"That's why it's necessary, isn't it?"

Reese turned his head away. Playing around in the swimming pool was no longer enough to satisfy these guys, so they began to clap their hands rhythmically.

“!!!”

Your sister! Nie Chuan was speechless!

This Peter had just drunk beer, so it was questionable whether he was clear-headed or not. If he slapped Nie Chuan on the head, Nie Chuan would have a concussion and be rushed to the hospital!

"Okay! Boy! Do you dare? Three goals will decide the outcome!" Peter stared at Nie Chuan with his eyes wide open.

"I can not!

Before Nie Chuan could say anything, Carlo pulled him up: "Alan! Let's go! Show us your skills in crossing the Black Mountain!"

What's the use of that? He didn't get a single cent in front of Montenegro!

“There’s a public basketball court right outside the villa!”

Everyone, either wearing swimsuits or bath towels, walked out of the villa.

Nie Chuan even wondered if they were going to the basketball court to continue the party?

Just when Nie Chuan was about to stand up, someone grabbed him. When he turned around, he met Reese's eyes.

“Peter is not the best player on the team, but he has solid basic skills and is very flexible in his ball movement.”

"Should I say thank you for your comfort?" Nie Chuan felt that he was about to break the record of being killed instantly again.

"Your best skill is the three-step layup."

"Well...I'll be covered in hot pot."

"So you have to pass him as fast as possible, get rid of him, and leave enough time for your layup. You are lucky, this is it. After passing Peter, as long as you layup quickly, no one can stop you. But if this is a real basketball game, after passing one, you still face the next one."

Reese's voice was calm, and Nie Chuan's thoughts seemed to be reborn and go to another place through Reese's eyes.

"Do you remember what I said to you when I was practicing with you that day?"

"You must keep your lower body steady and don't be easily overturned by your opponent."

"Um."

"Don't compete with your opponent in strength, keep your distance and avoid physical contact."

"Um."

“Don’t forget your rhythm.”

"Hmm. What else?"

"Shoulder to shoulder, shoulder to hip. The defenseman is the door, and I'm the key."

"Good. Don't get hung up on what you've learned and don't overthink it. Your body knows what to do."

"thank you, I know now."

"Go ahead."

Reese's "Go ahead" had an inexplicable sense of power, as if it stabilized Nie Chuan's swaying world.

"Hey! Alan, don't worry! I'm here! Peter won't do anything to you!" Carlo waved not far away.

Ghost! Now I want to beat you up, okay?

A group of people came to the basketball court. The lights were not very bright, but it was enough for Nie Chuan.

Peter is about the same height as Carlo. When he stands in front of Nie Chuan, he suddenly feels like an ape trying to climb Mount Tarzan.

Someone else took out their cell phone to shoot a video. It was Lily and her friends.

To be honest, Nie Chuan really doesn't like being photographed.

A figure came in front of Lily. Lily looked up in a daze: "Reece... Reece..."

“Put your phone away. They didn’t allow you to take pictures.”

Reese's voice was not loud, but it carried a sense of oppression.

Lily and the others quickly put away their phones.

Carlo reiterated the rules: "Half-time game, no time limit, whoever scores three goals first wins. Remember, no deliberate collisions or malicious injuries!"

Peter held the ball first. He sneered at Nie Chuan who was defending him and suddenly rushed over. Nie Chuan only felt that the opponent was approaching him rapidly and subconsciously dodged. With a loud bang, Peter threw the ball into the basket.

"Oh...it's less than two seconds..."

A sighing sound was heard.

Carlo, who was standing on the sidelines, narrowed his eyes. "Peter is taking the initiative. He knows his advantage in size. His explosive power and speed far exceed Allen's. Once he dribbles past Allen once, Allen basically has no second chance to stop him."

"He understands."

At this moment, Nie Chuan frowned.

Peter's speed was indeed too fast.

If this was the Nie Chuan of the past, he would have been scared to death.

But after experiencing Reese's slam dunk and Montenegro's three big blocks, Nie Chuan felt that this was not an unbearable pressure.

It was Nie Chuan's turn to dribble the ball. He walked calmly in front of Peter and adjusted his breathing.

Don't think too much, Nie Chuan. The more you think, the slower your body will become.

You know what to do, just make a move and break through him!

Suddenly, Nie Chuan rushed forward, and Peter was about to press forward. Nie Chuan stretched out his right leg and took a probing step. Peter quickly followed Nie Chuan's movement and was about to steal the ball from Nie Chuan. Nie Chuan dribbled the ball in disguise on the same side and then dribbled behind his back. He turned around and suddenly passed Peter. He rushed forward without hesitation and made a layup!

He swore he had never dribbled so fast before.

