The Point Guard is Here

The game continues.

Andre, a small guard at Baize High School, still can't defend his opponent Rupert. Rupert is a shooter who is very good at running, and his body is much stronger than Andre's. Andre was like a jelly bean about to melt. His mentality collapsed because of the last fall and his mother suddenly stood up and shouted.

The child is too sensitive and fragile. He lived in the shadow of a strong mother since he was a child. Today is his attempt to prove that he is an adult, but he failed.

In the future, he may need a long time to heal the short 1 minute in the fourth quarter this afternoon.

For many people, this may just be a small detail of life.

However, Andre lowered his head. Although he declared before the game like all teenagers that he will prove everything, he is not the protagonist after all. In the future, he will not become a glamorous big shot.

The coach, Uncle Tom, quickly replaced him and replaced him with another striker, Anderson. Anderson is a black player with long hands and feet. His athletic ability is very good, but his shooting is not as accurate as Andre.

However, that doesn't really matter anymore.

Fan Xi seems to have opened the door to a new world after the success of the 'Bagua Step' last time.

When Tom Ampton continued to let go of the defense, he immediately adopted the same move. This time, he went forward with his left foot...Vanheede was adept with both hands...although Hampton kind of guessed Vanhey's move.

But he was still fooled.

Fan Xi's gossip swings quickly to the right, cleans his defense, and then throws the basketball into the basket with his right hand.

The weird change of direction of the gossip step made Hampton High's defense powerless.

It's not a technical skill that should be present in high school basketball.

In other words, it is still in the patent period of the 'Bagua Step' invention, and the coaching staff of Hampton High School has no way to deal with it unless they improve their defense against Fan Xie.

But before that, Fan Xie has proved that he can help the team by passing the ball.

Fortunately...Hampton High School is very strong, and their overall lineup is full of advantages.

Although Fanhee scored brilliant goals one after another, he was only strong in the No. 1 position, and Bei Ze High School was at a disadvantage in the other four positions. What's more, his lethality is far less powerful than Iverson.

We played 10 minutes in the second half.

Bezer High went from trailing by 2 points to trailing by 9 points.

Seeing to enter the double-digit backwardness.

Head coach Uncle Sam anxiously asked for a timeout.

He can only hope that God will send Iverson back to the court quickly.

He really had no other choice, or he chose to resign himself to fate from the beginning. If it weren't for Fan Xi's outstanding performance today, the game would have lost its suspense.

"Stop struggling, kid, I admit you played better than me today."

"However, your level only stops here, and I will get better and better. God didn't give yellow people the genes to play basketball."

Before Tom Upton returned to the bench, he deliberately walked up to Fan Xie, and he attacked with old-fashioned words: "The eagle may fly lower than the pheasant, but the pheasant will never fly as high as the eagle."

Fan Xi glanced at Tom Upton: "Who is the pheasant talking about?"

"The pheasant said you!" Upton blurted out.

Fan Xi smiled faintly and walked towards the bench.

...

Calhoun, the head coach of the University of Connecticut sitting on the sidelines, heard the conversation between the two very clearly. Next to him, North Carolina assistant coach Liszt and Arizona head coach Olson also smiled. response.

They were impressed by Fan Xi's intelligence. There is no head coach who doesn't like smart players.

"I know you two have your eyes on that No. 10 player. But I think that kid in Hampton is right. The talent of the yellow race is limited, and his upper limit is destined to be low.

"Calhoun deliberately said to the two competitors next to him: "He may just be a little prestige in the high school league." "

He hoped that these two would understand his words and stop coveting the yellow-skinned defender. Because he figured it out, UConn needs someone who can pass the ball to Don Sauer and Ray Allen.

"The requirements for physical talent in college basketball are not so obvious. We are not selecting players for NBA professional teams." North Carolina assistant coach Liszt said disapprovingly.

When Calhoun heard this, he thought why these two people would not be fooled, and he was a little anxious, so he said quickly: "If you like him, just recruit him. Anyway, I will not recruit an opponent without letting go of two steps." A shooting guard. Not to be fooled by a single game."

This sentence was a bit lethal, and both Olsen and Lister fell silent.

Whether he can shoot and whether he dares to shoot are actually two different things. If a high school guard is at his most energetic and fully in control of the ball, he dare not even shoot the basket when facing an open space.

There are only two answers, or he lacks confidence in his shooting. This means that he will most likely never be able to practice shooting for the rest of his life.

Either his mentality is far beyond his peers, and he is trying to find the most correct way to solve problems on the court.

The former is trash.

The latter is genius.

Between breaths.

In the current situation, Fan Xi not only shows signs of genius, but also has the tendency of being useless.

Therefore, even the two coaches who liked Fan Xi very much did not speak up.

