Champion Creed
Chapter 229 - 229 106 The Feeling of Being a Farmer Thanks to the generous 8200 reward from the prominent Badou Caichangqing!_3

229: 106: The Feeling of Being a Farmer (Thanks to the generous 8200 reward from the prominent Badou Caichangqing!)_3 229: 106: The Feeling of Being a Farmer (Thanks to the generous 8200 reward from the prominent Badou Caichangqing!)_3 Andrae was relieved he hadn’t planned to enter the ’96 draft, as he probably wouldn’t even make it to the second round.

Starkhouse’s face showed he was struggling to maintain his composure as he passed the ball forcefully to Kobe, ready to get serious, “Good luck won’t be with you forever, kid.”

In the second play, Starkhouse didn’t stick as close, knowing that the player in jersey number 33 from Lower Merion High School wasn’t intimidated by his physical challenge.

So, he couldn’t afford to guard too closely, giving Kobe no chance to break away easily.

Seeing this, Kobe started to the right, and as Starkhouse also moved, the number 33 from Lower Merion suddenly swung the ball wide to the left.

Starkhouse felt immense pressure on his ankles, and his body seemed glued to the spot.

A very pretty crossover.

Kobe cleanly passed Starkhouse, then scored with an explosive one-handed slam dunk!

The reporters started to whisper among themselves, and Michael Cooper watched, his eyes wide open.

The former Defensive Player of the Year thought, “Damn, if that was me, I might have been passed too!”

Off the court, Andrae clenched his toes; he truly felt embarrassed for Starkhouse.

Luckily, on the next possession, Kobe’s aggressive shot induced by Starkhouse’s rough defense clanked off iron, preventing the high schooler’s show from continuing.

With the ball in his possession, Starkhouse managed a quick stop-and-jump shot to regain a bit of face.

“Game’s over, you little punk.

I hate you kids always trying to step up!” Starkhouse waved his finger at Kobe.

In the ensuing play, the pride of Philadelphia, in his burst off, was instantly stripped by Kobe!

Starkhouse screamed out, “That’s a foul!”

His only replies were Roger’s laughter and Kobe’s taunting.

“Really?” Kobe laughed, “Are you really starting to make excuses?”

Starkhouse was enraged, being scored on by a high school kid was one thing, but to be stopped by one was utterly humiliating.

He tried to get back at him, and in a moment of Kobe’s dash, Starkhouse too went for a steal.

But he was too hasty.

For all his career, Starkhouse had never been close to being known for “excellent defense”; like many young exuberant guards, he loved to gamble on steals.

Allen Iverson could gamble on steals and win Defensive Player awards, but for a good part of Starkhouse’s career, he averaged less than one steal per game.

Some gamble and win.

His gamble merely gave away.

Kobe glided effortlessly past the recklessly defending Starkhouse, stormed the paint with a 360° spin dunk.

3-to-1, Kobe needed two more baskets or one three-pointer to win.

The noise among the reporters at the sidelines grew louder.

“My God, if Roger’s student is this strong, what would happen if Jerry went up against Roger?

No way, Jerry doesn’t stand a chance!”

“The Philadelphia 76ers are probably petitioning the league office for a do-over, hahaha, they might as well have picked Antonio or Rasheed.”

“In the next year, Jerry will find out his popularity in Philadelphia isn’t even close to a high school player.”

Hearing all this, Starkhouse was furious.

No, there’s no way I could lose!

All these reporters, all these people, to lose to a high school kid?

Wouldn’t I be practically begging, utterly disgraceful like a bum!

Kobe continued the offense, initiating his final sprint, while Starkhouse quickly retreated to impede.

But in a flash, the accelerating Kobe pulled back under his legs, retreated beyond the three-point line and shot a long-range jumper.

Just as Starkhouse was about to block, he heard the “swish” of the ball.

Michael Cooper swallowed hard; it was the most outrageous one-on-one he had ever seen from a high schooler.

5-to-1, Kobe utterly crushed Starkhouse, and the game ended!

After finishing, Kobe didn’t even spare this year’s top pick a glance, but turned towards Roger, “You promised me, now it’s your turn.”

Roger was clapping with a smile; Kobe had performed even better than he had expected.

It was a perfect execution.

Also, he responded to Kobe, “After they leave, if you still want to, we’ll start.”

“Afraid of losing face?”

“Dear Mr.

Bean, believe me, I don’t want you to lose face.”

At that moment, a bunch of reporters frantically rushed onto the court.

Roger, Kobe, and Starkhouse were completely surrounded.

“Jerry, if you can’t even beat Roger’s student, where do you find the confidence to think you can beat Roger in a one-on-one?

Care to comment?”

“What happened?

Jerry, why did you lose so badly?”

“Hey, who gave you the courage to challenge Roger?”

Facing the incessant chattering of reporters, Starkhouse was left completely dumbfounded.

He had actually lost to a high school student, and this was going to be broadcast nationwide very soon.

What made it even worse, these were the reporters he himself had called!

He had hoped this event would be explosive, going around promoting today’s one-on-one.

Well, it was indeed explosive, blasting him into oblivion!

From now on, he’d shift from being the pride of Philadelphia to its embarrassment.

At this point, Roger approached Starkhouse, now that Kobe was done, it was time for him, the mastermind, to twist the knife.

In front of the cameras, Roger patted Starkhouse on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, Jerry, you can tell others that you scored once on my student.

You didn’t get completely dominated.

Remember, show a little respect to the FMVP next time!

I don’t even need to step in to deal with trash like you!”