Basketball Myth: Super Guard

Nantong Street is not very far from Qin Hao's house, but Qin Hao came to Nantong Street in ten minutes and followed his memory to find the Nantong Street Community Stadium.

In the distance, I heard the sound of playing, accompanied by various shouts.

"Why? Pass the ball."

"Here, give it to me. Zhao Jian, what are you thinking, my seat is vacant, it should have been passed to me just now, it's a waste of opportunity."

"Defend well, don't let them score easily anymore."

Hearing the shouting, Qin Hao smiled.

In fact, Qin Hao is not unfamiliar with the stadium in Nantong Street. He used to come often at the beginning, but now because of training, the stadium in Nantong Street has more people and is not suitable for training. So not counting the original words, this is the first time Qin Hao has come to this stadium.

The ground of this court is covered with plastic, the backboard is tempered glass, and there are nets. There are even rows of wooden benches on the side of the court as auditoriums, with many people sitting on them.

Some are people in jerseys, resting on the side, some are spectators, just to watch the game.

When Qin Hao walked into the stadium, he saw that there were three-on-three bullfights on both sides of the court, and they were all adults. Some of them were particularly eye-catching because they were all very tall, about 1.8 meters. In this kind of community course, this height is already very advantageous.

And these people still have dazzling tattoos on their arms, so it's no wonder that Bancuntou calls them "shehui people".

"I heard that there are such a group of people who sometimes come to Nantong Street. Once they arrive, they occupy the stadium and don't let others play." Qin Hao sat down in the auditorium next to him and planned to observe the level of these people first. , He had heard of these people at the beginning, but he had never met them after several visits.

As soon as I sat down, I heard a thin young man with dark skin, about 1.7 meters tall, and muttered indignantly: "He's meow, these people are so abhorrent? It's nothing to play, but they are only about ten. Personally, you have to occupy both halves and not play for others, what is this?"

"This is the ball tyrant." The person next to him was also very angry, but then he shrank his neck and persuaded: "Brother Xing, forget it, these people are all bastards, can't we afford it or hide?"

"I just can't get angry, why?" Brother Xing shouted, but he didn't dare to be too loud, for fear of being heard by those bastards.

Qin Hao observed for a while, and found that there are many people who have resentment like them, many of them are students, they are all sitting on the sidelines, angrily, but they dare not provoke those people.

on the field.

Several people from the club were playing three-on-three. Qin Hao was a little surprised that the strength of several people was not bad, especially a guy with long hair, who tied his hair into a bun on the top of his head, and had a tattoo on his neck. , is only 1.8 meters tall, with dark skin, good bounce and speed, and good ball-handling skills, but the movements are a bit fancy, biased towards streetball, and a bit flashy.

But in this wild field, the man with the bun is already a master.

"Hey, how long are you going to fight?"

After waiting for a while, Brother Xing couldn't help it, and shouted at the field: "You guys are still unreasonable, there are so many people waiting below, it's up to you to play."

A few people on the field stopped, apparently headed by the man with a bun, they exchanged glances, and the man with a bun said, "Do you want to play? Okay, form a team of your own, play three-on-three with us, and win. Continue to fight, if you lose, get out of the way, do you dare to come?"

Feeling the contempt of the man with the bun, Brother Xing was stimulated: "If you don't dare, just play, three-on-three, six balls, and if you lose, get out."

"Okay." The man in the bun smiled, and ordered two people, including himself, three in total, Chong Xing hooked his fingers, "Come on then."

Seeing the liveliness here, many people gathered around and stood outside the stadium.

Some people are still discussing, and they are not optimistic about Brother Xing and others.

Qin Hao watched with great interest. He didn't plan to take action now. He also came to watch the fun. Anyway, let's take a look first.

However, the excitement ended in a while. Brother Xing chose two teammates, but the three of them were not as good as each other in terms of physical fitness and skills. They were beaten 6:0 after a while, which was a one-sided slaughter. There is no suspense at all.

"6:0, you lost." The man with the bun sneered and said without cutting it: "You dare to come forward at this level, you want to eat shit. Go away, I cover this stadium, don't show up here in the future. already."

Brother Xing gritted his teeth, and finally only snorted and turned to leave.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "You said you covered this stadium?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Brother Xing also stopped and followed the voice, but saw that it was a young man. He looked less than 1.8 meters tall, and looked like fifteen or sixteen years old. He looked a little immature. , holding a basketball in his hand and smiling.

The man with the bun frowned and looked at Qin Hao: "So what? Little brother-bro, this is not something you should join in the fun and play."

"I'm not too young, and I'll grow up." Qin Hao didn't care whether they understood this kind of sao or not, separated the crowd and came to the field, "Also, I'm here to challenge, dare to challenge?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"Challenge, just him?"

"This kid is crazy. He looks like a middle school student, doesn't he? Didn't he see those people from the society who stabbed dragons and draw tigers? Dare to provoke them?"

People whispered.

Others kindly persuaded Qin Hao: "Little brother, don't be impulsive. We also want to play, but we really can't provoke them, and we can't play. Forget it."

Qin Hao smiled slightly, only looking at the man with the bun: "One-on-one, play ten goals, whoever advances with ten goals wins, and whoever loses will leave his jersey and get out."

The man with the bun looked at Qin Hao up and down, he didn't understand where this little guy got his confidence, why he was so crazy, but after thinking about it, he smiled: "Okay, since you are looking for abuse, then I will fulfill you. Just take a photo. You said, hit ten goals, and the loser keeps his jersey and gets out."

"No." Qin Hao shook his head, "What I'm saying is, if you lose, you all have to keep your jerseys, get out of your shirtless shirts, and you are not allowed to come back to this stadium in the future."

"No problem." The bun man agreed without even thinking about it. Anyway, he was sure to win.

This time, the crowd exploded, and it was more lively than before. The people in the opposite half stopped playing, and they all ran over and gathered around the sidelines.

Brother Xing didn't leave, just looked at Qin Hao and shook his head: "This little brother is very courageous, but most of them are not opponents, I'm afraid he will suffer."

The people next to him nodded. No one was optimistic about Qin Hao, and they didn't think he could win. After all, Qin Hao looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and was less than 1.8 meters tall, so he didn't seem to be very powerful.

How could this be the Bun Man's opponent?