As long as you have played basketball, you know that the difference between one hand and two hands is too big.

Put aside the dribble under the crotch, dribble behind the back, cross direction change and other technical movements, you need to use both hands to make a three-step layup, and you also need both hands to make a mid-range shot and three-pointer. If you want to score, you can only choose to make a one-handed layup.

If one person can defeat another with one hand, or think about it in the matchup, the basketball level of the two must be very different, just like an NBA player taking to the streets to play with passers-by.

Li Zhe obviously didn't take Pell seriously when he said this, as if a college student was talking to a primary school student, which sounded full of mockery.

"Why do you say it again?" Pell stood up suddenly, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes.

He was defeated by a clean attack before, and was defeated in 2V2. Now he was riding on his head and provoked, so he could not bear it. If someone hadn't pulled him, the coach would have to rush up to fight.

At least he participated in Reebok ABCD training. Although he relied on his old iron relationship, he averaged less than 2 points per game, which made Ross, Love and others suppress it until only a few minutes of playing time.

"Left hand or right hand?" Li Zhe chuckled. "It is recommended that you choose the right hand because my left hand is unfamiliar."

The rest of the team were silent when they heard this. Some felt that the matter was not related to them. Some wanted to watch the fun and hoped that the more exciting the better. Only DeRozan looked worried. He wanted to open his mouth several times and closed his mouth, with a very entangled expression.

"Go to the damn!" Of course Pel would not choose, because choosing means being afraid.

Li Zhe shrugged and turned around and walked into the venue.

Philip whispered: "Let it develop? It will be troublesome if there is a stalemate."

"I just pretended that nothing happened, and I was already covering up Pell. I always had to pay the price to say the wrong thing." Tim shook his head slightly. "I didn't expect that Jamie was so tough."

…

The game continued, and Pell dribbled the ball in the frontcourt.

Li Zhe bent down and bowed, and had already figured out the countermeasures, just waiting for the turtle to be caught in the jar.

Perhaps it was related to face, Pell did not give up, and rushed to the top of the arc and immediately reached for a pick-and-roll.

Seeing this, Mamadu hurriedly raised his hand, but Li Zhe seemed to be ready and quickly bypassed the wall.

Pell failed to get rid of it, so he immediately pulled the ball and retreated, retreated to two big steps outside the three-point line and stopped, and began to change hands and dribble under his crotch.

Li Zhe was like an old monk entering into meditation, turning a blind eye to a series of fancy actions.

The attack time ticked and soon there were only 8 seconds left.

Pell's eyes were beating frequently, as if he was experiencing a life-and-death decision. He suddenly raised his right shoulder to make a breakthrough, but he just rushed out and stopped and asked for a pick-and-roll, which was very lacking.

Mamadu stepped forward again, and Li Zhe heard the sound of footsteps and rushed forward to delay.

Pell hurriedly pulled the ball and changed direction, but Li Zhe only blocked the right and forced him to go left.

The two of them stood together and blinked to the left elbow area. Pell closed the ball with both hands and started a three-step layup.

At this time, there was no one under the basket, and the defense was very difficult!

Li Zhe raised his right hand high to interfere, but Pell was patient enough to choose to pull the lever and make a layup with a backhand.

When the ball enters, the whistle sounds in advance, and the attack time is up in 35 seconds!

Not counting!

Pell looked at Philip in disbelief, who had no expression on his face.

The Yellow Team attacked, Li Zhe received the ball in the backcourt, and Pell followed closely behind.

He can only dribble with one hand and face the pressure. The difficulty is extraordinary. All other players and coaching staff are staring at Li Zhe like they are watching aliens, wanting to see how he deals with it.

Li Zhe's solution was simple. He separated Pell sideways, lowered his body's center of gravity, and rushed hard.

The only way to speed in the world is to be able to break!

Pell also pressed at the beginning, but failed to try twice in a row, so he could only defend head-on.

The two of them arrived at the top of the arc in a blink of an eye. Li Zhe waved his hand and signaled the audience to pull it apart, clearly trying to fight one-on-one.

Everyone was surprised to see this, and they could only dribble with one hand and give up the pick-and-roll. If they scored, it would be too awesome.

Pell naturally realized the problem and quickly bowed to block the right side.

Li Zhe let the attack time pass and did not sprint to the left until the last 8 seconds, but rushed to the elbow area and suddenly stopped and pulled the ball and turned to the right to break through. Per hurriedly moved horizontally to intercept.

In the flash, Li Zhe pulled the ball back to the left, like Hill passing Jordan, easily and freely completed the two single-handed ball changes with two changes, and quickly rushed to the basket to score.

Pell's face was extremely awkward. He took over the basketball and rushed wildly, hoping to get back the scene in an instant.

Li Zhe followed him to the frontcourt and planned to block the right and left, but Pell rushed to the end and dunked with both hands.

Several players from the field cheered in unison, and Perl landed on the ground and held Li Zhe again, but Tim blew a whistle.

"At the end of this, everyone should pay attention to their words and deeds. We are a team and should be united like brothers."

After the words came to an end, DeRozan took the lead in applauding, and the other players also agreed.

If one person scores a goal, it can be said that no one is embarrassed and everyone is happy.

However, Li Zhe realized that Tim did not take Pell's previous words to heart.

Of course, it may also be unreasonable, but it is a slight slap in any case.

"Continue training." Tim waved.

"Coach, I apply to switch to the yellow team!" Hackett raised his hand.

"Why?"

"As you said, we are a team and should aim to win. His leadership of the blue team can maximize our strength because he is better at organizing tactics than me." Hackett pointed at Li Zhe and said.

Tim smiled slightly, "Okay, you guys swap sides."

Li Zhe took off the yellow team jersey and changed into the blue team jersey. He didn't say a word in the whole process.

He knew that Hackett seemed to be complimenting, but in fact he said that he had taken advantage of the main teammate just now, and Tim also followed suit and wanted to see how he performed after he did not have the main players as a teammate.

…

The game continued, and the Yellow Team attacked first.

Hackett dribbled the ball to the top of the arc, and with Vucevic cover, he easily got rid of the defense and rushed to the elbow area.

Mamadu was as slow as a large snail. Li Zhe hurriedly waved his hand and signaled to guard the basket and shoot.

Perhaps because one-handed attack and defense were too shocking, and the previous team scored 12 points in a row was impressive, Mamadu was not in conflict with Li Zhe's command and immediately retreated to the three-second zone.

Hackett's breakthrough was blocked and he chose to pull out his shot

With a clang, the shot hit and Stephenson got the rebound.

Li Zhe dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and used Mamadu to walk into the inside, which was relatively slow.

Hackett followed and called out Vucevic to double-team together.

As soon as the two of them surrounded him, Li Zhe made a pass.

The basketball passed through the cracks and fell into Mamadu's hands, making a layup easily.

"He deliberately slowed down and took the initiative to attract double-teams. This kid is so smart." Tim's eyes shone.

"I do have a skill to be the first substitute point guard," Philip said.

The Yellow team attacked again, and Hackett dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and was about to raise his hand to ask for a pick-and-roll, Tim waved to the sideline.

Seeing this, Hackett passed the ball to DeRozan and ran up to cover it.

After changing defense, Li Zhe faced DeRozan alone at the top of the arc.

"Do you think he can defend himself?" Tim asked with a smile.

"There is too big a difference in height and size between the two. DeRozan's playing style is a bit like Kobe, and his footwork is very solid. I think it's difficult." Philip shook his head.
Chapter completed!