"Then play with him." Jos's friend laughed.
“OK.”
"Come on, kid, let me see how awesome you are." Jos took the basketball handed to him by his friend and patted it.
Su Yang walked quickly to Jos. At this time, the others had already left the stadium and were standing outside watching the show.
On the other side, Monat was also dribbling the ball between his legs while staring at Su Yang and Jos.
Su Yang looked at the basketball in Qiao Si's hand and said, "You kick off."
Jos smiled disdainfully and threw the ball to Su Yang, then walked outside the three-point line. "If I kick off, you won't have a chance."
"I hope you can do it." Su Yang walked to the opposite side and passed the ball back.
At this time, the black and white guys watching the show outside cheered loudly: "Joss! Give this Asian boy a good beating!"
Jos smiled slightly: "Simple!"
Su Yang didn't care about other people's voices. He twisted his neck and made a defensive gesture and said, "Stop talking nonsense and get started."
Jos lowered himself down with the ball in his arms and said, "Let me see if you can keep up with my pace."
"I'll try my best."
Pop.
Jos said nothing more and started dribbling backwards, and Su Yang spread his arms and followed him.
Swish, Jos's smile suddenly appeared on his face. He changed direction and prepared to pass Su Yang and then rushed to the basket for a dunk.
But just as he lowered his body and changed direction, Su Yang was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and quickly stretched out his left hand to steal the basketball from his hand.
Su Yang quickly grabbed the ball and dribbled it outside the three-point line and said with a smile: "That's it?!"
"You!" Qiao Si underestimated his opponent and didn't expect Su Yang to be so quick.
"It's just an accident, come again!" Jos shouted and rushed forward to defend.
Su Yang was about two meters away from the three-point line at this moment. Without waiting for Jos to rush up, he made a chic pull-up shot for a three-pointer.
Swish! The basketball drew a beautiful arc and went into the net, a perfect hollow.
This made Jos and several black and white guys outside the field stunned.
"Shit! This kid really knows how to do it!"
Su Yang raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Qiao Si: "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean? You're so proud of just one ball?"
"Didn't you say that if I can score two points over you, I win? Now I have three points." Su Yang stretched out three fingers and shook them.
"That doesn't count, I was just kidding. Go on! Give it 11 points!"
Jos took the basketball thrown from outside the court and passed it to Su Yang outside the three-point line: "Come on!"
Su Yang dribbled the ball while saying, "Okay, what you say doesn't count, but what I say still counts. If you can get two points from me, I'll leave immediately."
"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up." Jos shouted impatiently.
However, he no longer underestimated his opponent and began to fight with 100% effort.
Su Yang nodded and smiled without saying anything more. He dribbled the ball backwards, imitating Jos's movements just now.
Jos bent down, pulled up his shorts and quickly caught up with the defense. Seeing the opponent coming up, Su Yang quickly lowered his center of gravity and changed direction to pass him.
Jos also wanted to reach out and steal the ball, but Su Yang's ball was not so easy to steal.
Before his hand touched the ball, Su Yang shook his shoulders, lowered his shoulders in the opposite direction, changed direction, and quickly passed Jos and rushed towards the basket.
Everyone thought that with his height of 1.8 meters he could only do layups, but what no one expected was that he took two steps, held the ball in his right hand and took off directly to do a powerful tomahawk slam dunk.
With a snap, the backboard shook slightly and the basketball hit the basket heavily.
"Gift Crab?!"
After seeing Su Yang's tomahawk slam dunk, Jos and a group of people on the sidelines screamed and jumped up with their eyes wide open.
Even Monat and White were stunned for two seconds.
Professionals look at things differently from ordinary basketball fans. Su Yang's two changes of direction, passing, and dunking were all smooth and continuous, and his speed was extremely fast.
Monat was a little surprised. In his opinion, this Asian man was most likely a professional player. He turned around and started talking to White.
On the other side, on the court, Su Yang dribbled the ball towards Jos: "I'm still six points short, come on!"
After he said that, he threw the ball to Jos and then stepped out of the three-point line.
Jos took a deep breath, patted the basketball, turned and looked at Su Yang: "Are you a professional player?!"
"Who told you I'm a professional? I'm just a basketball enthusiast. Go on?"
"Huh! Okay, keep going." Jos passed the ball back to Su Yang and then lowered his center of gravity to defend seriously. He was already five points behind, and if he let Su Yang score easily, he would definitely lose.
His eyes were fixed on the basketball in Su Yang's hand.
Su Yang smiled and started dribbling. As soon as the ball touched the ground, Jos rushed forward quickly.
Seeing this, Su Yang immediately turned sideways and protected the ball on the outside. Jos stuck close to Su Yang to prevent him from making any moves.
However, this level of defense can almost be ignored by Su Yang at the moment.
Although he has no basketball skills, his superb physique, terrifying core strength, speed, etc. are enough to deal with most people.
He pushed Jos sideways and pushed him all the way into the three-point line.
Jos was extremely shocked at this moment. How could the strength of this little guy in front of him be so great?
After Su Yang dribbled the ball three times in a row, he immediately rushed to the right. Jos focused very closely and followed quickly.
However, Su Yang took two steps and then suddenly stopped, almost knocking Jos down. He changed direction to the left, and Jos used his feet to get close to him again.
Su Yang made another sudden stop and a fake turn to completely shake off Jos.
Swish!
He stood behind the left side of the free throw line and made a pull-up shot, making the score 7:0.
"Hou Lixie!! This guy is really strong!!" a white guy in the audience shouted.
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