So I am the god of basketball?

Chapter 3 It turns out that gentlemen can also compete!

Black hair and yellow skin are indeed enough to attract hatred.

Especially when the group of people on the streets of Nashville saw that the content of the poster posted by Meng Lang was not about kung fu but shooting, they took out 10 knives with great arrogance. ——Meng Lang modified the challenge content and increased the challenge fee to 10 knives.

After all, they are college students and adults, and their spending power is at stake here. Just like a portion of fried rice noodles, it costs 18 at a roadside stall and 108 at a five-star hotel.
  Moreover, Durham is so big. When he enters Duke, his identity will be made public, and the business will definitely get worse. Just like the original Meng Lang who made a name for himself on the school team and became famous in the local area, he was challenged by anyone. It's reduced by more than half.

At most, he can just stand on the streets these days and make quick money.

Well, why does this statement seem so weird?

Fortunately, challengers come one after another, and even if it is only for a few days, the income should be considerable.

There were even more people watching the fun, and they quickly gathered into a circle.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle and endless discussion.

In the center of the circle, Meng Lang took the bouncing ball from under the basket and quickly ran back to the free throw line. Adjust slightly and throw the ball steadily.

The ball entered the basket and made an inaudible crisp sound.

"Shh!"

Another set of challenges is over.

He won!
  Only won one goal!
  This is what he did on purpose.

After setting up a stall for so many years, Meng Lang is well versed in "the art of cutting leeks."

No one will challenge an opponent that is impossible to beat. You have to give the challenger hope.

The ball went into the basket, and there was a cry of pity on the scene:

"The Chinese scored another goal!"

"Isn't this guy very unlucky? He challenged it four or five times, but he only missed one or two goals each time?"

"If I were him, I would be pissed off!"

"What I'm curious about now is, will he still challenge?"

"Actually, this Chinese guy is really bad at shooting. He's just lucky every time!"

……

Meng Lang listened to every word of the discussion, but turned a deaf ear to it. He walked up to the challenger and waved the green sword in his hand:

"Man, I'm sorry. This time, the goddess of luck is on my side again...are you still coming?"

The challenger is a black guy wearing toad glasses and an afro.

He heard everything the onlookers said.

His face was full of dissatisfaction.

At this moment, he raised his head slightly and looked at Meng Lang. ——He is 1 meters tall, which is already outstanding compared to ordinary people, but he still has to look up to meet Meng Lang's eyes.

A kind expression, and bright black eyes full of smiles.

It should be a breath of fresh air.

But the last rhetorical question, mixed with a hint of provocation, made the black guy even angrier.

What are you cow?
  He only scored one or two more goals than me every time!

"If I were lucky enough, I would have used your money to treat that bitch to a tomahawk steak!"

Meng Lang was noncommittal, the smile on his face unchanged.

I still can't believe it!

The black guy felt angry again, and unconsciously put his hand into his pocket, wanting to take out more money.

Meng Lang noticed this action and his smile became more standard, showing eight teeth.

He just likes the "leeks" that come to his head as soon as he gets excited!
  However, when the black man put his hand in his pocket, he found something lonely.

He took a total of $50 when he went out. ——This was already a "huge sum" in 92. A cup of espresso coffee and a donut flavored like Anthony's wife only cost $4. Meng Lang's lunch today only costs $3.

Now it's all turned into "challenge fees" and goes into the pocket of the Chinese man with a "cute" smile in front of him.

Damn!
  "Just wait for me. If you can, don't leave. I'll come back to find you tomorrow!"

He didn't mind the $50.

It’s really not bad for money
  Meng Lang just noticed his Duke University student ID card.

During this period, blacks who were able to attend Duke University and were active on the South Campus generally had well-to-do families.

After failing several challenges in a row, he still refuses to give up and run away, not to mention, he is either living well or betting on dogs.

Rich fellows are worthy of these three melons and two dates;

Betting on dogs...

Haha ~ I must die!

