Basketball Myth: Super Guard

The score becomes 4:3.

The red team attacked, the flat-headed brother pushed forward with the ball. After coming to the front court, he did not pass the ball. He didn't even look at Fogg. Instead, he went straight to Butler and said to Butler: "You were lucky with the ball just now. , Now it’s me offensive, can you defend me?"

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

Brother Pingtou was taken aback, and subconsciously asked: "What do you mean?"

But Butler didn't mean to explain. He said that Qin still had a way. It turned out that he had to use words that others didn't understand, so it felt good.

Seeing Butler not speaking, the flat-headed brother knew that it was definitely not a good thing. He glared at Butler angrily, lowered his center of gravity and started attacking. The basketball jumped and flipped on his hand, as if stuck in his hand, holding the ball. The skills are indeed very skilled.

Suddenly, Flathead turned his left hand and his center of gravity was raised.

"To vote?" Butler subconsciously stood on tiptoe and raised his right hand to seal.

But who knows that the flat-headed brother sneered, and suddenly changed the direction and accelerated, the basketball changed from the left hand to the right hand, and jumped past Butler.

Butler turned and yelled to the referee: "I turned my wrist."

The referee ignored it.

The flat-headed brother passed Butler, but did not take advantage of the inside to score, but stopped, returned to the three-point line, and sneered at Butler: "Turn your wrist? This is Locke Park, a streetball mecca. It’s also the rules of streetball. Don’t you know that in the rules of streetball, this kind of action is not counted as turning the wrist, right?"

In the pursuit of magnificence, many streetball actions involve turning the wrist, so there is almost no such thing as turning the wrist in the rules of streetball. If you want to turn the wrist, then streetball simply cannot be played.

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

Qin Hao also narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly. If Brother Flathead had passed Butler and layup just now, it would be fine. This is a street court, and it is correct to whistle according to the rules of streetball. But he obviously dropped Butler but stopped and returned to the three-point line to humiliate Butler.

This is too much.

"Believe it or not, I'll pass you again?" The flat-headed brother grinned and suddenly changed direction. He changed 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 ball?"

The result is not.

The basketball passed over Butler's head, but it was not a pass. The flat-headed brother quickly started, and took advantage of Butler's dazed time to pass by him, grabbed the fallen basketball and took a step forward, jumped up and did it in the air. Dodged, avoiding the cover and layup to score.

"This..." Butler wanted to scold his mother.

Isn't this an example?

But this is street basketball. Turning the wrist is not an example. Throwing the ball out and catching it by yourself and being able to continue dribbling is not an example.

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

In fact, Butler knows very little about street basketball. It's just that Locke Park is so famous that he has always wanted to come here. Unexpectedly, he suffered a dark loss.

Qin Hao came to Butler, patted Butler on the shoulder, and comforted: "This is a street stadium with different rules. Why don't you let me come?"

"No." Butler shook his head firmly.

"Let's do it." Qin Hao didn't reluctantly, but only suggested to Butler, "Wait, don't worry about that kid's fancy movements, just grab him to jump out."

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

......

A young man walked into the stadium. He was less than 1.8 meters tall. The one who was wearing a hood at night covered most of his face. He seemed to be familiar with Locke Park. He squeezed through the crowd and came to the corner. , Put his hand in his pocket, smiled and watched the game on the court.

"Zero."

A voice rang beside the young man, it was the poo-bellied host.

The young man called Zero turned his head, smiled, fisted with the host, then hugged, and smiled: "Dean, long time no see, how are you?"

"Still the same." The host Dean shrugged and looked up and down Zero. Seeing him wearing jerseys and sneakers, his eyes lit up, "Why, plan to play? You haven't been here for a long time. Everyone misses you. ."

Zero glanced at the court and shook his head: "Forget it, the game has already started, and there seems to be no master."

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

Zero smiled, noncommittal: "Look at it and talk about it."

On the court.

The blue team attacked, Fogg pushed the ball to the frontcourt, and when he saw Butler asked for the ball, he passed it. The flathead swiftly stepped forward and pounced on Butler.

"Good come." Butler was waiting for Brother Flathead, and seeing him pounce on it was a breakthrough.

Before, the flat-headed brother suffered a second loss, knowing that the confrontation is not as good as Butler, so he quickly retreated, sideways next to Butler, not confronting Butler, just moved next to him, not letting Butler leave him, planning to wait for Butler Give him a chasing cap when he is basketing.

Unfortunately, what he thought was too simple.

After a two-step forward, Butler suddenly stopped, and pushed his body against the flat-head brother, forcing the flat-head brother to stop, then Butler accelerated and hit a layup.

Seeing Butler and Pingtou explode each other, the audience on the sidelines became excited and began to shout loudly, letting Pingtou pay one back, wanting to watch the two continue the duel.

"This ball is very clever." Zero's eyes lit up and he was interested, and looked at Brother Flathead, "I don't know how strong this kid is?"

The red team attacked.

He went straight to Butler after he came to the front court. The rest of the red team didn’t mind him playing so alone. After all, this was just an entertainment game, and the level of the boy was obviously not bad, and the other players on the red team were also good. I am happy to let the flathead perform.

The others pulled apart, and the Flathead and Butler singled out.

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

This action is fancy, but it's too fancy. The operation was fierce, and it was still on the spot. Butler had made up his mind to wait for Brother Flathead to make a move, so he was not moved at all. The monk entered Ding, making the flat-headed brother's gorgeous movements look a bit awkward.

Brother Flathead also realized.

Seeing Butler not moving, he snorted and suddenly accelerated. He broke through from the right side and Butler moved. But the flathead suddenly turned around with the ball, bypassed Butler, took the opportunity to hug the basketball and took three steps, and rushed to the inside. Then he jumped up and sent the ball to the hoop...

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