Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

After some warm-up, coach Holland summoned the players and began to fight in groups.

He glanced at LaVine and the others, and said: "Robin, Taylor, Conrad, LaVine, Little Brown, you guys work together."

"Also, Latvis, Parker, Anderson, Powell, Zhuang Yu, you guys will work together."

"That's it, let's get started."

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As soon as this group came out, Anderson and the others couldn't help laughing.

LaVine and the others had speechless expressions on their faces. We, a few rookies, were working together to beat Zhuang Yu and the other main players. Coach, are you serious?

What's there to fight for? You might as well just declare us a loser.

But this is a process in itself. One is to see the performance of the new players, and the other is to give them a kick in the ass to prevent some of them from being dishonest. Let them suffer some losses and see the gap between themselves and the main players, and they will be honest in the future.

A group of people came to the field. Little Brown looked at Zhuang Yu and the others, his face twitching. He stood with Zhuang Yu and whispered: "Boss, please show mercy later."

Zhuang Yu showed a gentle smile: "Don't worry, I will be very gentle."

Seeing Zhuang Yu's smile, Little Brown shuddered for no reason. He quickly turned away and muttered: "I'm straight, I'm really straight..."

Snapped!

First, there was a jump ball. Latvis patted the ball into the backcourt. Zhuang Yu controlled the basketball and advanced. After reaching the frontcourt, he did not call a pick-and-roll and directly hit Brown alone.

Since the coach wanted to give these rookies a blow, he naturally had to cooperate, so he didn't bother to play too many tactics and just used his strength to crush them.

Zhuang Yu first dribbled the ball from his hips, then switched the ball to his left hand. His left shoulder sank, trying to break through to the left.

Little Brown's heart skipped a beat and he quickly moved to the right.

At this moment, Zhuang Yu changed direction and quickly swung the basketball to the right, switching it to his right hand. At the same time, he swung his shoulders and changed the direction of his center of gravity.

With a swish, Little Brown was wiped clean. He was stunned on the spot, with only one thought in his mind: "So fast."

This change of direction is very simple, but Zhuang Yu's speed is too fast, and the amplitude is also very large.

This is the benefit of having an advantage in height and wingspan. Little Brown is only 1.8 meters, and the defensive coverage area is too small. He can only watch Zhuang Yu's large-scale swings and changes of direction.

Seeing that Little Brown was passed, Robin immediately rushed to cover up the defense. He had been staring at Zhuang Yu before. After all, Zhuang Yu was the core of the team, and with his strength there, Little Brown probably couldn't guard him.

But the next moment, Zhuang Yu jumped up on one foot, as if the golden rooster was independent, then held the basketball in his right hand and threw it towards the basket.

"Toss?" Robin jumped up and tried to block the shot, but he found that the arc of the ball was too high.

He was so tall that it was impossible to touch him.

Immediately afterwards, a "bang" sound came from behind.

Robin's heart trembled, and he quickly turned his head to look, only to see Latvis hanging on the frame with both hands, pulling the basket out of shape.

Robin looked at Taylor with a dark face, "Why don't you watch Latvis for me while I go up to defend?"

Taylor smiled awkwardly: "My bad."

The rookies were still relatively new to each other and lacked tacit understanding, so Taylor did not fill in the position in time, leaving Latvis completely open and easily dunking.

From the beginning, the opponent bombed the basket. While the rookies were depressed, they could not help but feel a little angry.

Humph, even though we are newcomers, we are not easy to bully.

attack!

Little Brown advanced to the frontcourt with the ball. Facing Zhuang Yu's defense, he was about to break through. His ball control skills are very good, and he dribbles very quickly. He can dribble under the crotch, behind the back, and cross-step. Look, It's dizzying to go up there.

Moreover, he is not the type who dribbles like a tiger and is still standing still at first glance. As he dribbles, his shoulders and steps also change, and he makes many fake moves in a short period of time. Confuse the opponent, and then suddenly accelerate to break through.

This step is very fast and explosive.

But the next moment, Little Brown found himself running into Zhuang Yu's arms. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. In the past, the defender would have been stunned by his actions.

What happened to Zhuang Yu? Why wasn't he deceived by his fake moves? Also, with his speed so fast, how could he get stuck in advance?

A series of question marks popped up in his mind, but before Little Brown could figure it out, Zhuang Yu had already taken a small step back.

This small step immediately caused Little Brown to lose his support, his center of gravity was unstable, and his feet staggered.

He was already in a daze, but now his steps were unsteady and he couldn't care about protecting the ball. Zhuang Yu made a save and cut the ball away.

"Oops." Little Brown was worried.

At the same time, Zhuang Yu had already grabbed the basketball and pushed it forward.

A figure had arrived at the frontcourt at some point, and it was Anderson.

When he saw that Little Brown was about to beat Zhuang Yu in a single, he was ready to make a quick move. When Little Brown dived into Zhuang Yu's arms, Anderson knew that the opportunity was coming. He immediately got off the ball and ran forward. Sure enough, Zhuang Yu successfully stole the ball and passed it over.

Anderson grabbed the basketball and smiled to himself: "A rookie is just a rookie. He wants to beat Zhuang Yu alone. Isn't he seeking death? What's the use of so many fake moves? Zhuang Yu never takes fake moves. He really thinks he is Westbrook." ”

Little Brown thought too simply.

He thought he could get past Zhuang Yu with his excellent movement control skills, fake movements, and speed, but his fake movements seemed like slow motion in Zhuang Yu's eyes. His speed was indeed very fast, but not so fast that Zhuang Yu couldn't react.

In the past half month, Zhuang Yu has been facing off against Westbrook every day. How fast is Westbrook?

At first, Zhuang Yu would still be passed by Westbrook using his speed. Later, it was difficult for Westbrook to pass Zhuang Yu directly just by relying on his speed.

Unless he has already charged.

More often, Westbrook still relies on speed and body to fight against Zhuang Yu in singles...

Brown's speed is far behind Westbrook's, and his skills are not at the same level. Trying to beat Zhuang Yu in singles is basically like running into a wall.

Swish!

Anderson scored a layup and the score was 4:0.

Little Brown looked at Zhuang Yu with a depressed look on his face, wondering why his tried-and-tested tricks didn't work. Was it because his dribbling wasn't gorgeous enough, or because he wasn't fast enough?

"Little Brown, it's our turn to attack." LaVine shouted.

"Oh." Brown responded, ran back to the backcourt to get the ball, and started to attack.

This time, Brown didn't dare to play Zhuang Yu alone. Instead, he called a pick-and-roll in the frontcourt.

When he saw the opponent's pick-and-roll, Zhuang Yu didn't care. He simply didn't go around and stayed where he was, letting Latvis come up to delay it.

Little Brown's eyes lit up, and he felt that the opportunity had come. With his own speed, he couldn't pass Zhuang Yu, so couldn't he pass Latvis?

Immediately, he raised his center of gravity and made a gesture of worshiping Buddha, then accelerated his breakthrough, smoothly passed Latvis, and then made a layup.

"Be careful."

There were exclamations.

Little Brown's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, he saw a palm firmly pressing on the basketball, nailing it to the backboard.