"Then remember to come early tomorrow, and...bring more money, you can always win!" Meng Lang was very reluctant to give up.

It's a pity that the black guy didn't hear his reluctance, but felt full of ridicule. He originally felt that he was aggrieved by losing, but when he heard this, he immediately became anxious: "If you have the ability, just wait here. I will withdraw the money right away and kill you!"

Eh?
  Is "leek"'s temper so bad now?

Really, I deserve the big profit I made today!
  Meng Lang was not worried that he would lose. After five challenges, he had already figured out the ability of this black guy: he had some strength, but not much. The probability of him losing to a black guy is about the same as BTS beating Michael Jackson to win the Grammy.

"Wow, Grant Hill, it's Grant Hill!"

"OMG, why is he here?"

"Grant, can you give me an autograph of yours? My girlfriend wants to sleep with you!"

……

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers and automatically gave way to a passage.

She has an elegant and elegant face, a neat crew cut, and a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, as bright as the moonlight on the night of August 8th. The premise is that it doesn’t rain that day.

Some people are born gentlemen.

Just like this man who walked out of the cheers.

The just-concluded NCAA "March Madness" produced a classic scene comparable to Michael Jordan's "killing Georgetown": a player separated the opponent's layers of defense from almost two-thirds of the distance and passed the ball. He accurately delivered it to his teammate and assisted the latter to complete the winning goal.

The person who completed the shot was the all-American Christian Laettner.

The person who sent this pass that shocked everyone was Grant Hill, who caused the crowd to scream!

In the end, Duke successfully won the championship and became another team in the history of the NCAA to win "back-to-back" championships, officially joining the ranks of the NCAA's giants. "Old K" also became the top coach of the NCAA this summer.

As Laettner graduates from college this summer, he leaves Duke and heads to the NBA.

Naturally, Grant Hill took over the torch and became the new "Number One at Duke."

Such a big star suddenly appeared. The crowd exclaimed and became curious:
  What is he doing here?
  Is it possible...

"Grant, can you give this guy some color?"

There was a shout from the crowd.

As soon as these words came out, everyone had expectations in their eyes.

Duke University students, who doesn’t regard Laettner and Grant Hill as their idols and pride?

Now in the off-season, if you can't watch your idol play, it's good to watch him shoot. By the way, you can also watch the Asian lose 500 US dollars and feel deflated.

The Asian has already defeated nearly ten challengers, both white and black...

Duke, don't allow such arrogant Asians.

Even the black guy was not in a hurry to withdraw money.

He even imagined a big drama: his idol would help him get revenge, and in order to thank Grant Hill, he would treat him to a meal! If you have fun chatting, maybe some gay things will happen.

Who among the men, women, and children at Duke University wouldn’t want to have a go at it with Laettner or Hill!

Meng Lang felt a little excited when he saw Hill. After all, he was a star that he could only see on TV in the past. Now he was standing in front of him alive.

This feels a bit unrealistic.

However, he was already an old man before time travel, so he quickly calmed down.

Hill also looked at Meng Lang at this moment, and slowly walked in front of Meng Lang. His smile was still like the sunshine in spring, but the onlookers couldn't help but become more excited. They all seemed to smell the faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

"Man, can I challenge you?"

The crowd cheered for the hero.

Especially the black guy, who instantly showed his "fanboy face". Seeing how excited he was, I wanted to rush up to Hill and let Hill kiss and hug him.

Meng Lang's "good luck" made him sick, but he backed it up. He couldn't wait to see someone who could deal with him properly.

He believes Hill can definitely do it.

Didn't you see that the Asian man's expression turned bad?
  The other onlookers also noticed this and gave them joking looks. They were ready to give the Asian man sarcasm and ridicule after he refused, and then watched him run away in confusion.

Meng Lang really felt like he was being roasted on a fire.

It's not that I'm afraid of Grant Hill.

This guy is very strong, but as a time traveler, Meng Lang knows very well what his shooting ability was before he was seriously injured. But he is so well-known that if he wins over him, will he still be able to do this business?
  However, if you lose to him, you will have to pay 500 knives.

