Silently Writing

Chapter 24 I Can't Keep Up With Myself

Having mastered the "divine skill," Su Feng and Kobe had driven their teammates crazy these past two days.

To test the power of the "Sam Gaud," Su Feng and Kobe naturally found all sorts of reasons to beat up on their teammates after training these past few days.

Even without special skill buffs, Su Feng also wanted to improve his ball-handling offensive skills.

As for Kobe, he wanted to take his breakthrough skills to the next level.

Of course, the reason Su Feng and Kobe were looking for teammates to practice on was purely because they defended each other too well in one-on-one situations, making it impossible to demonstrate the power of this move.

After all, Kobe wasn't "Iron Shadow" yet, and Su Feng's dribbling breakthrough ability was also limited.

Therefore, let's mourn for the players of Lower Merion for three minutes.

Because for a long time to come, they would suffer from – "Death Stare x2".

Double the pleasure!



The 14th was the game day between Lower Merion and Chester High School.

This was Lower Merion's last friendly match before the Pennsylvania High School Basketball League began.

Still at Lower Merion's home court.

Inside the basketball hall, after watching Tina Lucas lead a group of muscular women through their opening dance, for some reason, Su Feng felt that even the benches on his own bench looked pretty good...

"Could this be the real reason Kobe was so addicted to basketball in high school?" Su Feng wondered with a shudder.

After the cheerleaders' opening dance, while warming up, Su Feng paid special attention to the players from Chester High School.

After all, they were the opponents who had blocked Kobe's basketball dreams in his previous life, so Su Feng felt they were worth paying attention to.

'According to Drew Donner, all the starters on this team are seniors.

That means they're basically at the peak of their high school basketball careers.' Su Feng thought.

Unlike the previous game against Ridley High School, as the friendly matches between high schools in Pennsylvania increased, so did the intelligence on each strong basketball school.

'So... just how weak is Naismith Hall? Apparently, it's not even worth collecting intelligence on...'

Su Feng still remembered that when they played against Ridley High School, Ridley High School suffered a great loss because they knew nothing about their strength.

But today, that kind of situation was obviously impossible.

Because Su Feng noticed that when he was warming up, the players from Chester High School kept glancing at him.

Su Feng wasn't stupid, he knew it wasn't because he was handsome that everyone was staring at him.

Well...

In Su Feng's opinion, it must be because he was too handsome, so others could only stare at him.

"Achoo—!" After sneezing, Su Feng felt for some reason that someone was saying behind his back that he should chew two cephalosporins or peanuts...



On the court, after warming up, the starters from both teams successively stepped onto the court.

Lower Merion's starting lineup today was still Lassman, Stewart, Su Feng, Kobe, and Swartz.

"Su, that's Chester's ace." Before the game started, Kobe suddenly pointed at Chester's number 10 and said to Su Feng.

"..."

Another ace!

Are you really treating me like a tool?

Su - Defensive Tool - Feng!

Although he really wanted to say to Kobe, 'You're my Pippen', at this moment, Su Feng still obediently and cutely nodded, "Keep talking, Kobe."

"His name is Demarcus, he's good at dribbling, but I felt his shooting wasn't very accurate when we played against him last year," Kobe said, patting Su Feng on the shoulder.

Breakthrough type?

Su Feng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, perfect for testing the results of his special training.

"By the way, he's easily impulsive, and after he gets impulsive, his style of play is very individual and he doesn't like to pass the ball," Kobe added after thinking for a moment.

For some reason, Su Feng felt like Kobe was talking about himself, but after all, Su Feng and Kobe had an unbreakable friendship in this life, so Su Feng resisted the urge to complain and continued to nod.

"I'm counting on you, defensive expert," Kobe said with a smile.

"..."

Kobe, why do I always feel like you're saying, 'I'm counting on you, my Pippen'?

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"Oh my god, this shot is so imaginative!" Duke University scout Wesley exclaimed.

"Did you get it, did you get it?" Markson, a reporter for *The Philadelphia Evening Post*, said while putting down his camera and looking at his colleague Mills.

"Got it, got it, you should have gotten it too, right?" said Mills of *The Philadelphia Record*.

"Hehe, got it, alas, if you hadn't gotten it, this would have been an exclusive photo," Markson said sadly.

"Tch, you old bastard, you always steal my position when I interview the 76ers games, and do you think I don't know? Even if you didn't get it, you'd still ask Lower Merion's assistant coach for a copy of the video," Mills sneered.

Let's put aside the mutual tearing between Mills and Markson for now.

On the court, while retreating, Su Feng once again fell into deep thought.

"Although this shot was very beautiful, it's the effect I wanted...

But, now even such a difficult dribbling shot can't stop me anymore?

My shooting is just too accurate...

This life, I'm afraid it's impossible to live!" Su Feng thought with emotion.

And Kobe, who had originally come to bump chests with Su Feng to celebrate, was also stunned after seeing Su Feng's expression.

"As expected of Su... Yes, although this shot was very beautiful, but thinking about it the other way around, isn't it just a three-pointer?

Su must be thinking about how to open up the situation next, it must be like this!" For some reason, at this moment, Su Feng became more and more tall, great, and radiant in Kobe's heart.

There's no way, it's still that paradox.

If he wanted to get iron-striking points, Su Feng's shooting practice could only be more than others, not less than others.

And if he wanted to get unlimited iron-striking rights, Su Feng had to prove that he was qualified to strike iron.

So Su Feng felt...

It was time to add skills with a difficulty of 3.6, like drifting shots after receiving the ball, to his arsenal.

And what about fadeaway three-pointers.

Alas...

"It's not that I'm not diligent!"

"It's... I can't keep up with my own pace of progress!"