Chapter 7: Beat the Streetball King
Yang Mo and Zhou Yiyi went out together. As soon as they walked out of the corridor, Zhou Yiyi's cell phone rang. She picked up the phone and answered it quickly. Then, Yang Mo, who was two meters away, could hear the thunderous questioning coming from the other end of the phone.
Zhou Yiyi chatted for a while without any awkwardness, then walked over to Yang Mo and said, "Brother Mo, I have to go back first. My mother is urging me to go back. If I don't go back, my father will be in trouble."
"Okay, then you go back first." Yang Mo waved goodbye to her. Before leaving, Zhou Yiyi came up to Yang Mo and kissed her, then drove away with a smug voice. He felt as if he had gotten a great bargain.
After saying goodbye to Zhou Yiyi, Yang Mo walked around. He didn't want to go back to school, and he had already started looking for a job. Although the school was willing to keep him in graduate school and let him continue to play for the school team for a few years, he didn't have the heart to do so. To him, the level of CUBA players was still a little low.
As we walked, we arrived at Dixing Park. The court was not very lively at this time, with only a few people shooting basketballs lazily. This place would only have masters at night.
Yang Mo wanted to test his strength, so he went in and found a basketball to practice. After practicing, he felt full of strength, and his body was full of endless power. This feeling was great. With the support of strength, Yang Mo felt confident in every move and no longer worried about physical confrontation.
Before, Yang Mo was only 60% confident about tonight's match, but now, he was 100%. With such violent power, Wu Yun's small body could be smashed apart in a few hits. This strength would be top-notch even in the NBA, after all, it was 60% of O'Neal's peak strength.
However, there are pros and cons. Such violent power poured into the body overnight, causing Yang Mo to lose the silky smooth feel before... Bang bang bang!
He shot more than ten balls in a row, but each ball was shot too hard and failed to enter the basket.
This is not a particularly tricky problem. As long as the ball quality is still there, the feel can be slowly regained through practice and the strength can be controlled.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was still plenty of time before the showdown, Yang Mo took off his clothes and started practicing shirtless on the court.
Yang Mo is a hard-working and persevering person, especially when it comes to basketball. From childhood to adulthood, he practices basketball for at least three hours every day, regardless of the weather. Long-term and persistent training has made him very good at the ball, and he has mastered various techniques very well.
However, he has never received professional training, so his playing style seems a bit unconventional, and his technical moves are not as standard as in textbooks . But as long as he can score, it's fine. Isn't basketball just a sport of putting the basketball into the basket?
Bang bang swish!
Bang!
Yang Mo practiced hard, sweating profusely, from morning to noon, and then from noon to afternoon. He didn't know how many balls he had thrown, he only knew that his touch was gradually returning, probably to about 60% to 70% of his usual level.
This is enough to deal with the dark clouds.
After running to the nearby stadium to have dinner, Yang Mo went to the central stadium to wait. While Yang Mo was waiting, more and more people joined the waiting line.
Most of them were onlookers from yesterday, and they also wanted to see whether there would be any possibility of a reversal in today's battle situation.
Around eight o'clock, Wuyun and his group finally arrived. Wuyun came over, and for some unknown reason, he actually made an additional request: "Friend, you lost yesterday, so I don't have to accept your challenge today. But since I agreed, I have to fulfill it. However, we must add a little bit today, 10,000 yuan, how about it?"
Ten thousand yuan?
Yang Mo frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't have that much money!"
While Yang Mo was hesitating, Wu Yun had already taken out a stack of money from his waist bag, patted it twice in front of Yang Mo, and said, "If you don't have money, then I'm sorry. It's impossible for you to challenge whenever you want. Then I will play with you every day. There must be some prize."
"I." Yang Mo pursed his lips in confusion. He was confident, but he really didn't have any money. At this time, Haozi, who was watching from the sidelines, said slowly, "It's just 10,000 yuan. Wait, I'll get it for you."
As he said that, he squeezed out of the crowd and trotted to the bank ATM opposite.
Yang Mo was moved to see Haozi being so righteous... Fatty, I lost yesterday, aren't you afraid that this ten thousand dollars will be wasted?
Yang Mo was moved, but Wu Yun next to her was a little surprised: He actually dared to take 10,000 yuan to fight me.
He couldn't help but feel a little worried when he thought about it. He didn't have much confidence to begin with. He won yesterday with great difficulty. He took out 10,000 yuan just to suppress Yang Mo from challenging him. He didn't expect this guy to actually take out 10,000 yuan.
This is like shooting himself in the foot, and all the pressure is on him.
After a while, Haozi came over breathlessly, stuffed the money into Yang Mo's pocket, and said with a grin, "Give me half if you win."
"No problem." Yang Mo quickly patted his shoulder, then turned around and waved the ten thousand yuan in his hand to Wu Yun, saying, "Come on."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, even if Wu Yun was worried, he could not refuse the challenge as he was in a situation where he was riding a tiger and could not back down. If he backed down, his reputation as the king of streetball would be ruined.
"Okay." Wu Yun gritted his teeth and agreed loudly. He looked around and said loudly: "Everyone, please be my witness. Whoever wins today will take the 20,000 yuan, and no one is allowed to regret it."
OK! No problem!
The onlookers cheered, they all came to watch the fun, the more exciting the better, it had nothing to do with them anyway, they just wanted to have fun.