When Carlo saw him do another three-step layup, he had to cover his eyes with his hands and repeat to himself: He should be taught to shoot! He should be taught to shoot! He should be taught to shoot!

Peter had come to block and jumped. Nie Chuan had already shot. Peter was about to touch the basketball, but the ball still fell into the basket.

"Oh—did you see that? See how that boy got past Peter?"

"No, it was too fast! I didn't see it clearly!"

Carlo's fingers opened a gap: "Did he score?"

"In." Reese replied calmly.

"Oh my God!" Carlo finally put his hand down.

The moment he landed, Nie Chuan had mixed feelings. He really never thought that one day he would be able to score from someone like Peter while playing basketball!

An inexplicable force swirled up from the bottom of his heart, seeping into every cell of his body, and even his fingertips felt inexplicably hot.

"Once he finds his own rhythm, Peter may not be his opponent until his strength is exhausted," Reese said.

Carlo looked at Reese in surprise: "What did you say? You actually think Alan can beat Peter?"

"Three goals at most. His explosiveness can't last as long as Peter's."

"Three balls are pretty impressive, right? Peter is far superior to Nie Chuan in height, defensive radius, explosiveness, and rebounding. You actually think Nie Chuan can beat him for three balls?"

Reese crossed his arms and looked at Carlo, his eyebrows raised: "Nowadays, basketball games focus more on air dominance. The air may be dominated by people like you or Montenegro, but don't forget, from the process of dribbling the ball to intercepting it, how many times does it have to touch the bottom? This part is likely to become Nie Chuan's domain...if he has such a pursuit."

"Hey, I'm so jealous of you. You can pronounce his Chinese name so clearly."

Reese placed a finger between his lips, motioning for Carlo to pay attention to the game.

This time it was Peter's turn to attack, while Nie Chuan was on defense.

Nie Chuan did not stand too far away from Peter, because he knew that he must not give Peter too much time to accelerate. He had to intercept the ball before Peter accelerated, otherwise he would definitely not have the next chance.

Pay attention, Nie Chuan!

You can do it, you definitely can do it!

The opportunity only comes for a moment, you must seize it!

Peter dribbled the ball rhythmically, constantly making tentative movements, and Nie Chuan quickly followed suit, but when Peter changed his center of gravity and dribbled the ball in a different direction, Nie Chuan could also quickly change his direction.

At first Peter thought it was because Nie Chuan reacted quickly. After three or four attempts, Nie Chuan seemed to follow Peter's movements, but in fact his legs did not move at all. He had long seen through Peter's fake moves.

He was always ready, waiting for the moment when Peter really accelerated and dribbled past the opponent.

The guy in front of him was obviously a small guy, but Peter had a feeling that he was being watched.

Nie Chuan's gaze was sharp, like a thorny vine, the barbs piercing into Peter's mind.

"Hey! Peter! Can you do this?"

Someone among the onlookers who was getting impatient with waiting spoke up.

This was undoubtedly a stimulus to Peter.

He gritted his teeth and tried to break out to the left at an extremely fast speed. Nie Chuan's shoulder also moved quickly to the left. Peter quickly changed direction and tried to break out from the right, but he didn't expect that Nie Chuan's hand had been waiting there. Just as he quickly passed Nie Chuan, he heard a "bang" and his ball was snatched away by Nie Chuan without any warning.

Peter thought he had successfully broken through and rushed out several steps, but Nie Chuan had already turned and ran towards the basket, and made another three-step layup, and the ball went in safely. Peter rushed over in a hurry and jumped up very aggressively. If he had half a second more, he would definitely be able to block Nie Chuan's shot. But it was too late.

Carlo patted his head again: "Doesn't he have any other high-end ways to score? There is really no explosive point! The moment he intercepted Peter's attack just now, my blood rushed to the top of my head. I thought he would make an arrogant slam dunk or a three-pointer... Who knew it would be a layup... I was immediately weak..."

"He won't be so lucky for the third goal," Reese said calmly.

At this time, Peter had calmed down from his initial arrogance.

Nie Chuan's steal just now was like a sharp knife stabbing into his chest, so fast and decisive, it was as if he didn't think about it at all.

This reminded Peter of Reese. He looked outside the court and saw Reese still leaning against the lamp post with his arms folded, looking calm, as if he didn't care about this game at all. But the fact that Reese could walk from the swimming pool to this basketball court already showed that this Chinese boy was extraordinary.

Peter knew that he couldn't concede any more goals.

Even if it meant his pride, he would never let Nie Chuan pass.

Carlo suddenly looked worried: "Hey, Reese...Peter is serious."

"Isn't being serious a good thing?" Reese asked back.

"...I'm worried that Alan will get hurt..." Carlo frowned.

"He should be hurt once so that he can understand how fatal his weakness is."