Now the question arises:
How do you attack when facing an opponent shorter than you?
Answer A: Keep it straightforward—take the shot and score. There's no way he can block it!Answer B: Turn, lean back, and throw it in—he won't be able to reach!Answer C: Luckily, both of these moves suit me just fine!
In the second quarter, Nefalia took the lead. After Su Feng dropped into the post, his teammates kept feeding him the ball.
After successfully receiving the pass, Su Feng executed a quick turnaround, faking a move as if preparing to spin.
Then, he twisted his waist, hung in the air, and flicked his wrist in one fluid motion.
At that moment, every eye in the basketball arena was drawn to Su Feng's elegant fadeaway.
Even a "traitor" appeared in the crowd—a female student, momentarily abandoning her stance, subconsciously whispered:
"So handsome!"
— Swish! —
Despite the toolman guard Swartz extending his small, short arms as far as he could, the ball was well beyond his reach.
For a brief moment, Swartz seemed to see snowflakes falling before his eyes, followed by a chilly gust of wind—it wasn't just a game, it was a scene of pure dominance.
And with that, Su Feng secured his 13th point of the game!
Although he was still far from fulfilling his dream of making it to the NBA, becoming a basketball star, and marrying Bai Fumei, at least for now, he had gained a bit more confidence.
Me, so strong! I can feel the power surging through me!
Su Feng—swelling with pride like an overinflated balloon.
The game resumed, and Raul Merion attacked. This time, Kobe executed an incredibly deceptive behind-the-back pass to his teammate David Rasman after breaking through the defense.
Rasman followed up and banked the shot.
15 to 20.
During his high school years, Kobe had been heavily influenced by the basketball footage his grandfather had sent him. As a result, he often imitated "magical" moves while playing.
Before perfecting his No-pass-look, Kobe's No-look-pass was a sight to behold.
Looking back, Su Feng and Swartz countered.
— Bang! —
This time, Su Feng missed his shot, but it didn't matter. With Kobe's intimidating presence, none of Nefalia's players dared to step up—except for Su Feng.
— Boom! —
Raul Merion counterattacked, and Kobe's pull-up jumper from the perimeter missed the mark under Su Feng's defensive pressure.
"Su Feng's defense is excellent! If we exclude his first four dunks and free throws, Kobe's shooting percentage tonight is only 33%..."
Duke scout Wesley muttered to himself in the stands as he reviewed his notes.
Back on the court, perhaps Swartz gained confidence after Su Feng's last missed attempt. This time, he boldly challenged Su Feng head-on.
And, surprisingly—
Su Feng nearly made an error.
Typically, when a defender presses hard, a breakthrough or a pass is the best response.
But, coincidentally, those are Su Feng's weaknesses.
Fortunately, Su Feng reacted fast enough—thinking on his feet and playing instinctively.
He quickly handed the ball to his nearest teammate, Captain Towns, then signaled for an immediate return pass.
From captain to toolman guard—God knows what Towns has been through.
But as he looked into Su Feng's intense eyes, Towns felt an inexplicable sense of awe welling up inside him...
"Fine, fine, isn't it just a ball?"
Su Feng caught the ball. This time, he didn't give Swartz a chance to tangle with him—he shook him off and took the shot from half a meter beyond the three-point line.
It was an unreasonable attempt.
But Su Feng fired without hesitation.
Because he knew Swartz's short arms could never reach him.
Swish!
It's in!
Su Feng's second bucket of the night—a three-pointer!18 to 20!
The crowd was stunned...
Nefalia—who had been slaughtered by 58 points last year—was now trailing by only 2 points in the second quarter?
"Amazing! Those quick releases—only top-tier shooters in the NBA can pull that off."
From the stands, Wesley felt like he'd struck gold.
Because he had just discovered a rare shooting talent in Pennsylvania.
Defense? Check. Shooting? Check.
"No way—I have to give him my business card after the game. A prospect this promising must not slip away." Wesley thought.
On the court, after draining the three, Su Feng turned toward Kobe for help.
This time, Bryant wasn't laser-focused on Swartz.
Because Kobe wanted a one-on-one showdown with Su Feng.
But before that, he shot a meaningful glance at his head coach.
On the bench, Donner and his son were speechless.
"Sure enough—what's meant to happen will always happen..."
Raul Merion went back on the attack. Again, Kobe orchestrated the play, setting up Rasman for an easy bucket. 18 to 22.
At the other end, Nefalia prepared to strike back—Kobe ran straight toward Su Feng.
Seeing this, the entire stadium erupted in anticipation!
Kobe vs. the Chinese player—it's happening!
"Alright, Su. If you can stop me from scoring five points next, I'll consider that your victory!"
Kobe—the definition of confidence.
Su Feng took a deep breath. Meanwhile, Towns—reduced to a toolman—glanced at Su Feng, silently asking:
"Want me to pass it for a solo?"
Su Feng shook his head and sent his own silent command:
"Just watch me work!"
Towns nodded. Understood.
Basketball really has no borders...
On the court, Su Feng knew he was no match for Kobe in a pure one-on-one battle.
So his first move was simple—stall as long as possible.
After all, beating Raul Merion outright was a fantasy—Su Feng understood his limits.
Therefore, his priority was building up his iron value!
"Hey, I'm not playing solo because I want to—it's because none of you dare to attack!"
"I was forced into this!"
Catch—step—hang in the air—flick the wrist!
After darting from the left-wing 45-degree angle to the right, Towns quickly fed Su Feng the ball.
And without hesitation, Su Feng pulled up for a jumper.
Kobe reacted fast, contesting the shot—
But he couldn't stop Su Feng from getting it off.
"What position is this?" Duke scout Wesley chuckled from the stands.
Swish!
Kobe: "..."
Wesley: "..."
Su Feng: "..."
Seriously?!
"I was just trying to rack up iron value!"
21 to 22—after sinking that three-pointer, Su Feng's individual score for the night had officially surpassed Kobe's.
"Not bad!"
Kobe now looked at Su Feng more seriously…
Meanwhile, Su Feng was frustrated. For heaven's sake!
"I never planned to lead Nefalia to victory over Raul Merion in some epic upset!"
So when Kobe switched to guarding him, Su Feng thought—
"This just got real..."
Su—who just wanted to miss some shots—Feng.
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