptation of money is really hard to resist.

"This is Andrew Wiggins," Brother Brow proudly pulled a simple and honest black youth next to him to his front and introduced him to Bai Ze. Wiggins was a little shy, scratching his head and showing Bai Ze a simple smile.

Seeing Wiggins like this, Bai Ze couldn't help laughing in his heart: "I didn't expect that Goji was so shy before."

Then, Brother Brow pointed to the only white player in the team and said to Bai Ze: "His name is Zach LaVine, and his strength should not be underestimated."

LaVine raised his mouth slightly and nodded to Bai Ze with a confident smile.

Afterwards, Brother Brow introduced several other teammates in turn: "This is D'Angelo Russell and Dennis Schroeder."

Bai Ze shook hands with them one by one and gave a friendly response to everyone.

After introducing the players, Bai Ze clapped his hands and reminded: "Okay, time waits for no one, everyone should warm up and prepare for the game." Everyone responded and turned to the court to start warming up.

Looking at the backs of everyone leaving, Brother Brow raised a barely perceptible contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth.

He thought to himself: "Huh, they actually asked us to warm up? These yellow people are really self-righteous!" However, he did not show it, but just followed his teammates to the warm-up venue silently.

He glanced at Bai Ze and others, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile. In fact, he was not optimistic about these Asian faces, thinking that their strength was mediocre and not worth mentioning at all.

Compared with the meticulous and strict warm-up of the Miracle Generation, the American high school players on the opposite side were simply a world of difference. They all looked lazy and seemed to care nothing about the game.

Some people sat directly on the sidelines, chatting and laughing with each other, with no intention of warming up at all; while others stood on the court, but just looked around listlessly, as if they were unwilling to move at all.