Feeling humiliated, Loren Woods turned around and dunked inside the red team.

There is indeed no second center on the Wildcats team who can compete with Woods.

After scoring, Woods returned to defense while directing the blue team's defense.

"Laurson, keep an eye on that brat, don't let him do anything weird anymore." Woods was worried about the three-pointer just now.

"Don't worry, Loren, I won't let that kid score on me."

After replying to Woods, Laurson just turned his head and discovered that the red team had already taken a shot.

It was none other than the STO the two of them had just talked about!

With everyone's mouths wide open, the ball hit the back edge of the basket and bounced into the net.

Shentong hits a three-pointer again!

Laurson: "..."

Woods: "..."

The two of them felt their faces hurt.(#`O′)

Sensitive people like Arenas, Jefferson and others have noticed the difference in STO.

"There's something about this guy." Arenas thought to himself.

"I can't tell, but I actually have a three-pointer." Jefferson also noticed it.

Olson was holding his chin in his hand at this moment, seeming to be thinking about something.

The players of the red team cheered and high-fived Shentong, even happier than they scored.

Especially Walton, who passed the ball to Shentong twice, kept mumbling something to Shentong on the way back to the half court.

"Sentong, believe in yourself, I have long told you that you can do it."

Shentong nodded, feeling as if his whole body was on fire.

For the first time, the entire focus was on him.

Even if it's a team training match.

STO has longed for such attention for too long.

Shen Tong felt like a drowning man who was struggling and finally grasped a straw on the shore.

Whenever there is a slight chance of survival, STO will try its best.

...

"Damn it, make up for it," Laursen shouted.

Woods quickly mentioned going online.

In front of him is Shentong holding the ball.

The atmosphere in the stadium became noisy.

"Shen, score another goal."

"Do it with him."

"Loren, don't be embarrassed again."

"Slap him!"

Loren Woods' face is hot.

The Wildcats' first center was reduced to contending with a role player. Woods felt it was really embarrassing.

For this defense, Woods decided to get serious.

Lowering his focus, Woods moved near the three-point line, not giving Shentong a chance to take an easy shot.

Woods made a good calculation.

In the absence of three-pointers, you can only rush inside, and your advantage in defending inside is much easier than defending outside.

In a situation like Woods' defense on the outside, Arenas, as an outside player, couldn't help but think to himself: "What should I do with this shot? Pass it to a teammate, fake a breakthrough, or break through and then score the ball?"

With Arenas making various assumptions, STO actually jumped up from the spot and hit Woods with a three-pointer!

"This guy is crazy."

Arenas has never seen a player shoot directly in front of Woods.

Not even myself and Jefferson.

"You are looking for death!"

Woods, who had been staring at Shentong intently, realized his opponent's intention and jumped to block the shot almost at the same time as Shentong shot.

Jefferson, who had always had a good relationship with Shentong, covered his eyes and couldn't bear to see the miserable situation of Shentong being slapped in the face.

Screams of exclamation echoed throughout the arena.

Jefferson's hand covering his eyes opened a crack.

Arenas had already jumped onto the court and hugged Shentong.

Wharton kept rubbing Shentong's head with an excited expression on his face.

Look at Woods again.

Like a clay sculpture, it reveals its lonely back in the sunset.

Actually got in!

I didn't see the whole process, but Jefferson rushed into the court with excitement, jumped up, and rode on Arenas' head...

Three consecutive three-pointers.

STO's surprising performance lit the Wildcats' fuse in advance.

Although he has always been on the fringes of the team and rarely has the opportunity to play, Shentong, who has always been conscientious in his work, has a good relationship with everyone. Therefore, his teammates were surprised by Shentong's explosive performance just now, but they were also happy for this big boy.

"You brat, when did you learn this skill?" Jefferson excitedly wrapped his arms around Shentong's neck, completely forgetting about the twisted face of Arenas under his butt.

...

The game is not over yet.

At Woods' strong request, the training session continued.

Shentong received special care from the blue team, and Laursen never left Shentong.

This kind of special man-marking treatment was something Shentong could only enjoy on domestic wild courts before.

Without STO's amazing performance, and with Woods holding back his energy and wreaking havoc in the paint, the blue team quickly evened out the point difference and established an advantage on the field.

With 15 seconds left in the game, the blue team leads the red team by 2 points 44-42.

The red team has the ball.

Wharton took on the heavy responsibility of the final attack.

But Walton broke into the penalty area for a layup, and was slapped by Woods and hit the backboard.

The rebounded ball was held in Woods' arms.

There are 8 seconds left.

The blue team wins!

However...

Woods threw the ball back to the red team.

To be more precise, it was thrown into the hands of STO.

At Woods's signal, all the members of the blue team pulled away, and it became a one-on-one situation between Woods and Shentong.

Everyone knows that Woods wants to get back on track.

"I just don't believe in evil," Woods said angrily.

In the face of provocation, STO showed no fear.

Arenas and Jefferson lowered their whistles.

This is no longer a training match, this is a one-on-one duel.

Jefferson looked at the stopwatch in his hand, there were still 5 seconds left.

Shentong dribbled the ball twice from the outside, and Woods defended closely against his opponent.

There is no room for action.

With 3 seconds left on the clock, Shentong suddenly dribbled the ball and broke through.

In everyone's opinion, this is the best choice.

It is impossible to shoot a three-pointer when the defense is close.

Using small players to defeat big players, breakthrough layups are the best option, even if the opponent is Loren Woods, who is tall and has long arms.

In 3 seconds, STO started to break through.

2 seconds later, STO suddenly stopped.

1 second later, Shentong took a step back.

Almost at the same time as time expired, Shentong, who used his step back to create space, threw the ball into Woods' big hand.

The ball almost flew out of Woods' fingertips.

"My body is already crooked. This ball can't be made." Woods looked back at the basket.

Although he felt that it was very difficult to hit the ball, Woods' heart could not stop shaking.

panic!

"brush"

Not only did it hit, but it passed through the net hollowly.

Crisp.

Not a trace of sloppiness.

Jefferson checked the time and blew the whistle to end the game.

The red team relied on Shentong's three-pointer to dramatically defeat the blue team that should have won.

Before Shentong could react, he was already pushed to the bottom by his teammates like a stack of arhats.

Arenas at the top was sitting on Jefferson's back, shaking his butt vigorously.

The feeling of revenge is quite refreshing.

Woods, who had witnessed the miracle, turned around and his frown suddenly relaxed.

Then.

Woods laughed.
Chapter completed!