svetikya Chapter 179
Chapter 179
The Red Team inbounds the ball first. Lin Feng dribbles past half-court, and Zhang Lei calls for the ball at the top of the arc. Lin Feng passes it to him, and Zhang Lei receives the ball, drives directly, pulls up for a jump shot—and it goes in.
Zhang Lei is indeed strong. His first step is ridiculously fast; his defender simply can't keep up. The transition between braking and jumping in that sudden stop is extremely smooth, with almost no pause.
Lin Feng stood in the backcourt, watching Zhang Lei retreat and return from defense. He suddenly thought that if one day he could reach Zhang Lei's level, then he would be afraid of no one.
The white team is on offense. Liu Yang dribbles one-on-one, facing Zhang Lei's defense. Liu Yang is more than ten centimeters taller than Zhang Lei, but instead of backing down him, he drives to the basket—his first step is quick, but Zhang Lei's footwork is even faster, sticking close to him and not giving him any space to shoot. Liu Yang jumps forcefully, but the ball is interfered with by Zhang Lei, bouncing off the rim. Sun Hao grabs the offensive rebound and scores on the putback.
Coach Li shouted from the sidelines, "Box out! Box out for the rebound!"
The red team is on offense. Lin Feng dribbles the ball across half-court. This time, he doesn't rush to pass to Zhang Lei, but instead observes the defense himself. The white team's power forward is positioned far forward, leaving an open space inside. He calls a screen, and the center moves up to set it. He uses the screen to break through, drawing the defense before passing the ball to the cutting center—the center receives the ball and makes a layup, scoring.
Coach Li nodded.
Zhang Lei walked over and glanced at Lin Feng. "That was a good pass."
Lin Feng was taken aback when Zhang Lei praised him.
"Don't just stand there, get back on defense." Zhang Lei had already run back.
The game was intense. The score went back and forth, with the difference remaining within five points. Lin Feng was more comfortable at point guard than yesterday—he didn't have to directly face Zhang Lei's defense, nor did he have to shoulder the main scoring burden. He only needed to steadily dribble the ball across half-court, organize the offense, and look for opportunities to pass the ball.
His sense of rhythm came into play in this role. He wasn't the fastest, nor the strongest, but he could pass the ball to the right position at the right time. This is what Sun Jianguo meant by "having a sharp mind."
In the third quarter, Coach Li called a timeout, moved Lin Feng to the shooting guard position, and brought in another point guard.
"You'll be playing shooting guard now, guarding Liu Yang," Coach Li said.
Liu Yang.
A 1.98-meter-tall small forward, the top scorer on the provincial youth team.
Lin Feng stood in front of Liu Yang, his head only reaching Liu Yang's chin. Liu Yang glanced down at him, his eyes showing neither contempt nor respect—just the natural distance between a tall person and a short person.
Liu Yang calls for the ball in the low post. The white team's point guard passes the ball to him.
Liu Yang turned his back and sat back. Lin Feng was forced back a step by him—the difference in strength was too great, like a car crashing into a truck. Liu Yang turned, jumped, and shot. Lin Feng jumped to block, his hand outstretched as high as possible, his fingertips still a short distance from the ball.
Goal!
Coach Li shouted from the sidelines, "Get in front of him early! Don't let him receive the ball easily!"
On the next defensive play, Lin Feng positioned himself in front of Liu Yang, reaching out to interfere with the passing lane. The white team's point guard lobbed the ball high, and Liu Yang jumped to catch it, out of Lin Feng's reach. Liu Yang caught the ball and immediately turned to shoot—and it went in again.
Lin Feng, panting, watched Liu Yang run back.
This guy is too strong. Height, strength, technique—he completely dominates in every aspect.