Chapter 3: Is this still me?

　　 beep beep! ! !
　　 The referee's whistle brought everyone back to reality.
　　 "Foul! The Chinese team fouled! No. 10 Li Nan fouled!"
　　 "Huh~~~"
　　 Many people in the audience booed unexpectedly. There are not only Chinese fans but also many foreigners. They are all sorry for this ball.
　　 "Oh, no! This is a good hat! The referee ruined everything!"
　　 "Referee, are you blind?"
　　 "We don't want such a home whistle!"
　　 "By the way, that number 10 is so fierce, that bouncing scared someone to death, when did the yellow people jump like this?"
　　 "I think he jumps higher than Kobe, I really want to see him dunk."
　　 "Look, that guy is in a daze again, doesn't even he feel unbelievable? Hahahaha, really study hard."
　　......
　　 "Here, is this still me?"
　　 Li Nan stared at his hands blankly, unbelievable.
After 　　 missed the serve, he chased Fisher without thinking.
　　 He rushed very fast.
　　He is betting!
　　 bet Fisher will not make fake moves.
　　 In the end, he made a right bet.
　　 It’s just that, what he didn't expect was that Fisher wanted to dunk!
　　 Dare to dunk in front of him, Li Nan naturally wants to teach him a lesson.
　　 However, what Li Nan didn't expect was that his physical fitness was terrifying, his speed was swift, his bounce was amazing, and he didn't suffer at all in confrontation.
　　 Just because he was not
familiar
with this body just now, he didn't control it well and directly ran into Fisher. The cap was a big blood cap, but Fisher was suffering and was hit by Li Nan and flew three meters away.
　　 Just when Li Nan was in a daze, someone suddenly came over and gave him a push.
　　 "Hey, guys, did you come up to kill someone?"
　　 Although this push was weak and weak, Li Nan's violent temper immediately rose.
　　 His eyes suddenly rose, staring at the immature Kobe in front of him, his eyes seemed to be moving at any time.
　　 Liu Yudong had already blocked the front, glaring at Kobe. Although I don't understand what the black is saying, it's definitely not a good thing.
　　 "Nigga, what are you doing?"
　　 "Want to fight, don't you? Come on, come at me."
　　 "I can't beat you to death!"
　　 When it comes to looking for trouble and fighting, the Chinese team has never been afraid of anyone. We don't cause trouble, but we are not afraid of trouble!
　　 Looking at the few big guys with ferocious eyes guarding Li Nan, Chinese Kung Fu, it's not a joke. Kobe panicked, thinking about shrinking back. But this is his home court, he can't retire!
　　 The tiger-faced Kobe made Li Nan couldn't hold back and smiled. Obviously still a kid, what kind of adult do you pretend?
　　 Uh, well, Li Nan has forgotten that he is also a hairy boy.
　　 Spread his hands and glanced at Fisher, Li Nan responded indifferently in fluent English:
　　 "I didn't expect him to be so vulnerable, sorry."
　　 Fisher, who was just pulled up, almost vomited blood when he heard this! "You, you, you wait for me, I must make you look good..."
　　 Kobe patted Fisher on the shoulder, then stared at Li Nan fiercely. "I will avenge you!"
　　 The opposite is angrily, but the Chinese team is smiling and happy. Liu Yudong and the others surrounded Li Nan one by one, patted their shoulders, touched their heads and so on. Someone even checked Li Nan's legs.
　　 "Little Li, it's okay, if they dare to do something, see if their brother doesn't beat them to death."
　　 "Xiao Li, did you install the spring? Jumping so high, it almost scared me to death."
　　 "That's right, your kid is going to heaven?"
　　 "I finally know why you were selected for the national team at the age of 18. Tsk tusk, this talent is so incomparable."
　　 This is the 94th generation old brothers. They didn't mention the mistake of Li Nan just now, but all kinds of jokes and all kinds of concerns.
　　 Li Nan scratched his head and smiled. "Hehehe, okay, okay, hehehe."
　　 Fighting side by side with the older brothers again, it feels so good!
　　 In the stands, the Lakers coach Del Harris watched the game with piercing eyes, and a black scout next to him kept talking.
"Wow, this No. 10 can jump better than No. 8. His physical fitness is really good. He can knock Fisher into the air and he can maintain his balance. This is very rare among Asian players. Coach, should you think about it? What about him?"
　　 Del Harris shook his head with a smile, "Physical fitness is indeed good. However, basketball depends on the brain, well-developed limbs, simple-minded guy, can not mix long in the NBA. Besides, he is still an Asian."
