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Chapter 911 - 385. Top Scholar Candidates: Thanks to the Bad Kids!

Chapter 911: 385. Top Scholar Candidates: Thanks to the Bad Kids!

Mayo heard Zhang Yang’s surprised voice and felt underestimated, saying: "That’s right, it’s you!"

Zhang Yang glanced at the equally surprised Jordan, turned back to look at Mayo, and uncertainly asked: "Is it playing basketball or fighting? If it’s fighting, I can’t do that, I love peace."

Mayo’s face turned darker: "Of course it’s playing basketball!"

Zhang Yang said tactfully: "I’m really good at basketball, much better than I was 4 years ago."

Mayo said angrily: "Are you looking down on me?"

As the saying goes, once is an accident, twice is coincidence, but there’s no third time, Zhang Yang nodded and replied: "You guessed it."

Among the onlookers, Harden couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

Mayo turned and cast a fierce glare at Harden, then turned back, raised his chin at Zhang Yang, and said: "Dare to look down on me, I will make you regret it. I’ll ask you again, do you dare to take me on one-on-one?"

Zhang Yang didn’t say a word, removed the training outfit he was wearing outside, revealing a number 3 Bobcats jersey, and began warming up his body.

The trial players watching erupted in cheers at the sight.

The strongest high school student in history, the youngest scoring king in history, the youngest Finals MVP in history, the youngest All-NBA First Team member in history... Zhang Yang’s popularity in the student community was high, and almost every campus basketball player fantasized about making a mark in the NBA as quickly as Zhang Yang had.

Rose and Love huddled next to Harden and DeRozan.

Love, an acquaintance from Coach Lu’s training camp with the Compton 3 Kings, asked: "Do you guys think Mayo has a chance to beat Jack?"

DeRozan looked at Love with a "you’re crazy" expression and said: "There’s no chance, and it will be miserable."

Love: "Miserable?"

Rose also chimed in: "Mayo may not be as strong as Jack, but he’s not bad, it won’t be that bad, right?"

Except for Beasley, the top draft prospects participated in Jordan’s camp this year.

The basic tests began yesterday, similar to a combined trial, in a uniform environment, with the same trainer group, under the same standards, for team managements to see.

After the tests, Mayo challenged all the top predicted draft pick perimeter players, winning them all.

Including Rose, Harden, Eric Gordon, and DeRozan, a few of them lost to Mayo in one-on-one matchups.

In another half-year, after experiencing summer league and more targeted individual training, it would be hard to say whose strength would be greater. But for now, Mayo, still within his student years, was the top university basketball backcourt player.

It could even be said except for Beasley, no one in college basketball could match up with Mayo. The nickname "Super Jordan" was earned on the court.

In the eyes of Rose and Love, Mayo was such a super talent that he could immediately become a star in the NBA.

DeRozan didn’t want to talk to these two inexperienced people, and seeing this, Harden picked up the conversation: "You don’t understand Jack."

Rose: "What do you mean?"

Harden: "Jack, most of the time, is very generous, but on some things... he is very particular. From what I understand of him, seeing so many NBA executives here today, and with the draft two weeks away, having met Mayo 4 years ago, though not close, they know each other. Jack doesn’t want to affect Mayo’s draft stock; he’s already given Mayo two steps to back down, but Mayo didn’t appreciate it... On the court, Jack is a completely different person."

Rose and Love were curious and were about to ask what he meant by a different person when an extremely arrogant voice rang out...

"Rookie, since you’re asking for it, I’ll oblige!"

The two turned to look and saw that Zhang Yang no longer had the friendly demeanor from before, but was now at the peak of arrogance!

Mayo wasn’t afraid, retorting: "You’re all warmed up? Don’t use the excuse of not warming up enough if you lose later!"

Zhang Yang sneered and said: "No need to prepare for a one-on-one with you, I’ll show you that the so-called genius like you is as laughable as a frog in a well."

Mayo directly walked to the nearest half-court, asking: "Boston game, who’s starting with the ball?"

He stopped trash-talking; he had intended to provoke Zhang Yang, but ended up infuriated himself, not knowing how else to respond other than cursing. So, he decided to get straight to it and let his skills do the talking!

Zhang Yang waved at the trainer, caught the ball that was passed to him, walked to the three-point arc, and replied: "No need to fight for the first attack, you start, so you can’t say I’m bullying you."

With that, he tossed the ball to Mayo.

Mayo caught the ball and shut his mouth completely.

He didn’t refuse the first attack; in a one-on-one, the first attack had a significant advantage.

Facing Zhang Yang, who was already in a defensive stance a step inside the three-point line, Mayo crouched low, dribbling, then suddenly grabbed the ball and jumped...

Sneak attack! That’s right, Mayo was going for a sneak attack!

In a one-on-one, who cares about such things, as long as he scores, it’s a good play, and everyone will praise him, while the defender will be seen as a careless fool.

When he was dribbling, he felt the rhythm coming, the process of grabbing the ball, jumping, and lifting his hand all felt great.

Just as he excitedly launched the ball, it had just left his hand when it was slapped right back at him, flying past his ear! With a thud, it hit the floor!

The trial players watching erupted in cheers and screams!

Mayo stared in disbelief at Zhang Yang, who had just blocked him and landed in front of him; no way, his reaction was that fast?

Zhang Yang glanced at Mayo, turned and stood beside him.

He was highly focused, and when Mayo made the action of gathering the ball, he predicted that the opponent was going for a sneak attack, decisively lunging forward, managing to slap Mayo’s sudden three-pointer away at exactly the right moment.