For the University of Pennsylvania, they are traditional academic strong schools, but if you mention NCAA and March Madness, they are basically just a so-called "saucy".

Although the Penn Quaker Catholics team is also a first-level league in the NCAA, the overall combat effectiveness of the team is hard to describe.

Forget it, I won’t hit these high-IQ children. They are both prestigious schools, and at least there is Jeremy Lin who can score 30 on Kobe’s head in the future. Stanford’s Crimson Team is also quite famous in NCAA. As for Penn... Otherwise, you should study hard.

Of course, Han Miao, who is standing in front of the Pennsylvania, will not say it so bluntly.

Otherwise, it seems that it is easier to be beaten.

"Hello, classmate, are you here to visit the basketball hall? Or are you going to join the basketball team?" Before he could enter the door, Han Miao was stopped by a white guy with blonde hair.

"There are both." Han Miao took out a stack of paper from his pocket, and after opening it, it was a flyer from the Pennsylvania basketball team.

Unlike other wealthy families, Penn University is not as strict as the wealthy families in terms of basketball because its basketball skills are average. In other wealthy universities, if you want to join a basketball team, you either get fancy to a scout or coach, or you have proved yourself in high school. People like Penn University who rely on sending flyers and messages... Ahem, it's almost gone. (Of course, Penn University hasn't done this now, but don't forget that the time in the book is 2009.)

"Tsk tsk, look at your body. You should be a guy who can play basketball. I think you may be called up to play a game with the school team in a while."

The white guy is obviously also a basketball enthusiast, but the guy is short and thin. In theory, he has no chance of professional basketball in his life, so it would be great if he could do it in the streetball world.

"I'll lend you a good word." Han Miao didn't say that he had too many with the guy, after all, passers-by don't come out to take advantage of the scene.

However, I have to say that the basketball hall of Penn University is still OK, at least there are all equipment. Moreover, although the results are not good, Penn University, which has always been very expensive, is also top-notch in the configuration of the basketball hall. At least, it is much better than what Han Miao had seen in China.

"Sure enough, the evil ZBism is actually in the university basketball hall with professional massage equipment. Is this here to play basketball or enjoy it?"

After a short walk around and sighing that the school where academic masters and geniuses are not short of money, Han Miao sat in the first row of the sidelines with interest, watching the Quaker team members performing on the court.

"Xiao Hui, see how good the people on the field are? Are there any one with badges?"

Xiaohui... Such a rustic name was given to the system by Han Miao, the big badge system, abbreviated as Xiaohui...

"The host, these people on the field are basically substitutes and don't have any badges on them. However, there are a few badges among the main players of the Quaker team."

"Good, what level?"

Han Miao is interested, and there are people from Penn that have badges, yes.

"There is a 206 inside line, he has a bronze-level power, a bronze-level dunk master, and a silver-level indestructible King Kong." The system Xiaohui is very dedicated. "There is also a 198 shooting guard, a bronze-level long-range sharpshooter and a bronze-level unlimited range."

"Those two people? They're gone?"

Sure enough, the players who play in academic colleges are all that... Two people in a team have bronze badges, so why are they playing ncaa? North Carolina Duke Kentucky, etc., and the team basically has badges. Not to mention anything else, it means that the No. 1 pick Wall and No. 5 pick Cousins ​​just joined Kentucky this year. They have at least a dozen or twenty badges on them, and the highest level has reached the gold level, so their strength is excellent.

At least, Wall now, his colorful badges made Han Miao feel out of reach.

After all, in addition to the 6 badges he gave away for free and drew (1 purple, 2 gold, 1 silver, 2 bronze), Han Miao himself unlocked the bronze-level "free throw ace" and "ankle terminator" in the past three months, so the badges on him have not exceeded double digits now.

What's more, his Hall of Fame badge is physical, and his skills are basically useless in addition to ball control and pass, but they are just covered up by the first-class NBA ball control ability.

"careful!"

Just as Han Miao was watching the scene with his legs crossed, he suddenly heard someone shouting, and then an orange object was quickly enlarging in his eyes!