After setting up the stall for so long in the afternoon, Meng Lang only made 170 knives. It would take a day or two to earn back 5 knives. But how long can he set up the stall and do business in total?
  This damn future teammate, what should I do with you?
  Hill's temperament is very good, but at this moment, Meng Lang feels that they will not be good brothers at Duke in the future, and they will not be able to play "brotherly basketball".

His silence caused some commotion in the crowd.

Some people couldn't help but boo.

Hill looked at the troubled Meng Lang, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "Man, I'm not here to cause trouble, I just happened to see it, thought it was interesting, and wanted to give it a try."

To others, Meng Lang would definitely think that this guy was a "green tea bitch". But from what Hill said, Thaksin believes that this guy is a gentleman recognized by the league.

But such words cannot solve the problem, and will only make the "melon-eating masses" more restless.

Looking at Hill carefully, he saw a Versace T-shirt, Givenchy pants, and a pair of Nike sneakers. It was a simple outfit that wouldn't cost more than $5.

Hill's family conditions are indeed very good.

Meng Lang also had an idea in his mind and said: "Grant Hill, I know you, you can challenge, but your challenge fee must be increased to 5 dollars!"

"Accordingly, if I lose, I can give you 2 knives."

The crowd that was about to start mocking when they heard that Meng Lang increased the challenge fee suddenly froze, and everyone looked incredulous.

Someone screamed strangely: "Is this guy increasing the challenge fee because he is afraid that after he wins Grant, no one will challenge him again?"

He was obviously standing on the second floor.

Some people who were still thinking on the first level had weird expressions when they heard this. Some people didn't know, they thought they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

However, if Meng Lang really thought so, then to them, it would be no different than seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

Who is Hill?

This year’s College Athlete of the Year!
  He is an NCAA supernova who led Duke to the championship for two consecutive years as a core member as soon as he entered college.

He is one of the top players in the NCAA currently.

Since Meng Lang knew that he was Grant Hill, he still dared to think so, he...

How dare you?
  Grant Hill also heard the strange scream. His companion wanted to say something to Meng Lang, but he already nodded: "Okay, but even if I win, I only need you to give me 5 dollars!"

This is Grant Hill.

Forever a gentleman!
  How could other brainless black players, standing at his height, be so calm in the face of Meng Lang's provocation.

Meng Lang agreed without hesitation.

because of him……

No gentlemanly character!
  The opponent is Grant Hill.

Although he knew that shooting was not his strong point, Meng Lang had the possibility of losing. Since there was a safe way out, he had no reason to refuse just for the sake of a quick talk.

For him now, 2 dollars is a huge amount of money that can kill his life.

After the discussion was over, Meng Lang threw the ball to Hill.

As the crowd cheered, Hill also began his challenge.

Even though he had bet $5, he still looked relaxed and had no intention of winning the challenge. As he said, he just saw it and found it interesting and wanted to challenge it.

In fact, it wasn't him who found it interesting, but the companion standing next to him who was yelling and clapping wildly.

His rhythm was very good, and he performed "self-shooting and self-grabbing" again and again unhurriedly. When the 2 minutes were about to expire, he had completed 25 shots.

The final score was 25 out of 21 shots!
  In the absence of a warm-up, there was still a time limit of 25 "self-investing and self-grabbing". Sure enough, Lu Xun was not talking nonsense. Don't use your hobbies to challenge other people's careers, unless the other party is the Chinese men's football team.

Shooting is indeed not Hill's strong suit, but this performance is already at the top level among ordinary basketball enthusiasts.

The onlookers "melon-eating crowd" burst into loud cheers.

In their opinion, Hill is sure to win!
  Because Meng Lang's best result so far is only 25 of 20 shots.

The black guy's face was full of joy, and the smile on his face was like chocolate melting. As expected of his "giegie", it's really great!
  But when Meng Lang took action, the smile on his face slowly solidified and turned into a weird expression, as if he was pooping hard but couldn't get it out.

