bdsm-fiction Which part of Chapter 10 went wrong?
Which part of Chapter 10 went wrong?
Ford quickly squeezed in, sticking out his large rear end, using his larger size to gain a foothold.
Du Ze nudged him from behind, only to find that Ford's massive body was like a wall, impossible to budge.
It is clear that he is at a disadvantage in terms of both size and weight in physical confrontation.
Cornell coach Steve Donahue, standing on the sidelines, suddenly turned to look at Anderson not far away, as if trying to glean something from the old man's face.
As a result, he was disappointed.
Anderson just stared at Duze, who was desperately defending him on the court, without any extra expression on his face.
at last.
Ford got into position and the ball was passed in.
The moment Ford received the ball, the world changed in Duze's eyes.
Ford's every move seemed no different from usual, but he could clearly "see" what Ford's next move would be.
Or to be more precise, Ford's actions slowed down.
It's amazing, and it's also bizarre.
But it stirred Du Ze's heart.
next second.
coming.
Ford leaned back tentatively, then pivoted on his left foot, turned, and began to move.
It was at this moment.
Duze, who was tightly guarding Ford, suddenly turned to the side, stretched out his arm, and accurately slapped the ball.
Immediately afterwards, another hand came and tightened its grip.
He suddenly swung the weapon with all his might, and the snatch was completed.
Due to inertia, Ford stumbled and almost fell to the floor.
Duze, who got the ball, immediately passed it to Lawrence.
Then, head down, he sprinted towards the front of the field.
The steal came suddenly, catching everyone off guard. By the time everyone reacted, Du Ze had already taken two big steps, which meant that he didn't fall too far behind in the counterattack.
When Duze reached the three-point line in his own half of the court, he had already caught up with Lawrence, just one body length away.
Lawrence didn't stop at all. With a quick step to the left or right, he brushed past Dale, and there was no longer any flat ground in front of him.
Just as he was about to make a layup, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure that appeared beside him like the wind.
He was startled, turned around and saw it was Du Ze, and was completely stunned.
The player who made the steal in the paint area actually caught up?
Flash isn't that fast!
Du Ze didn't care what Lawrence thought; he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Here!"
How could he possibly miss such an opportunity to rack up points?
We definitely need to pay tribute to LeBron James.
Greatness needs no further explanation...
Upon hearing this, Lawrence instinctively tossed the ball into the air.
But as soon as the ball left his hand, he regretted it.
It wasn't that he regretted passing the ball to Du Ze, but rather that he suddenly realized how Du Ze, with his pitiful jumping ability, could possibly complete such a difficult alleyway.
This could easily turn into a mistake, like going out of bounds.
That's really... incredibly irresponsible.
He couldn't help but fall into deep self-blame.
And the next second.
Du Ze soared into the air, gliding past him like a flying man skimming close to the ground.
boom!
The loud slamming sound was deafening.
Lawrence was stunned again.
What's going on?
My good brother, can you jump like this now?
This isn't right.
Just the day before yesterday, they were performing a flying takeoff that failed, and the pathetic state they looked when they crashed is still vivid in my mind.
Why are you jumping so high right now...?
Something's not right. Twelve out of ten things are not right.
For a fleeting moment, he even began to doubt whether this was still his good brother.
But the facts are undeniable, leaving him no room for doubt or disbelief.
Even if you beat him to death, he would never have imagined that he actually guessed correctly.
Fortunately, Du Ze had shown some odd behavior when he played one-on-one with Carroll yesterday, so this incredible dunk was a bit easier for him to accept.
The DJ's furious voice stretched out: "From number 23, Du-Ze, a hurricane-like tomahawk dunk."
The roar of cheers from the crowd grew louder and louder.
Lisa in the stands was also stunned: "My God, is his impact really that powerful?"
His tone was equally filled with disbelief.
That soaring dunk was absolutely incredible; it was breathtaking.
Du Ze's jumping ability and physical strength during the rebound were already surprising, but not truly breathtaking. This was mainly because he jumped from a stationary position, which didn't have a particularly striking visual impact, and the stands were quite far away, making it less spectacular.
This time, Du Ze charged forward, the violent impact lifting him into the air, where he glided through the air.
During that process, time seemed to stand still, lasting for a full two seconds.
This visual effect, full of violent aesthetics, is quite shocking.
John's brow furrowed deeply, and he exclaimed repeatedly, "There's no reason! There's absolutely no reason! Such amazing athletic ability, how could I not have written it into my notes... How could that be?"
He had been observing Carroll for quite some time, and by all accounts, he should have discovered Duze's amazing athletic ability long ago.
But the result was that the person could not be found in the memo.
Lisa suddenly said, "Could it be that he wasn't playing at the time?"
John nodded: "Maybe."
He stared at Du Ze as he retreated, unable to snap out of his daze for a long time.
Lisa then asked, "Sir, what do you think of Duze's talent?"
John slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at him: "Absolutely top-notch athleticism, incredibly impactful."
Finally, he added, "It even reached a historical level."
Even though he was used to seeing geniuses who could fly and escape into the sky, he was still amazed when he saw Du Ze glide such a long distance.
Such athletic ability is extremely rare and would be considered outstanding even in the long history of sports.
This is the ultimate meaning of being historical.
Especially considering Du Ze's physique and height, his explosive power is all the more remarkable.
Lisa's eyes widened in shock: "I've followed you through twenty or thirty matches, and this is the first time you've given a player such high praise."
John had recovered from the shock and regained his composure: "In our line of work, we need to be realistic. It may look like this visually, but everything still depends on the actual physical test data."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "And most importantly, while physical talent is our primary consideration, it's actually just the most basic thing. We need to measure his performance on the field, the solidity of his fundamentals, and what he can actually do."
Being a genius is just the threshold to entering the NBA.
In the NBA, countless exceptionally talented young players ultimately squander their lives and achieve nothing.
There are many reasons, such as mentality, competitiveness, comprehension ability, learning ability, and sports intelligence.
There are countless factors that can influence a player's career, and many of them are invisible and intangible.
Those who ultimately succeed are all geniuses among geniuses.
Therefore, physical talent alone is far from enough.
And on the sidelines.
Cornell University's bench.
Head coach Donahue frowned and stared straight at Duze.
This weakest link in Missouri's lineup has already racked up 4 points, 1 rebound, and 1 steal in less than a minute of the game.
Something feels off here...
Wasn't this Asian center supposed to be only 203cm tall? And not particularly athletic?
Aside from their aggressive play, they don't have much else to offer.
What's wrong?
He spent half a day studying it the other day, only to find out it was fake information.
Which part of the process went wrong?