Chapter 6: Do you want to shave your head?

　　 For the University of Pennsylvania, they are traditional academically strong schools, but if you mention NCAA and March Madness, they are basically soy sauce.
　　 Although it is said that the Penn Quakers is also a first-level league of the NCAA, the overall combat effectiveness of the team is really hard to say.
Forget it, I won’t crack down on these high IQ kids. They are both prestigious schools. After Harvard, there is another Jeremy Lin who can cut 30+ on Kobe’s head. Stanford’s Crimson team is also quite famous in ncaa. Penn... Or you should study hard.
　　 Of course, Han Miao, who is standing in front of the Penn Basketball Arena, would not say so bluntly.
　　 Otherwise, it seems easier to be beaten.
　　 "Hello, classmate, are you here to visit the basketball hall? Or are you going to join the basketball team?" Before entering the door, Han Miao was stopped by a blond white brother.
　　 "Both of them." Han Miao took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, and after opening it was a leaflet for the Penn basketball team.
Unlike other giants, Penn University is not as strict as the giants because of its average basketball strength. In other giants, if you want to enter the basketball team, you are either attracted by scouts or coaches, or in high school. Just proved myself. Like Penn, there are flyers and text messages...cough, it’s almost extinct. (Of course, Penn University does not do this anymore, but don’t forget, the time in the book is 2009.)
　　 "Tsk, look at your body, you should be a guy who can play basketball, I think it's possible that you will be called up to play a game with someone from the school team."
　　 The white guy is obviously also a basketball enthusiast. However, his figure is short and thin. In theory, he has nothing to do with professional basketball in his life. It would be nice to be able to mix in streetball.
　　 "Let you auspicious words." Han Miao didn't say that he had too much with the younger brother, after all, passerby shouldn't come out to play games.
However, it has to be said that Penn’s basketball arena is still available, at least it has all the necessary equipment, and, although the results are not good, but the Penn, which has always been not bad for money, is also top-notch in the configuration of the basketball arena, at least , Much better than what Han Miao had seen in China.
　　 "Sure enough, the evil ZB doctrine, there are professional massage equipment in the college basketball hall. Is this for playing or enjoying?"
　　 took a short stroll, feeling that the school where the tyrants and geniuses are not bad, Han Miao sat in the first row on the sidelines with interest and watched the Quaker team members perform.
　　 "Xiao Hui, look at the level of these people on the court? Are there any badges?"
　　 Xiaohui... Such an earthy name was given to the system by Han Miao, the big badge system, referred to as Xiaohui...
　　 "Host, these people on the field are basically substitutes, and they don't have any badges on them. However, among the main players of the Quaker Team, there are a few with badges."
　　 "Not bad, what level?"
　　 Han Miao is interested, there are people at Penn who have badges, yes, yes.
"There is a 206cm inside line, he has a bronze level of infinite power, a bronze level dunk master, and a silver level King Kong is not bad." The system emblem is very dedicated. "There is also a 198cm shooting guard. The long-range marksman at the bronze level and the bronze level have unlimited range."
　　 "Just these two? Nothing?"
　　 As expected, the players in academic colleges are all relatively so... Only two people in a team have bronze badges. What kind of ncaa? Others, North Carolina, Duke, Kentucky, etc., a team is basically all with badges, nothing else, it means that Wall and the No. 5 pick Cousins, who just joined Kentucky this year, have two ace There are a dozen or twenty badges less, and the highest level has reached the gold level, and that strength is leverage.
　　 At least, in the current Wall, the colorful badge makes Han Miao even beyond the reach.
After all, in addition to the six badges (1 purple, 2 gold, 1 silver and 2 bronze) that were given away for free, Han Miao himself has only unlocked the two bronze-level "Sky Magician" and "Ankle Terminator" in these three months. A badge, so none of the badges on him now exceed double digits.
　　 What's more, his Hall of Fame badge is physical. In addition to ball control and passing, his skills are basically useless. It's just being concealed by the first-class NBA ball control ability.
"Be careful!"
　　While Han Miao was observing on the sidelines with Erlang's legs upright, suddenly, he heard someone yell, and then an orange object was rapidly magnifying in his own eyes!