As his smile solidified, the voices in the crowd slowly became smaller, until finally, there was silence.

Meng Lang made 25 of 22 shots!
  He beat Grant Hill!

Winning only one goal again...

This!
  The onlookers wanted to continue saying that Meng Lang was just lucky.

But, he won against Grant Hill.

Is this really luck?
  "Man, I'm sorry. This time, the goddess of luck is on my side...are you still coming?"

Holding the ball, Meng Lang walked towards Hill.

The two people stood face to face, with smiles on their faces. It just fell into the eyes of the "melon-eating masses". Hill's smile made them feel comfortable, but the Asian's smile made them feel that "the smile hides a knife", which is very painful.

Especially this black guy, that's not a good feeling.

What Meng Lang said to Hill was exactly what he had just said to him.

"Then let's do it again!"

Hill's answer made Meng Lang a little stunned.

This was something he didn't expect.

It turns out that gentlemen can also compete!

The crowd cheered again.

Amid the cheers, Hill's expression became more serious than before.

With a hot hand, his results this time were even more impressive. He made 2 free throws out of 25 in 24 minutes!
  Only one was lost!
  I’ll definitely win this time!
  The cheers on the sidelines were even louder.

They didn't believe that Meng Lang's luck could be so good this time!

Hit all 25 shots?
  Impossible, absolutely impossible!
  Hill was also very satisfied with his performance and signaled to Meng Lang: "Man, it's your turn!"

only……

The scene that happened next made their jaws drop with shock. Even Hill was a little dazed, and then a strange look appeared in his eyes.

Meng Lang made 25 shots, all of them!

"OMG!"

"Oh, God!"

"WTF?!"

The onlookers were dumbfounded. At this moment, they still didn't understand that the "Chinese meat weapon" in front of them, which they thought was being slaughtered by others, was actually a "big BOSS" hidden by shooting.

Some of the people who were about to make a move couldn't help but secretly rejoice that they had managed to hold back, and looked at the black man with a bit more ridicule.

"I did have some good luck today! Are you still here, the best college athlete in the United States?"

Hill didn't respond this time, just smiled and praised: "Man, you are great!"

He took out his checkbook and signed a check for one thousand dollars to Meng Lang.

Not coming?

pity!

However, this willingness to admit defeat does not have the slightest hint of coyness~
  He truly deserves to be his future teammate.

Meng Lang suddenly felt that in the future they could become the best brothers and play "brotherly basketball" well.

"Man, can you play basketball?" Grant Hill asked again. He had been observing Meng Lang just now, and he was definitely suspicious. He couldn't be just an ordinary basketball enthusiast.

After Meng Lang checked the check, he put it away happily, and nodded in response to Hill's question: "Yes."

"Are you a freshman at Duke? Do you know that the Blue Devils are having freshman workouts these days?"

What words?

What is this called? This is called!

When Hill spoke next, Meng Lang didn't react at all, but the crowd exploded first, and the black guy looked at it with an expression of disbelief.

Even though this guy beat Hill twice, it was a bit more than he expected.

But he never thought that this guy could enter the Blue Devils?

What does he have?

Isn't it a high point?
  Isn't it just a little muscular?
  Isn’t it just about shooting on time?
  But he is Asian!
  Asian, can he play basketball?

Among the onlookers, there were many who had similar thoughts. Meng Lang heard their reactions clearly, but he had no reaction.

Prejudice is a big mountain, and he believes he has the ability to remove it.

Duke is so big, and the people who are questioning him now will also be the ones who kneel down and lick him in the future.

They are like the embodiment of the "keyboard warriors" on the Internet in the future. If he has to argue endlessly with every such "keyboard warrior", then he will only be an "old 1.5" in the future.

As a human being, you must clearly distinguish which ones you want to hit hard, and which ones you should just treat as a barking wild dog on the roadside and ignore them.

(End of this chapter)