　　 The black man has nothing to say. It is really too difficult for Asians to enter the NBA. There is no way. They are too weak and get injured at every turn. Who can stand it?
　　 Behind them, a white man with a ball cap moved his mouth.
　　 "The Lakers pay attention to this China No. 10? Well, I have to check him!"
　　 Everyone knows that the favorite of the Lakers and Celtics is the black box operation.
　　 I got Kobe in the draft this year, and I just got O'Neal two days ago. This is the result of the Lakers' black-box operation. Whoever the Lakers are looking at, they will definitely not let others know, and will even deliberately belittle it! This is the method of the rich.
　　 "Intentionally! Yes! They must have told me on purpose!"
　　 The white man took another look at No. 10 of the Chinese team. The height of nearly two meters, the excellent muscle lines, and the fighting eyes...
　　 I heard that NBA Commissioner David Stern has been looking for the key to unlocking China's billion-dollar market. What if you introduce this Chinese genius to the NBA? Backed by billions of fans, then our team's business prospects are simply not too good.
　　 I don't know what's going on. The more white people look at the number 10, the more they feel excited.
　　 beep!
　　 On the court, Fisher walked to the free throw line, he was still moving his wrists. He was hit by Li Nan just a few meters away, and he still feels uncomfortable. However, no matter how he adjusts, these two free throws are out of the basket.
　　 The tall and strong Bart bang grabbed the rebound and found Li Xiaoyong the first time.
　　 Fight back quickly!
　　 This is the Chinese team's little quick spirit play. There is no advantage in positional warfare, so try to rely on a quick counterattack as much as possible to beat the opponent's footing. Relying on this style of play, the Chinese team made history and won the eighth place in the World Championships last year.
　　 Li Xiaoyong watched six directions, listened to all directions, and directed the ball directly to the front when he received the ball.
　　 The ball flew to the frontcourt.
　　 Li Nan! Kobe!
　　 Li Xiaoyong's pass is a bit risky, because Kobe is by Li Nan's side.
　　 The ball was flying in the air, but the two people in the front court fiercely grabbed the position. However, what people didn't expect was that Li Nan completely blocked Kobe behind him and got stuck.
　　 When Li Nan easily got the ball, Kobe's eyes were full of discomfort.
　　 Kobe took the initiative to retreat a few steps, stepping on the three-point line, and hooking at Li Nan.
　　 "Come on, single out!"
　　 Singles? The ghost is singled out with you! I don't have time to bird you now.
"One-on-one, it's okay, come here!" Seeing Ke Ru who is more than a meter away from him is serious, Li Nan also teased him with a serious face: "Little Black Bean, I will pass by your left this time. you!"
　　 As he said, Li Nan lowered his body and opened his position, making an assault.
　　 Little black beans?
　　 What kind of nickname is this? Kobe frowned. His full name is Kobe-Bean-Bryant-Cox, there is indeed a bean. This is all thanks to his father. Just like Kobe, it is actually the Japanese city of Kobe, which is rich in beef. Because his father Joe liked Kobe beef very much, he gave it this name. And his father's nickname is "Sweet Bean" Jellybean, so Kobe has Bean in his name. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
　　 Kobe was nicknamed "Little Black Bean" when he was a child in Italy. What he didn't expect is that there are still people who dare to mention old things.
　　 "You dare to call me black bean? You must be good-looking!"
　　 Kobe gritted his teeth, then immediately opened his posture, bent his knees slightly, spread his arms, and stared at him like a black wall.
　　 However, just as Kobe was waiting for him, Li Nan suddenly fired his shot on the spot.
　　 The thunder could not cover the ears, and the basketball disappeared from Kobe's field of vision.
　　 is not a picturesque shot, but the most common top shot among amateur players!
　　 Bump! That's right, it's the top shot!
　　嗖!
　　 The ball hits the net!
　　 The score, 90-79!
　　 In the stands, the black man had a panoramic view of the process just now. At this time, the corners of his mouth also moved, and he looked at Del Harris, who was still holding his arms.
　　 "Coach~"
Of course Del Harris knows that slaps are painful, but he will not interrupt him without giving the black people too much opportunity to talk. "The Chinese are really cunning. However, Kobe is indeed very good. The vigorous spirit is like Michael Jordan. His future is absolutely extraordinary."
　　 The black man still said, "Where is the number 10?"
　　 Del Harris suddenly annoys the scout a little bit, really has no vision. "We have seen a lot of clever people like No. 10. They don't have excellent skills and can only rely on this to make small moves. I look down on this kind of person the most."
　　 The black man is quiet again.
　　 Behind him, the white man with a ball cap looked at No. 10 on the court, smiling, expecting something in his heart.