Chapter 6 The Three Heat Brothers in the Future

When Dao Zi made a backhand throw, when the ball left Dao Zi's hand, Li Ba's locking skills allowed Li Ba to clearly "see" the trajectory of the ball. He jumped up and slapped the ball with all his left hand.

"Snapped!"

Like swat a fly, with a loud slap, the giant palm slapped the ball, and the ball flew away from the court in an instant and went to the next door.

"well!"

The vast majority of people outside the court support Knife, not only because he is a black man, but also because Li Ba's defensive skills have no audience here. If his defense ruins a gorgeous performance, there is a high probability that he will be booed. So even some Asians or Chinese present here did not support Li Ba, and they all sighed regretfully at this moment.

"Oh hoo!"

Li Ba waved his fists to cheer himself up.

However, I feel that the position of the fan was a bit lower in the cover just now. If the fan was a bug, it might not be successful. This is mainly due to his athletic quality, his bullet speed is not good enough.

"Papa..."

Frank Johnson applauded Li Ba. There were at least 200 people outside the arena, including him, there were more than 20 or 30 people applauding.

"He didn't eat too much, and blocked shots very accurately. Mike, with his muscles and wingspan, don't you think he is still useful at the basket? I even think that Big Ben is his template now." Frank said.

D'Antoni shrugged his shoulders and said: "But you have to pay attention to who his opponent is. If you just changed to an NBA player and still used the same offensive move, I don't know if the Chinese can eat it or not, but as long as the jumping ability and staying in the air With a slightly stronger ability, he will definitely not be able to block it."

Frank nodded, that's a good point. This Chinese opponent is indeed too weak. The jump just now had no height, no suspension, and no height in the shot. If it were an NBA star, no, just a rotation player would be enough, and he would just glide away in the air. The distance from the Chinese, this kind of small throw, cannot be blocked at all.

"TWO!" Li Ba raised two fingers towards the knife.

"Shet! I'll score!" Knife said fiercely.

"You vermin, I'm your impassable Himalayas! Come on, damn vermin, send me ten dollars and I'll buy a tent."

Li Ba smiled proudly.

"You should pick it up. Didn't you pick up your ball, clothes, and sneakers?" Knife roared and gave Li Ba a middle finger.

"Fake oil, do you think I came to the United States naked? If Hooker hadn't stolen my suitcase, could I pick it up?"

It annoyed me to mention this matter, he even had his underwear stolen, Li Ba cursed.

Next, Knife, who was not very strong, only scored two goals in the end, and lost ten dollars smoothly.

In the following eight balls, Li Ba used his height and weight to force the knife out of the baseline, rebounded once, intercepted once, blocked three times, and completed six successful defenses.

"Let's go, Frank, his strength is really not good enough to reach the level of the NBA. If he continues to fight these people here, this kind of bullfighting method requires technology without technology, confrontation without confrontation, and tactics without tactics. After receiving professional training, he is not even qualified to play in low-level leagues. I don’t know how many people like him in the United States, one hundred thousand? Or two hundred thousand? Maybe you can find a guy with his physical condition and technical level around here. "D'Antoni said.

"Well, you have a point."

Although Li Ba won, Frank recognized his strength better, and he had no regrets about not choosing Li Ba in the second round.

"Hey, are there any streetball players here?"

"No, I don't know anyone. Hey, Chris, LeBron, that yellow guy has long arms, looks longer than you."

"There are too many people with longer arms than me, what's so rare about that?"

At this time, three old men in jerseys and sneakers passed by the field. They were all wearing baseball caps and were very tall. They stopped outside after seeing Li Ba's long arms and began to discuss.

Some media followed the three of them, the cameras kept shooting, and they asked a few questions from time to time.

"His name is Iron Hammer. He is very good at fighting. He is a Chinese. He has just been here for a month. He is good at defense, and he doesn't know how to play streetball. You can play a bullfight with him for five or ten dollars."

A fan next to him interrupted and was talking, but he recognized them and shouted in surprise: "Hey, you guys, you are..."

"Yes, you recognized us." Bosh smiled triumphantly.

"Hey." Wade greeted the fans.

"Hello." James nodded.

"Tie Hammer also participated in the draft, but lost." Seeing the three of them looking at Li Ba again, the fan said again.

"Oh, I see, he is the Chinese who heard that the arms are very long." Wade suddenly realized.

"Yes, I remembered. There were a few media reports at the beginning, but then they disappeared. I heard that there was no chance for a trial training." Bosh also said.

"It's a pity that our Suns can't get these three boys." Frank, who was about to leave, said to D'Antoni.

"96 Golden Generation, this year is called Platinum Generation, what a pity, we don't have lottery picks." D'Antoni said with great regret.

Next, Li Ba accepted another five-dollar bullfight, and the opponent was still a weakling. High-level players would not play this kind of five-dollar and ten-dollar fight with him, so he planned to fight for twenty or thirty dollars tomorrow after making money today. One game at a time, people of that level can pose a threat to him.

"It's no wonder that someone with such a wingspan failed the selection, and didn't even have a chance to try out. The strength is too bad, so I just play here. Do you still want to watch?"

James said something lightly, feeling bored, and planned to leave.

"I want to end up playing a game with him," Bosh said suddenly.

"Why?" James asked in surprise.

"He blocked a few times just now, I want to try to see if he can block my shot." Bosh laughed while shaking his long neck.

"as long as you are happy."

For Bosh's bad taste, James is quite helpless.

"Go, I'll buy you to win." Wade shouted with a smile.

"Oh, there are media reporters taking photos. Is that Wade, who was ranked fifth in the first round yesterday?"

"Next to that high school kid LeBron James?"

"Yes, the No. 1 pick, and Bosh, who is fourth in the first round, they are about to sign a big contract, millionaires, I'm so envious!"

The three attracted the attention of the fans, and they started talking about it, and attracted a large number of fans from other stadiums, and soon the stadium was packed to the brim.

Li Ba collected the five dollars, and when he saw three big figures coming to the stadium, he also waited and watched.

He knew all three of them. Yesterday he saw them put on the team hat on stage, and he was so envious that he almost cursed. He didn't expect to see a real person here today.

But soon, he saw these three people coming towards him with a wave of media. Among the media, there was another person he knew, named Chen Hong, who was a reporter from the domestic sports weekly. He followed Dayao to the station last year. One of the reporters who interviewed him when he came to the United States, but after his scouting report came out, he never appeared again, nor did he report to him once in China.