"It's so troublesome."

Han Miao was not worried about this situation. He stretched out one hand, spread his five fingers, and immediately grabbed the ball firmly in his hand. Then, he flipped his wrist, flexibly tweaked his index finger, and turned the ball directly with the trend! The basketball also rotated quickly and steadily on his fingertips, making him look particularly obedient.

After this series of actions, the eyes of everyone in the basketball hall were attracted. "A expert can tell if there is any one." Han Miao's move just now, everyone present sighed that he was not as good as that, especially the current main point guard of Penn. He believed that he had good ability to turn the ball, but he could not do it if he had to take such a light weight.

"Hey, are you Japanese, Korean, or Chinese?"

Looking at Han Miao's yellow skin, a black guy who accidentally flew out the basketball racket just now came over and asked.

"Chinese, this year's new birth."

In front of the seniors, Han Miao still maintained the politeness he deserved. Although China's international status and influence have become vaguely higher since last year's Beijing Olympics, and even the international students have become more confident, there are still etiquettes.

"I'll give you the ball, be careful next time."

Han Miao took the ball and played a trick around his body, then gently threw the ball to the black guy, and then he turned around and left.

Why? These are all routines. He had just discovered that there was a man next to him who looked like a coach who had noticed him, so at this time, playing hard to get is the king.

Anyway, they will definitely stop themselves, but people can't see that they are actively posting them.

"William, go and try the strength of that Chinese."

Yes, the young coach of Penn University on the sidelines did notice Han Miao. Looking at Han Miao's very light-hearted behavior and his tall body, the young coach of Penn University suddenly felt that he might have met a treasure.

Good, is this the benefit God has given to you for your first job after graduation? Sure enough, devout believers will be rewarded! (You can be the head coach after graduation. Brother, do you have a mine in your family??)

Therefore, he directly asked his main shooting guard to test Han Miao.

"Hey, classmate, are you interested in having a one-on-one game?"

William, a black guy with short Mohiki hairstyle, the current main shooting guard of Pennsylvania, took the initiative to find Han Miao at the warning of the young coach.

"One-on-one? You and me?"

Han Miao was actually waiting for the Quaker team to call him, and he even slowed down his pace. Fortunately, Penn did not disappoint him, otherwise Han Miao would be very embarrassed.

"Yes, let's have a game and play."

Although the Quakers' team has poor foreign performance, in the school, the Quakers' main shooting guard William Lancelot is definitely a star. He took the initiative to propose that he would go against Han Miao in a game, which immediately attracted the attention of the old students in the entire venue and the freshmen watching the fun.

However, these people don’t think Han Miao can win. Although this Chinese guy’s first-hand job was very beautiful just now, William is a master who averaged 13.7 points per game in the league!

"William! William! William!..."

Suddenly, the whole venue rang out for support to this little black brother, making Han Miao look very lonely.

"Then come on."

But Han Miao doesn't care. He is confident that he will not lose. Not to mention anything else, just relying on his ball control ability is enough to play with this William.

"The bullfighting game, play 11 goals, there is no three-second limit, and the ball rights are not converted after one side makes a shot. Is there any problem?"

Another player from Pennsylvania was temporarily acting as a referee. As for their young coach, he was busy finding a good position at this time. He wanted to take a good look at whether this Chinese boy who suddenly made him fall in love with his skills is really good.

Han Miao and William both signaled that they had no objection to the rules. Perhaps in order to reflect their senior demeanor, William generously gave the offensive ball to Han Miao.

"You can do it first."

The most important thing is that he still said this with a smile.

Well...If I attack first, I will probably let you shave your head, do you believe it?

Han Miao looked at William with a slightly complicated expression. Of course, he didn't say this hurtful sentence.

OK, I won’t hit the smiley person, Brother William, right? I will give you a goal.

With the ball in hand, Han Miao silently set a bottom line for himself in his heart.

After all, the bald head hurts self-esteem and gives the ball the most glorious.
Chapter completed!