...

"Mr. Wilser, my nephew is only one goal away from the NBA. I'm so excited, our family is finally going to have a millionaire..." Uncle Fan Le shook Wilser's hand vigorously on the high platform Shoulder.

Walther's expression was filled with pain. He now has a feeling of wanting to cry without tears, and he realizes that he has committed a crime.

Why would you cheat on such a simple older single man?

He pinned all his hopes in life on his nephew.

When the time comes his dream will be broken.

I…

Walser was very, very upset.

...

Ding!

10 points are credited to your points bank.

Points supermarket opened.

Fan Xi, who had just returned to his seat, heard a wonderful system beep.

It turned out that he played 30 minutes in official high school games and accumulated 10 points.

He quickly sat upright, focused his eyes, and entered the realm of the ball god.

Sure enough, the point supermarket opened, when he walked in.

But I was taken aback.

The huge supermarket was hazy, and the only thing that could be seen clearly was the book "Basic Skills for Breakthrough Layups in High School", which was sold for 500 points.

Isn't this robbery?

I'm only 10 o'clock.

How is it possible to afford it?

Fan Xi felt that the system was playing tricks on him.

He was just about to log out of the system.

The system prompts: "The host has reached the lottery standard, whether to use 1 point to start the first lottery event."

Um? First draw?

Fan Xi frowned, he was very excited, usually, the first lottery didn't come with a big gift bag?

Um!

Fan Xi shook his heart and said silently: Ouhuang Ouhuang! Brilliant for me!

lottery!

beep!

The system drew a round of cards, and then showed a huge: None!

It means no hit, nothing.

"Does the host continue?" The system voice was full of temptation.

Fan Xi glanced at the remaining 9 points, and then gave up.

Ouhuang Ouhuang! Must be brilliant!

lottery!

beep!

The system drew another round of cards, showing a huge: None!

what the hell!

Are the five cards all: None!

"Does the host continue?" The system's voice became more and more delicate, as if Medusa was blinking.

Fan Xi couldn't stand this temptation at all, and there were 7 points left. Theoretically, it can only be drawn once more.

But never mind.

No child cries every day.

How can African chieftains lose every day.

Ouhuang, Ouhuang, king in three rounds!

lottery!

beep!

The system draws and rotates the cards... After a long time, a picture card is shown, an immature European white boy.

"Congratulations on winning the 15-year-old 364-day Peternovic shooting experience card, the experience time is 10 minutes."

After a piece of garbage truck music, the system continued to say in an encouraging voice: "Although the host looks embarrassed playing hard, the posture of winning the experience card is really handsome."

Fan Xi ignored the system's voice.

He was just thinking, what's going on?

Peter Novich is 15 years old and 364 days shooting experience card, isn't that 16 years old? Need to be so rigorous?

Is the 16-year-old Petronovich shooting accurately?

Fan Xi continued to concentrate, he watched the card introduction below.

At this time, he didn't know that the live broadcast camera of Virginia TV had moved over, aiming at the declining Bezer High School bench. The TV station really wanted to see how the high school players under pressure would react.

When the head coach, Uncle Tom, saw the camera coming over, he changed his resigned character before, he unbuttoned his suit and slapped his palm vigorously.

Shouting in an excited voice:

"Children, are you willing to give victory like this?"

"You are the hope of Baize High School, and you represent the highest level of Virginia high school basketball. How can this difficulty stump you?"

"Listen, we need a hero right now, we need a superhero who stands up and carries Bizer High, then knocks Hampton High to the ground!!"

"I believe that this superhero will appear soon!"

Uncle Tom roared his speech, and then he scanned the bench with burning eyes.

But the group of second-in-commands on the bench are all dead now, and no one wants to stand up. Since the second half, they have been beaten to doubt their lives: the blood of young people comes quickly and cools down even faster. They no longer have the lofty ambitions of the opening, and now they just want Iverson to come back soon, and they don't want to be superheroes, and they are still in front of the camera.

The camera scans the Bizerte High bench, and their director loves it. But now, why didn't you stand up?

Just when the director was considering whether to cut the shot.

suddenly!

A figure jumped up from the bench.

He actually clenched his fist and waved it towards the sky vigorously!

And there was an 'ohh' sound!

Focusing on it, it is the No. 10 defender.

He has performed very well today, is he the superhero of Beize High School?

The anchor of Virginia TV yelled desperately on the TV. He tried to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience in front of the TV.

The scene just now is very similar to the scene in a youth sports movie.

After a long and dull long shot, the focus is instantly focused, and the protagonist breaks out with impertinence.

"Very good, Jack!"

Uncle Tom patted Fan Xie on the shoulder: "Baize High School will be proud of you!"

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