บท 3: Chapter 2 Second Life_2
The group of Little Black Men were playing with exuberance, and Lin Kaiwen was a bit timid, "Ah Fei, how about we just call it a day? You want to join the basketball team, right? Why don't you just go directly to the coach?"
But Yu Fei ignored Lin Kaiwen's advice and walked straight onto the court, saying to the tallest Black man who was dominating the half-court, "Can we form a team?"
The scene was incredibly quiet.
Lin Kaiwen hid behind Yu Fei, and for the first time in his life, he felt thankful for his small stature.
The tallest Black man was the school basketball team's upcoming captain, Anthony Lawson, who, like Yu Fei, was a junior.
Almost everyone in K-M knew Yu Fei.
Some might not know his name, but they all knew him as the "tallest guy in school."
When Lawson turned his head, Yu Fei barely suppressed a laugh.
He looked like a taller version of the goiter-affected Black internet sensation Speed, with larger nostrils, thicker lips, and a more menacing gaze.
"What did you say?" Lawson did not look very amiable.
Yu Fei kept calm and raised his voice slightly, "Can my friend and I form a team and join you?"
"Fulai, forget it, didn't you choose volleyball at first because you were afraid of the collisions on the basketball court? Big Tony is going to kill you!"
This was the first time Yu Fei felt like he was the protagonist of a story.
This was it: being looked down upon and then having some jumpin' jack jeer at him.
Yu Fei knew that guy, a former teammate from the volleyball team, a short Black man named Donnie.
However, today Yu Fei wanted to prove that there could only be one Tony in this world, and that was Mr. Tony Damu, who had just started his professional career.
Unless Anthony Lawson could perform the heaven-defying feat of cheating on his elder who introduced him to the profession, despite ruling over thousands of women, he shouldn't be called Big Tony.
"Yes, I've spent years reflecting, and now I've thought it through, I want to play basketball." Yu Fei's next words scared little Lin Kaiwen's courage away, "If I can beat you, I'll consider joining the basketball team."
Lawson's boys started to get angry.
"Big Tony is not someone you, a soft egg, can challenge!"
"Big Tony will smash your chopstick legs!"
"Tony, no need for you to act, I'll teach him a lesson for you!"
Just as Lin Kaiwen was preparing to sneak away with Yu Fei, Lawson waved his hand, "You can pick anyone to join your team, and then we can start."
"Just a warning though, basketball is not some non-contact, sissy sport like volleyball."
Yu Fei sent Lin Kaiwen to choose a teammate and said to Lawson, "Can I warm up a bit?"
Lawson tossed the ball over to Yu Fei.
Lin Kaiwen didn't choose any of the Black men present; instead, he went outside the gym, while Yu Fei began dribbling the ball on his own.
Even as he was just showing off his dribbling skills in place, many were looking at him with newfound respect.
This was not something a person without a solid basketball foundation could achieve.
Watching Yu Fei continuously going in front, between his legs, behind his back, cross over, and variate within a small area, Selvan couldn't help but draw closer.
Selvan was surprised by Yu Fei's coordination. Even big guys with good fundamentals, when performing these moves, would look choppy and awkward.
But that feeling wasn't there with Yu Fei.
Selvan couldn't help but recall, who was the last big man he'd seen do this.
Kevin Garnett? Seemed a bit off.
Larry Johnson? Too short.
Magic Johnson? Not quite.
Finally, the edges of memory led him to the answer—Lamar Odom!
Selvan wouldn't rush to compare Yu Fei with Odom just based on a dribbling showcase.
After all, Yu Fei had never before appeared in the school basketball arena; how could he suddenly have such superb skills? If all he knew was dribbling, that still made sense.
After all, dribbling, the basic of basics, could be practiced anywhere.
In fact, Yu Fei himself was more surprised than the onlookers.
He hadn't seen big guys before.
In his previous life, he had often encountered tall players in amateur games, but they were either sluggish, technically crude, or uncoordinated.
In half a century of China's basketball history, only two players had become legends in their youth due to possessing a flexibility, coordination, and skill set that belied their size.
One was Wang Zhizhi and the other was Zhou Qi.
However, Yu Fei had also met a terrifying giant at Naiga, who cast a shadow over him—Yang Hanshen from Zibo No. 11 High School.
Of course, compared to Wang and Zhou, Yang Hanshen's agility tended toward the traditional center, but Yu Fei believed his future was limitless. Unfortunately, he wouldn't see it.
Returning to himself, Yu Fei found that his past life's skills and instincts had not faded and could be fully displayed in his new body, and even due to his height and wingspan, he was able to perform Durant-like big front-crossovers.
After a while, Lin Kaiwen walked in with a nerdy-looking, bespectacled white boy.
Seeing Lin Kaiwen's companion, the contemptuous Little Black Men present burst into laughter.
"Everyone's here, let's get started then."
Lawson looked eager to defend his right as the next captain of the Royal Team.
Meanwhile, Lin Kaiwen said to Yu Fei, "Ah Fei, did we bite off more than we can chew?"
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