"Yes, it's me? What? Are you scared? Have you heard of my name? If you are scared, leave quickly.

I won’t embarrass you, just call the people from the basketball team.

By the way, if you want me to sign, you can bring a pen yourself."

Francis let down his guard and felt complacent at the same time.

Hey, has my reputation as the "self-disciplined version of Allen Iverson" spread to the world of Kecun?

Although Brother Fu is not particularly famous nationwide, in the NJCAA circle, he is a definite superstar.

So annoying.

I really just wanted to play basketball quietly, but I ended up meeting little fans here and there.

I'm the only one who's so hot when I'm playing in the NJCAA. If I'm going to play in the NCAA, why don't I stick a rocket in my butt and just take off?

Looking at the narcissistic Boss Fu, the corners of Li Ang's mouth twitched.

Yes, Boss Fu has such a personality.

When watching a documentary about Yao Ming in his previous life, Yao Ming recalled that when he first met his boss, Fu drove an exaggerated Mercedes-Benz with several large gold chains hanging around his neck.

He was afraid that people would not know that he was making money.

There is no way, most of the stars who have worked hard from the slums love to show off.

"What are you signing? What are you signing? No nonsense, let's play 10 balls for $50!"

It is said that children from poor families become masters early. No, Li Ang is thinking of ways to earn living expenses again.

After gathering his brother's wool, he was ready to attack Francis.

"Ah this..."

This wave, this wave hits Mr. Fu’s weak spot.

Because Boss Fu is also poor now. In some ways, he is even poorer than Li Ang.

Speaking of which, Francis's childhood was indeed miserable.

Just like most black children in this beautiful country, Fred didn't have a father at the beginning, so he was raised by his mother.

But what is even more tragic is that his mother also died of cancer two years ago, and his grandmother became the only relative of Fred's family.

The family situation can be known.

Faced with such a huge bet of 50 dollars, Francis...he hesitated!

Brother, it's not that I'm afraid that I can't beat you in basketball.

The key is that I am really poor!

"Don't dare anymore? Where did your momentum go?"

"It's not a question of whether you dare or not... Let's discuss something, buddy. Do you think $25 is okay?"

Li Ang:......

Good guy, this is the first time I saw someone bet on a game of golf and even bargained for it.

"Hey, I won't embarrass you anymore. Let's just say, if you lose, can you treat me to lunch?"

Li Ang shook his head, why should the proletariat embarrass the proletariat?

"Okay, okay, hahahaha, it's settled. Come on, let me see if you are on the basketball team!"

After some haggling, the two poor people got back into position and finally thought about playing ball.

Francis also became serious. This Asian boy asked for a huge sum of $50, which was definitely not easy.

You don’t have any strength, how dare you play such a big game?

Li Ang: I, Lao Li, have nothing but courage.

Boss Fu looked at Li Ang carefully and found that Li Ang's wingspan was indeed impressive, and he was definitely not a bad guy.

Li Ang's figure and big hands reminded Mr. Fu of Maikou.

This person must have very comprehensive skills, so be careful.

How will he hit me?

A change of direction? A three-threat pull-up? A fadeaway jumper?

Just as Boss Fu was imagining the various moves that Li Ang might use, Li Ang suddenly leaned forward.

"boom!"

"Holy shit, what's going on with this butt!?" Mr. Fu was shocked. He thought Li Ang just had long arms, but he didn't expect that this butt is the highlight.

As Li Ang said, the current boss Fu is still very thin and unable to withstand the strong impact he has received again and again.

Brother Fu was only 1.6 meters tall when he was in high school. How strong could he be?

Just like that, Li Ang easily pushed Fu Lao from outside the three-point line and advanced into the three-second zone.

Then he leaned on Francis and forcefully took off, putting the ball into the frame.

Simple and crude, Li Ang 1 to 0!

Francis looked at the basket and then at Li Ang.

no......

Where's your breakthrough? Where's your fade? Where's your feint?

Pushing back from the three-point line to the three-second zone for a layup, was your shot interesting?

Li Ang: That's so interesting. Anyway, there is no so-called five-second post-up rule in the NBA now. Even if I hit the back from the midfield line to the basket, you can't do anything to me.

Francis threw the ball to Li Ang speechlessly. According to the 1-on-1 rule, the team that scores the goal can generally continue to attack until it fails to score.

Although Li Ang scored a goal, Francis thought, that guy shouldn't start playing from behind the three-point line again, right?

Aren't you embarrassed by this style of play?

However, Francis really overestimated Li Ang's bottom line.

Awkward?

Someone invites you to lunch, what's there to be embarrassed about?

As a result, Li Ang once again hit from behind the three-point line.

This time, Francis defended very hard, trying hard to keep Li Ang out.

However, Li Ang was stunned and just sat there and beat Francis for more than ten seconds.

He drove hard to the basket, raised his hand and scored the ball again.

Boss Fu is convinced, I have no gaming experience if you play like this!

Watching the future NBA star guard being tortured to death by himself, Li Ang felt full of accomplishment.

NBA all-star guards are nothing more than that~

Don't doubt it, Francis really can't take advantage in one-on-one situations.

In terms of overall ability, Li Ang is definitely not as good as Mr. Fu now.

After all, Li Ang is now at a level where he can't even shoot open shots.

As for Francis, his nickname of "self-disciplined version of Allen Iverson" is enough to illustrate his current strength.

But in 1 vs. 1, sometimes it is not the person with the strongest overall ability that wins.

Many people may not believe it, but the Heat's team that reached the finals 20 years ago in Li Ang's previous life, the singles leader on the team was not Jie Bao, but the little-known Meyers Leonard.

Most of the time, he only needs to post up his teammates and get to the basket to score.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! People with height and weight advantages tend to have an easier time playing 1 on 1.

The same goes for Li Ang. He is not necessarily better than Boss Fu in a five-on-five game.

But in a one-on-one match, Li Ang undoubtedly has a greater chance of winning.

"Stop, brother! Let's keep fighting like this without being particular about it. Isn't this the only trick you can do? Is there anything else?"

Francis couldn't bear it anymore and had to use his mouth to escape.

"Who are you looking down on? Of course I know other ways to play!"

Li Ang was a little swollen after scoring two goals in a row. Speaking of which, besides hitting hard from behind, he has not tried any other offensive methods.

Just in time to try it today!

So this time, Li Ang was seen standing outside the three-point line with the ball in one hand.

Francis was shocked. What a fool!

This guy doesn’t really have content, does he?

There is no other way. Li Ang's posture of grabbing the ball with one hand will make everyone nervous.
To be continued...