NBA: I'm really not a point guard god

I can see hits with my left eye.

When Zhou Yao saw the name of this skill on the property panel, Zhou Yao was stunned for 5 minutes.

is this real?

This can't be true!

Zhou Yao just felt so amazing!

It's time to sleep.

Zhou Yao suddenly lost sleepiness at all.

Get dressed and bring a basketball.

Zhou Yao appeared on the basketball court closest to home at the fastest speed.

Although the neighborhood where Zhou Yao lives also has a basketball court.

But the basketball court closest to Zhou Yao's house is actually in the next block.

John Gordon lived in that neighborhood.

John also once said that it was the territory of the "bad boy gang" of black teenagers from the same block.

Those guys were the kind of basketball-crazed teenagers with distinct underclass black traits.

John was one of the few non-African-Americans to be recognized by the Bad Boys.

At the beginning, in order to gain the approval of these guys, John also suffered a lot.

It made John leave school for a while, and there was no place to play basketball.

Of course, the Bad Boys aren't that refined.

John also received a lot of punches for this.

If it was normal, Zhou Yao would definitely not want to cause trouble for herself.

But today is different.

He can't wait to see if he can actually see his shooting percentage.

It's strange that the previous skill called "Friend or Enemy" just stays in the skill column alone.

Except for the name of the skill, and the explanation of the skill, there is nothing else.

And "I can see hits with my left eye" is a completely different story.

After the skill name, there is also a "level1".

Level 1.

It also shows that this skill can be upgraded.

At present, the hit rate can only be seen on the official court.

Then is it possible to see the hit rate anytime, anywhere?

But what's the use of this kind of hit rate if it's not on the court?

Doesn't this seem very tasteless.

Moreover, even if it can be upgraded, how should this skill be upgraded?

The system doesn't explain it at all.

Zhou Yao now only hopes that the time is late, and those guys from the Bad Boy Gang are no longer at the stadium.

However, nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory.

Zhou Yao ran to the field panting.

The lights of the court were still on, and about 20 young men and women were either playing on the court or watching the game from the sidelines.

Fortunately, with just a glance, Zhou Yao saw John in the crowd.

It's just different than being at school during the day.

At this time, John was shirtless, revealing a large tattoo on his back, and wearing an exaggerated colorful wig. On the one hand, this should be a Latino girl like a little sister wearing an exaggerated wig, on the other hand Holding a beer bottle with a small half bottle of wine.

To be honest, it's not that Zhou Yao has never seen his peers drink alcohol.

But even as a child, I have never seen anyone drinking with a straw.

"Hey boy!"

"Do you know whose territory you stepped on?"

"This is not for you!"

"Roll as far as you can!"

A black boy first noticed Zhou Yao's arrival.

That guy is not tall, less than 170 to the sky.

The momentum is quite sufficient.

Lifting his chin, looking at Zhou Yao's eyes, there are more white eyeballs and less black eyeballs.

"Michael, why are you here?"

The sound attracts the attention of others.

A group of people gathered around.

John also saw Zhou Yao.

Although he didn't know why Zhou Yao came here, he still spoke immediately.

At least tell someone from the Bad Boys that he knows him.

The Bad Boys are, after all, a group of teenagers, not real gangsters.

As long as they are regarded as their own people, or are acquaintances with their own people, they are usually more polite.

"Is he the transfer student you mentioned?"

"It doesn't look like much!"

"I'm Rebecca Ley."

"I heard you beat John twice on the field."

"I don't know if it's true or not."

"But it's okay if it's fake."

"You're John's friend, and that's my Rebecca's friend."

"If you want to come here to play basketball, the Bad Boys are of course welcome."

"Of course, before that, you have to show us your qualifications to be called Bad Boys and Friends!"

It never occurred to her that the person speaking turned out to be the Latino girl who looked like a little sister who was hugged by John before.

Before, I only saw a side face, but now, from this side, she is really a little beauty.

It's just that I don't know if it was intentional, and I put on a lot of makeup.

Rebecca is most likely still in school, but judging by her makeup, she looks more like a street girl than a school girl.

It's just that such a girl looks more like the boss of the Bad Boys Gang.

And the big, big, and thick guys around him seem to recognize her as the boss.

Zhou Yao even wondered with a bit of a naughty taste, whether there is a reason other than basketball that this kid John can be recognized by the Bad Boys Gang.

After all, John was supposed to be a handsome guy no matter how he looked at it.

"John told me about you."

"I live in the next block."

"As you all know, the basketball court over there is much better than the one on your side."

"But the guys over there are guys who can't play basketball very well."

"Since John speaks so much of you, it would be a bad idea not to come and see."

Of course Zhou Yao would not say that he chose the basketball court closest to his home just to get to know his new skills quickly.

Not to mention the system, of course no one can know.

Just pick a basketball court close to home.

In the eyes of the bad boy helping these people, this reason is too common and too weak.

It would be better to say from the beginning that I came to challenge them.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, whether Rebecca or the others felt it was normal.

In fact, they often go to other blocks to challenge.

It's just that no one has ever just slapped a basketball while holding it.

"You don't want to single out us alone, do you?"

It was the little black man who spoke first again.

Rebecca glared at him, the guy stuck out his tongue and shut up.

"How is that possible? I don't think you will use wheel tactics."

"Wouldn't that damage the reputation of the Bad Boys Gang!"

"How about this, we have three games."

"The first game is dribbling, one dribbles, the other defends, and then rotate."

"The one with the longest dribble wins."

"The second game is better than shooting."

"Delineate 5 points inside the three-point line and outside the three-point line. After shooting a point, no matter whether you make it or not, go to the next point and continue shooting."

"The time limit is 10 minutes, and we will see who puts in more."

"In the third game, we competed in dunking."

"The others are the judges. Give points to the two, and the one with the higher score wins."

"It's like the NBA's slam dunk contest."

"I only have myself, you can choose the three strongest games."

"How? This is not bullying, is it?"

Others don't think so, John only thinks that Zhou Yao is crazy.

Provoking the Bad Boys in this way, is Zhou Yao just getting ready for a beating...