It's Team B's turn to serve.
Zhou Peng unloaded the basketball and pushed towards the half court. Just after the half court, Xin Yong came to his vicinity. Perhaps it was Zhao Feiyang's marking that made Xin Yong feel provoked. He seemed eager to prove himself.
"Zhou Peng, give me the ball."
Zhou Peng didn't intend to pass the ball to Xin Yong, but this time Xin Yong seemed a little excited. Considering the relationship behind Xin Yong, Zhou Peng hesitated for a moment and passed the ball.
One second ago, Xin Yong was standing in front of Zhao Feiyang, but when Zhou Peng threw the basketball, Zhao Feiyang suddenly stepped in front of him.
Snapped.
Zhou Peng's pass was intercepted, and Zhao Feiyang accelerated wildly with the ball.
Xin Yong behind him was shocked. At this time, he had no time to blame Zhou Peng, so he got up and chased Zhao Feiyang.
Unfortunately, his speed cannot be compared with Zhao Feiyang.
When Zhao Feiyang rushed to the basket for an easy layup, Xin Yong had just reached the midline.
Uh-huh.
The ball went in.
Zhao Feiyang, who easily scored the goal, also deliberately looked proud, especially when he walked past Xin Yong, he said, "Boy, your identity is great to others, but it's nothing to show off to me." ..."
"I'm not playing in the CBA!"
These two simple sentences made Xin Yong extremely unhappy, but he couldn't say anything to refute.
"Zhou Peng, how did you pass the ball?"
"Can Marder fight?"
The irritable Xin Yong could only vent his anger on Zhou Peng.
Zhou Peng was unhappy, but he could only hold back and not talk back.
Snapped.
This time, Zhou Peng simply served the ball to Xin Yong and let him hold the ball across half court.
As soon as Xin Yong got the ball, Zhao Feiyang immediately came closer.
He had no intention of giving Xin Yong any chance to pass halftime, and immediately reached out to snatch the basketball from Xin Yong's hand. Xin Yong blocked Zhao Feiyang with one side of his body, but was still forced to retreat.
"You're a kid with your level and you still come back from the European League?"
"You're the boss in the European Schoolboy League, right?"
Zhao Feiyang was talking trash while forcing Xin Yong to make mistakes.
"Fuck!"
"Are everyone dead? No one came to help?"
Xin Yong cursed loudly.
However, his every move has long aroused disgust among his teammates, especially defender Zhou Peng, who passed the ball directly to him and passed the half court without any intention of covering him.
Seeing that the ball in Xin Yong's hand was about to be snatched away, at the critical moment, this guy suddenly hit the ball on Zhao Feiyang's feet.
The basketball rolled out of bounds.
Xin Yong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's Team B's turn to serve again.
This time, Xin Yong was much more obedient than before and took the initiative to give the ball to Zhou Peng. After the basketball was released, Xin Yong was not in a hurry to get the ball. Instead, Zhou Peng took the ball himself and organized the attack at the top of the arc.
"What? Are you scared?"
"You don't even dare to catch the ball?"
Zhao Feiyang taunted again.
Xin Yong's expression was not very good, but because of his lack of strength, he could not find any reason to refute, so he could only let Zhao Feiyang mock him.
Team B's offense went inside. Zhou Qi caught the basketball and threw it with a hook. Unfortunately, he was still a little short of scoring.
boom.
The basketball bounced out of the basket.
This time Wang Zhelin was a step slower and the rebound was taken away by Li Xiaoxu.
Li Xiaoxu looked around and threw the ball to Xin Yong on the outside. At this time, Xin Yong was in a pretty good position. More importantly, Zhao Feiyang tried to help defend before, so he deliberately missed him.
Xin Yong was also very excited when he got the ball. He raised the basketball and took action before Zhao Feiyang pounced on him.
Uh-huh.
A three-pointer was scored steadily.
Zhao Feiyang didn't jump much at all, so his defense couldn't reach Xin Yong's hand.
But in Xin Yong's eyes, this scene was one of the manifestations of his strength in defeating Zhao Feiyang.
"The NBA is nothing more than this!"
"I thought you were omnipotent on the court... Just change your name! From now on you will be called Zhao Qiaodan..."
Xin Yong also started talking trash in return.
Zhao Feiyang was deeply surprised by his expression.
"Fuck!"
"This guy dared to open a dyeing workshop just by giving him a little color! I deliberately let him in, but he got more aggressive... If he scores another goal, I have to buy a mattress tonight. Sleeping outside the labor gate..."
Team A serves.
Zhao Feiyang took the initiative to pass the ball. Guo Ailun only took two steps and gave the ball to Zhao Feiyang.
"Um?"
"Why don't you leave?"
Guo Ailun looked respectful, and looked at Zhao Feiyang with admiration in his eyes, "Brother Feiyang, come on! I want to see how you excel... learn and learn... "
"OK."
"Look, I'm only going to do it once..."
Zhao Feiyang did not reject young players like Guo Ailun.
After getting the basketball, he quickly dribbled it over. As soon as he reached the top of the key, Xin Yong followed him like a piece of candy. He tried to copy Zhao Feiyang's previous defense and kept reaching out to interfere with Zhao Feiyang's dribbling. Unexpectedly, his and Zhao Feiyang's dribbling were not at the same level.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhao Feiyang shook him away with a cross step. Xin Yong was stunned on the spot, while Zhao Feiyang took the ball and entered the basket.
Li Xiaoxu on the inside tried to make up the defense, but Zhao Feiyang deceived him with a fake pass, and then easily put the ball into the basket with a backhand layup.
Uh-huh.
The ball went in.
Guo Ailun stood outside the three-point line with a look of admiration. If the atmosphere at the scene was not inappropriate, he would even applaud.
"Fuck!"
"So handsome!"
"If I can dribble at this level, I can definitely play in the NBA..."
Although the reactions of other national team players were not as exaggerated as Guo Ailun, they were not far behind!
Zhao Feiyang's every move seemed easy, but in fact it meant that the strength he displayed far exceeded theirs, otherwise such an effect would never be possible.
The head coach Ma Lei standing on the sidelines couldn't help but sigh, "The national team cannot do without Zhao Feiyang! It's a pity that Yao Ming has retired. Otherwise, this Chinese men's basketball team might be able to achieve good results in the World Cup group stage." !”
At the same time, in the monitoring room of the training hall, Xin Guotao, the head of the Basketball Association, was also watching the situation on the court.
When he saw Xin Yong being brutally tortured by Zhao Feiyang, Xin Guotao's face became terrifyingly gloomy.
"Xiaoyong is spoiled by his father. It's good to suffer a little... If you suffer enough, you can establish yourself in the national team in the future..."
"Since you, Zhao Feiyang, are here, I won't be polite! I won't bear it when I need to use you in the future..."
"I really can't do anything to you if you don't play in the domestic league, but as long as you return to the national team, no matter how successful you are in the NBA, you have to obey my orders when you come back..."
"You're just a little player, do you really think of yourself as a superstar? Only when I want to tease you will you know what the rules here are..."