　　 "It's really troublesome."
For this situation, Han Miao didn’t worry too much. He stretched out a hand, spread his five fingers, and immediately grasped the ball firmly in his hand. Then, his wrist jerked and his fingers moved flexibly. Dial, raise your index finger, and turn the ball directly! And the basketball spins fast and smoothly on his fingertips, which is particularly obedient.
　　 After this series of actions, the eyes of everyone in the basketball hall were attracted. "As soon as an expert makes a shot, he knows if he has it." With Han Miao's hand just now, everyone else in the room was sighed, especially the main point guard at Penn. He thinks he has a good ability to turn the ball, but he has to be so heavy. He can't do it.
　　 "Hey, are you RB or Korean or Chinese?"
　　 Looking at Han Miao's yellow skin, a black brother who accidentally flew a basketball bat came over and asked.
　　 "Chinese, this year's new student."
In front of the seniors, Han Miao still maintained his due politeness. Although China's status and influence in the international arena has been vaguely higher since last year's BJ Olympics, and even the international students are more confident, but There are still courtesies.
　　 "Return the ball to you, be careful next time."
　　 Han Miao took the ball and played around his body, and then gently tossed the ball to the black brother, then he turned and left.
　　 Why? These are all routines. He has just discovered that although he is very young, but a coach-like person has noticed him, so at this time, it is the kingly way.
　　 Anyway, they will definitely stop them, but they can't let people see that they are voluntarily upside down.
　　 "William, you go try that Chinese."
　　Yes, the young Penn coach on the sidelines did notice Han Miao. Looking at Han Miao's heavy lifting and his tall body, the young Penn coach suddenly felt that he might meet Bao.
　　 Good deed, is this the benefit God sends for your first job after graduation? Sure enough, devout believers are rewarded! (You can be a head coach when you graduate from your first job. Brother, do you have a mine?)
　　 Therefore, he directly asked his main shooting guard to test Han Miao.
　　 "Hey, classmate, are you interested in a one-on-one match?"
　　William, a black guy with a short Mohican haircut, who is currently the main shooting guard of Penn, took the initiative to approach Han Miao under the sign of the young coach.
　　 "One on one? Are you and me?"
　　 Han Miao was actually waiting for the Quaker team to stop him, and even slowed down his pace specially. Fortunately, Penn did not let him down, otherwise Han Miao would be embarrassed.
　　 "Yes, let's play a round."
Although the Quakers have a poor record on the outside world, in the school, the main shooting guard of the Quakers, William Lanstro, is definitely a star. He offered to contact Han Miao in case. The game immediately attracted the eyes of the old students and the freshmen who watched the excitement in the whole venue.
　　 It’s just that these people don’t think Han Miao can win. Although the Chinese guy just spent a lot of time in his hand, William is a master who averaged 13.7 points per game in the league!
　　 "William! William! William!..."
　　 Suddenly, the whole venue rang out to support the little black brother, making Han Miao look very lonely.
　　 "Come on then."
　　 But Han Miao doesn't matter, he is confident that he will not lose, not to mention, his ball-handling ability alone is enough to play on William.
　　 "Bullfighting, playing 11 balls, there is no three-second limit, and the ball won't be changed after one party makes a shot. Is there any problem."
　　 The temporary referee is another player from Penn University. As for their young coach, he is busy looking for a good position at this time. He has to take a good look at this Chinese boy who has suddenly moved his heart. Is his skills really good?
　　Han Miao and William both indicated that they had no objection to the rules, probably to reflect their senior demeanor, William generously gave the offensive ball to Han Miao.
　　 "You come first."
　　 The most important thing is that he still said this sentence with a smile.
　　唔...If I attack first, I will probably let you shave your head, do you believe it?
　　Han Miao looked at William with a slightly complicated expression. Of course, he didn't say something hurtful.
　　 Okay, reach out and don't hit the smiley man, Brother William, right? I'll let you score.
　　 holding the ball and making a three-threat movement, Han Miao looked at William Lanstro, who was in front of him, and silently set a baseline for himself.
　　 After all, bald head hurts self-esteem and makes the ball the most glorious.