Chapter 68 - Pick-up

Jinyuan Road, community court.

This court is a bit bigger than the Court on Nantong Street. There are two full sized courts. They have all painted floors, tempered glass baskets, lights at night, and stands around them. In the distance, there are flowers and trees, and the environment is better. There are a lot of courts on Nantong Street.

Of course, there are many more people.

"Who is the best in this Court?"

A voice suddenly sounded, causing everyone to stop their movements.

People looked at it, but they saw a boy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, less than 1.8 meters tall, smiling very brightly, standing outside the court, holding a basketball in his hand, looking at them.

"What does this kid want?"

"Is he here to pick the field?"

"Hey, his picking the field, it's just like delivering the food (It's a snack)."

Some people sneered and didn't care.

Not to mention a fifteen or sixteen-year-old student, even a college student, or an adult dare not come to this court to pick a field. The Jinyuan Road Court is well-known throughout the North District with many famous people and many masters.

It was not that no one came to pick the field before, but they all failed.

Nowadays, there are still several jerseys hanging on the fence outside the Court. It's not like Qin Hao who captured several jerseys at a time on Nantong Street. A jersey here only represents one person, and it also represents the story of picking field. A few jerseys represent a few times.

After just a few times, no one came to pick the field.

After all, everyone is not a fool. Knowing that the court of Jinyuan Road is not easy to mess with, many people have already tried and failed, and most people will not come and find it uncomfortable. What a shame if you lose.

So it's been a long time since one has come to pick the field. What's more, this is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old middle school student. Isn't this coming for fun?

"Who is the best in this Court?" The middle school student said again, and said directly: "I'm here to pick the court."

"Oh..."

The people were in an uproar, and then they laughed.

This is really to pick the field, not to be funny?

This middle school student is naturally Qin Hao. After the incident on Nantong Street, Qin Hao returned to the old court to train, but after that incident, Qin Hao decided to go to other courts after training. Of course, he didn't want to occupy the court like the man in hair bun, but he just wanted to play a good player on the block.

Isn't there a saying called "the master is in the folk"?

In fact, before coming to the Court of Jinyuan Road, Qin Hao had already gone to several community Courts such as Longwan Street, Pu Caoyuan, Qingshui Park, etc. Although not every time he swept his opponent 10:0, he picked all of them several times. After winning, he left directly after each victory and said that he would not come again in the future.

When someone asked his name, he only gave it a codename-No.2.

Well, this is completely Qin Hao's personal evil taste, anyway, he used the codename once, and he is too lazy to change it, just use it a few more times.

"Are you sure, you want to pick a field?" A burly young man in a red jersey, one meter and eighty-five meters tall, who was in his twenties, appeared more and more.

"Of course." Qin Hao nodded, "I'm serious." In order to increase persuasiveness, Qin Hao added: "In fact, I have picked several courses in the past few days. Longwan Street, Cattail Garden, Qingshui Park. ....."

Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the crowd.

Someone stared at Qin Hao and exclaimed: "Are you *No.2?"

"Who is number 2?"

"Don't you know?" Someone immediately explained: "Several courts have been picked these days, and they are all picked by the same person. No one knows his name. Only a code name is left, which is called' *No.2'."

"What!"

"He picked a few games by himself, hiss..."

After listening to other people's explanations, people couldn't help but breathe in a mouthful of air.

Nanwan Street, Cattail Garden, Qingshui Park, and Jinyuan Road, these places belong to the North District of Yuyang City, and the entire North District, these courses are very famous. Some people walked between several courts and naturally heard some news. They just looked at Qin Hao, but they still couldn't connect the "No.2" who picked several courts in a row with this young man.

Wearing a red jersey, the burly man's eyes also changed, and his tone became a little dignified. He asked: "Are you really No. 2?"

Qin Hao nodded and said with a smile: "It's just a code name. Since you know the name, you should know that I am not malicious. I just want to find someone to compare with, not to provoke, or to occupy the Court. After the game is over. I will leave and will never come again."

"Hey? Do you dare to fight?" Qin Hao looked at the red jersey, he had already seen that the red jersey had the final say.

"Why don't I dare?" The red jersey said with a smile: "The old rule is to play ten balls. But since you are here to compete, you don't have to mention the jerseys and other things."

"Okay." Qin Hao nodded, he thought so too.

Although it was here to pick the scene, firstly, the "No.2" was well-known, and secondly, Qin Hao just came to discuss, so the atmosphere was more harmonious, and people were all waiting for a good show with relish.

The Court was cleared out.

Qin Hao and the red jersey stood on the court, the red jersey threw the ball to Qin Hao, and said, "We treat our guest with courtesy, you can attack first."

"Okay." Qin Hao stood outside the three-point line and began to attack.

...

Nantong Street, basketball court.

Brother Xing, Ban Cuntou and others are there. The group of people is divided into several groups and they play three-on-three bullfights. Because there are more people and the personnel are more complicated, there are few people who play games. They are all three-on-three, and they can be divided. There are several groups, taking turns, and you can change to rest.

"Brother Xing." Ban Cuntou passed the ball to Brother Xing, shouting: "Shoot."

"Huh!" Brother Xing made a jump shot.

This ball was also a highlight, and it knocked down the opponent.

After another two rounds, Brother Xing and Ban Cuntou were also knocked down. They sat on the sidelines and gasped with mineral water.

"Cool." After taking a big sip of water, Ban Cuntou cried out strangely, and said: "Hey, the few people from the community have really never been here again."

"Yeah." Brother Xing nodded, and said: "Have you heard? That 'No.2' has been picking places everywhere these days, Nanwan Street, Cattail Garden, and Qingshui Park have all been picked by him." As he said, Brother Xing looked admired, "It's really strong. He has picked a few courses by himself and he hasn't lost."

Bancuntou was about to sigh. A 14-five-year-old boy suddenly ran over and shouted out of breath: "There is news of' 'No.2'. I heard that he went to Jinyuan Road Court. Zhao Denghu who challenged Jinyuan Road Court."

"What?" Ban Cuntou was surprised.

"Jinyuan Road Court, challenge Zhao Denghu?" Brother Xing jumped up and threw the mineral water bottle. "Fuck, there is a good show to watch. Walk around, hurry up to Jinyuan Road, If we're late. I can't see it anymore."

For a time, a dozen people left the Nantong Street Court and rushed to Jinyuan Road.