Wu Yun took the money from Yang Mo, put it together with his own 10,000 yuan, and pressed it under the basketball hoop. He turned around and said to Yang Mo, "Today we are not playing best of five games. We will play five balls. Whoever wins gets the money."
Wuyun suggested playing five balls because he discovered from yesterday's game that Yang Mo liked to strike back. If he could catch Yang Mo off guard right from the start, his chances of winning would be much higher.
Wu Yun's wishful thinking was in full swing, but Yang Mo agreed to his request immediately: "No problem."
For Yang Mo, five games were no different from five. His plan today was to use his tyrannical strength to defend and shut out Wu Yun.
When Wu Yun saw that Yang Mo agreed, he quickly ran to the free throw line and took the first shot. As expected, the ball went in and he got the first shot.
He dribbled the ball to the three-point line and immediately bent down. Just as he was about to make a fake move, Yang Mo pounced on him and made physical contact with him.
Yang Mo used all his strength and rushed forward with the dark clouds covering his head. Originally, he wanted to use the sprint to get a chance to attack, but... as soon as his body rushed to Yang Mo, there was a strong rebound force that hit him like a tidal wave. Immediately, he slipped and stumbled to the ground.
He fell to the ground, and before he could react, Yang Mo stole the ball from him, rushed directly into the penalty area, and scored a layup.
1:0.
After Yang Mo scored a goal, the onlookers were stunned for a few seconds before they exclaimed, because they did not expect such a dramatic scene .
They thought Wu Yun slipped and fell. Only Wu Yun knew that he was knocked over by Yang Mo's strength.
"Fuck, what's going on? Yesterday he was like a dough stick, but today he's like an elephant. Did he take stimulants?"
Wuyun muttered, his mind full of disbelief. No matter how good his imagination was, he could not have imagined that someone could undergo such a drastic change overnight.
While Wu Yun was incredulous, Yang Mo had already passed the ball to him: "It's 1:0 now, keep going!"
Wuyun took the ball and decisively learned his lesson. He no longer actively collided with Yang Mo, but kept circling back and forth outside the three-point line like a spinning top.
He made such useless and flashy moves, but Yang Mo ignored him and just stared at him from a step away, not falling for any of his fake moves.
If Yang Mo didn't fall for his fake moves, Wu Yun would not be able to get rid of his defense. After circling back and forth for nearly half a minute, he felt bored and looked for an opportunity to attack.
Just as he got ready to sprint, Yang Mo took a step forward and blocked his attack route... bang!
Wu Yun once again bumped into Yang Mo, and without any surprise, he fell down again. Then, Yang Mo picked up his ball and repeated the previous goal.
2:0.
After Yang Mo scored two goals in a row, the onlookers at the scene finally understood that Wu Yun did not fall because of his own slipping, but was knocked down due to lack of strength during the wrestling with Yang Mo.
But? Yesterday, Wu Yun was able to defeat everyone with his strength, but why is he unable to do so today? Did he take a powerful pill?
"Fuck, are you playing basketball?" Wuyun rushed up without waiting for Yang Mo to serve and questioned Yang Mo loudly.
"How come I'm not playing basketball?" Yang Mo got angry after being yelled at. He walked in front of him, looked down at him fiercely, and said, "Did I commit a foul? You are such a wimp, who can you blame?"
Wu Yun was numbed by Yang Mo's gaze. He snatched the basketball and said, "Okay, you wait, kid." Then he served the ball from the three-point line.
Just wait, do you think I'm afraid of you?
Yang Mo muttered and followed quickly. He stuck to Wu Yun like a piece of taffy. Wu Yun was not as strong as Yang Mo, nor was his stride as wide as Yang Mo. In addition, Yang Mo didn't fall for his fake moves at all. He took steps with difficulty, and when he pushed to the midline, he jumped high, trying to hit the ball on Yang Mo and bounce it out to get the ball.
However, Yang Mo was prepared. As soon as he jumped up and hit the ball, Yang Mo reached out to catch the ball, then turned around and quickly rushed to the basket...Swish!
Another clean layup.
3:0.
Yang Mo scored three goals in a row, and the onlookers were stunned. Yesterday, the dark clouds had the upper hand, but today they were beaten like a dog and couldn't even make it into the three-point line. It was too unscientific.
To the onlookers, this is unscientific. But to Yang Mo, it is the most reasonable thing. Originally, Yang Mo suppressed Wu Yun in terms of skills and height. He lost yesterday only because of his tricks and strength. Today, his strength has reached the top level of the NBA. It is like abusing a small shrimp like Wu Yun who can't even play in the CBA. It would be strange if he didn't fight back!
On the fourth ball, Yang Mo used his strength to force Wu Yun to lose his balance, and he directly intercepted the ball and made a layup.
In the fifth ball, Yang Mo made a dribbling error forced by Wu Yun, and after reversing the ball possession, he ignored the defense and threw in a three-pointer from outside the three-point line.
It was a very clean and neat victory over Wu Yun, with a score of 5 to 0, which made Wu Yun lose all his temper. When Yang Mo threw in a three-pointer, Wu Yun turned around and left without saying a word.
Yang Mo walked over with a smile and picked up the 20,000 yuan. Then the onlookers rushed up, high-fived him, bumped his chests, and roared.
Tonight, he is the only hero.
Although Wuyun also enjoyed this treatment last night, the news of his failure will soon spread and his reputation as the streetball king will be discounted.
Of course, before long, his reputation will rise again, because maybe Yang Mo will appear in the NBA, and then he can brag: "I beat NBA player Yang Mo back then."
