Chapter 16

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"The game has finally started."

After Yang Mo landed, he closed his eyes and silently recited a line in his heart, then quickly turned and ran back to the half-court.

For Yang Mo, tonight was the first step on his basketball stage. The previous matches might not even count as appetizers.

At the same time, Zhou Yiyi, sitting in the stands, cheered excitedly, constantly shouting Yang Mo's name. After a while, she didn't forget to say to her father, "Dad, wasn't that a beautiful play just now?"

Zhou Wenhai's face was dark. The better Yang Mo played, the more unhappy he became. He was deeply opposed to his daughter being associated with a basketball player. If this got out, it would be a great embarrassment for him.

At this moment, the game's defense and offense had already reached the half-court. ** was pushed to the ground by Yang Mo's back-to-back play, feeling very不服气 (unconvinced). He was known for his strength, and although he was a bit older now, he still had a lot of power. Being knocked down by an unknown small player, how could he swallow this humiliation?

So, ** returned to the half-court and positioned himself to cut off Yang Mo and reach for the ball.

With this positioning, Yang Mo pushed hard. The two forces collided, and ** immediately had a rough idea of Yang Mo's strength, which surprised him greatly. He couldn't gain any advantage, and he was even a bit unsteady. If it weren't for his height and weight, he would have been pushed away long ago.

**'s strength had always been top-notch in the country. In the CBA, only Tang Zhengdong of the Jiangsu team could match him. Now, out of nowhere, an unknown young player had emerged, and he was so strong.

** reached for the ball, and Liu Wei quickly passed it over. Everyone on the court knew that ** wanted to regain his dignity, so they all spread out, letting the two of them go one-on-one.

Just as the basketball was about to be caught by **, Yang Mo suddenly turned and quickly moved in front of **... *Slap!*

The old ** hadn't reacted yet when the basketball, which was right in front of him, was suddenly intercepted. Then he saw Yang Mo dart out, dribbling the ball that originally belonged to him and sprinting towards the front court.

** hurriedly chased after him, but he was old, and his speed was not fast. After a few steps, Yang Mo had already crossed the half-court. Seeing his teammates already back in defense, he stopped, supported his knees with both hands, and panted heavily. Watching Yang Mo run like the wind, he shook his head helplessly and said with a touch of sadness, "I'm old, I can't deny it."

After Yang Mo dribbled the ball and sprinted past the half-court, Liu Wei and Yi Li immediately surrounded him. He quickly passed the ball to Harris on the left side with a bounce pass. Once Harris received the ball and drew the defensive attention, he suddenly accelerated and charged into the key.

Harris, in perfect sync, lobbed the ball high. Yang Mo, seeing the basketball flying towards him, leaped up and caught the ball in mid-air, slamming it down with force... *Boom!*

Yang Mo's powerful alley-oop drew a chorus of gasps from the crowd. This was a top-five play in the NBA. From the steal to the fast break and the alley-oop, it was smooth and fluid like mercury.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Yang Mo jumped back to the ground with a defiant look, pointing at the ceiling of the gym and shouting wildly, "No one can stop me!"

Yang Mo's defiant shout was extremely arrogant, but it drew a series of gasps from the audience.

They loved such arrogant players. Basketball is a passionate sport; without arrogance, how could it be called a young man's game?

Compared to the 'boiling a frog in warm water' style of Chinese players, Yang Mo's style was naturally more appealing.

Powell, on the sidelines, was trembling with excitement. He kept writing lines in his notebook: "Agile footwork, excellent wingspan, sharp judgment, strong fast-break awareness. And most importantly, a dominant playing style." He heavily marked this last point with three asterisks.

Sometimes, the line between a star player and an ordinary player isn't skill, but style. A dominant, tough player can bring an infinite chemical reaction to a team, and every team needs such a player to stabilize the morale. Unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer of these players in today's league.

At this moment, in the heart of the die-hard Heat fan Powell, he was already imagining the scene of Yang Mo playing alongside Dwyane Wade. The Heat's frontcourt desperately needed such a tough player.

He quickly turned on his DV camera, eager to record the game and quickly send it to Mr. Pat Riley, to let him know just how good this kid was.

"Dad, Dad, did you see that? He dunked again!" Zhou Yiyi, excited, tugged at Zhou Wenhai's sleeve.

Zhou Wenhai's face was grim, but he forced a smile and said, "I saw it."

"Wasn't that amazing?" Zhou Yiyi quickly asked, eager for her father's recognition of Yang Mo.

But Zhou Wenhai had never wanted Yang Mo to be with Zhou Yiyi. No matter how good Yang Mo was at basketball, he wouldn't change his mind. He just said, "Amazing."

Seeing her father praise Yang Mo, Zhou Yiyi was even happier.

At this moment, the game had already resumed. The Mingyang team brought the ball to the front court. When Liu Wei passed the ball horizontally, it was a bit too far, and the quick-eyed Harris directly intercepted it. After the interception, Harris quickly launched a fast break, and Yang Mo followed. These two had the best fast-break awareness on the Jinding team. The other three players hadn't even figured out what was happening when the two had already crossed the half-court.

After crossing the half-court, the defenders immediately surrounded Harris. Harris quickly passed the ball to Yang Mo. When Yang Mo received the ball, he was already just outside the three-point line. Without any hesitation, he jumped up... *Swish!*

The basketball went through the net cleanly and crisply.

As the basketball went through the net, Yang Mo maintained his shooting pose, and the crowd erupted in cheers. At this moment, the audience's emotions had been completely stirred up by Yang Mo. In less than a minute, Yang Mo had turned all 3,000 spectators into his fans.

This is what is called court presence.

As long as Yang Mo was on the court, he had countless ways to ignite the entire arena, whether through scoring or defense. This presence is hard to explain, but it truly exists. Just like Michael Jordan, no matter how many points his team was behind, as long as he was on the court, the fans would never lose hope. This is something innate, and Yang Mo has it.

"My touch is back."

Yang Mo forcefully swung his fist, his excitement reaching its peak. His touch had returned just when he needed it most.

"Born shooter, perfect!"

Powell, excited, quickly wrote this line in his notebook. He loved Yang Mo so much. He had never expected to find such a talent. He couldn't wait to see Yang Mo in a Miami jersey.

This guy could not only hold his ground in the paint on defense but also hit three-pointers on offense. Wasn't this exactly what Dwyane Wade needed? The two of them would surely have a wonderful chemistry, and they might just be the next Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen.

"Dad..." Seeing Yang Mo hit another three-pointer, Zhou Yiyi was excited and wanted to say something to her father, but Zhou Wenhai had already stood up and walked towards the restroom.

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