Although the opponent's height was almost the same as his own, and his body shape seemed to be better, years of experience told him that the Chinese boy in front of him would never be older than 20 years old.
In addition, he has often heard that there are various "relationships" within the Celestial Empire, and he is more willing to believe that he was defeated by such "relationships".
Yes, it was because of his "relationship" that he lost to the unknown boy. At this moment, Macdonald was even sure that the report in front of him was false.
Damn the Chinese people, they actually don’t keep their words. How can the big words I boasted in my hometown be rounded?
Damn boy, you took away my money, my lot of money!
…
In fact, Macdonald has no reason to think this way. With a population of more than one billion in China, the only one who has truly made a name for himself in the world of basketball is Yao Ming. No one else would have believed that an unknown young man from China would have a body comparable to Yao Ming's. talent.
"Mr. Donald, please be more respectful. We are a professional basketball club and we will never play deceitful tricks." MacDonald's words made Wu Bolan unable to bear the anger in his heart any longer, and his tone became increasingly intense. Hair cold.
MacDonald seemed to have not seen Wu Bolan's face, and continued to be weird: "Haha, Miss Wu, height 212cm, arm span 227cm, maximum bench press 115kg, and then you tell me, such data appears in a 17-year-old boy Do you think I should believe it?"
"If I'm not afraid of offending you, even Yao Ming, the NBA No. 1 pick that your country is proud of, his static physical talent has never reached this level."
"If your club insists on playing tricks on me, I will definitely make you regret it."
"You..." Wu Bolan felt a little uncomfortable being retorted, and to be honest, she was also a little shaken.
Although MacDonald's expression was a little disgusting, he was right in some words. Zelin's static talent is probably slightly inferior to Dayao and Yi Jianlian.
After all, data is just data. After all, Wu Bolan has not witnessed Wang Zelin's physical test process with her own eyes. Although she is willing to believe in the authenticity of this data, she still retains the slightest doubt in her heart.
"Mr. Donald, right?" Wang Zelin took the ball and walked slowly between MacDonald and Wu Bolan.
"You are Wang Zelin." After saying this, he did not forget to show the two reports in Yang's hand.
"Zelin, why are you here?"
"Sister Bolan, since someone refuses to believe in my strength, then I can only come over and verify it myself!"
Then Wang Zelin turned his head and said very lightly: "Mr. Donald, you and I are both basketball players. Talking about other things is empty. Why not, let's talk with the ball!"
"OK!"
MacDonald couldn't believe that this pseudo-genius in his mind dared to challenge him.
But then he became extremely excited: Come on, I want to prove that you are a fake and a shameless Chinese.
Wang Zelin's sudden invitation to fight caught everyone's expectations, but after thinking about it for a moment, they quickly relaxed.
Young people, who is not angry?
For Fan Bin and others, this kind of thing is not a bad thing. After all, competition will always make people improve, and they also really want to see what Wang Zelin's actual combat level is.
Just like an exam, how many people do whatever they want in the mock exams, only to fail in the best exams.
"Bolan, come here, let's see what Xiao Wang's actual combat ability is?" Ma Lianbao, who had been watching for a long time, waved to Wu Bolan and called him to his side.
"Okay, Uncle Ma."
As the former Fujian men's basketball coach, Ma Baolian and Wu Bolan are naturally very familiar with each other, and the latter has always maintained respect for Ma Baolian.
But now what Wu Bolan is wondering is: "Why is this kid suddenly so good at English?"
Did I miss something interesting by not seeing each other during this time?
I have to say that women’s sixth sense is indeed accurate.
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"Boy, how do you want to play?" MacDonald seemed a little anxious at this time.
"It's very simple. Let's play 10 goals 1vs1. One attack lasts 14 seconds, and the team that scored can continue to attack. How about who scores 10 goals first?" Wang Zelin said cheerfully.
"No problem, but I have to attack first. After all, respecting the old and caring for the young is a fine tradition for you Chinese people, isn't it?" Although MacDonald would rather die than believe that this young man would have such physical fitness, he couldn't stand it. I saw a ghost!
Therefore, McDonald, who knows that he is a strong offensive and defensive player, wants to get the first offensive ball without any shame.
Who the hell said that foreigners are all upright? If you have the guts, stand in front of me and say it again. See if I don’t reward your big mouth.
"OK!"
After Wang Zelin paused for a few seconds, he quickly accepted the other party's request.
Except for speed and mid-range shooting, this guy MacDonald has no ability that can match him, and even the two things he is better than him are limited. The chance that he can win is very slim.
Of course, it is not ruled out that the opponent has a strong touch and scores 10 consecutive shots from the outside, but the probability of this happening is no less than that of Zhou Qi's ability to serve the foul ball.
"Zelin is a bit too much!" As a father, Wang Changhai is the one who hopes that Wang Zelin will win the most among all the people present. After seeing your family agree to the other party's request not to make faces, you will inevitably complain a little.
"Don't worry, Old Wang, this kid Ze Linlin is very measured." Liu Yudong's face was still cheerful, and those who didn't know thought he was Wang Zelin's father.
While everyone was chatting, Wang Zelin and McDonald were already doing warm-up exercises, and the latter was already outside the three-point line.
MacDonald held the ball in his right hand, took a few steps inside, leaned against Wang Zelin and began to exert force... and then found that he could not hold up the opponent.
How is it possible? This kid can't be so powerful!
MacDonald quickly lowered his center of gravity, then used his back to hit Wang Zelin hard.
This time, Wang Zelin was knocked back a small step. Although the difference in strength between the two was more than 10 points, the opponent also had an upper limb strength of 51 and a lower limb strength of 48. It was impossible to not move at all.
It was this sudden collision that caused Wang Zhelin to lose his position. Although he quickly got back, Mike Denard still got space to take action and pulled up directly.
"Uh-huh!"
Although the shot was a bit reluctant, it still went in.
1:0
After the goal, MacDonald yelled: "Comeon baby!"
In Chinese, it probably means "Sao Nian, that's it?"
The failure to defend this ball was largely due to Wang Zelin's experience. He used too much force when defending and did not know how to shoot seven points, leaving only three points.
If it were the Wang Zelin of the past, he might not have won the bid so easily, but unfortunately, that Wang Zelin can no longer come back, and now the person holding the other body is an ordinary basketball fan who has just awakened to the golden finger.
He had the experience of losing to his opponent in the first round, so he was not that frustrated. .
Because he knows very well that in terms of ability, he must be stronger than the other party, but in terms of experience, that thing takes time.
However, he is still full of confidence in victory. Even though the opponent has a strength rating of 53, which is only 3 points lower than himself, the CBA foreign aid level and the superstar level are two different levels after all. The 3-point difference will cause a world of difference. Don't.
This is the confidence that every bad guy should have!
"continue!"
After picking up the ball, Wang Zelin casually passed it to McDonald.
"snort!"
Seeing that the opponent's mood did not show a tendency to lose, McDonald knew that his plan had failed, and after receiving the ball, he stood back outside the three-point line.
This young and somewhat exaggerated boy was able to maintain such a good mentality in the face of his own provocation.
It’s really not simple!
