The Best Point Guard-Chapter 82 - 17: Pushovers, Not Worth Mentioning

Every training facility holds full-court scrimmages. It’s a comprehensive way to test progress, as many things can only be discovered in a real game situation.

For the training camp, it’s also a form of promotion. It’s a huge motivator for draft prospects and college players. The chance to train with NBA stars is a big draw, and the opportunity to play a full-court game with them is an even bigger one.

Arenas had initiated the idea, but when Grover told him to form the teams, he looked at Su Xi with some difficulty.

For the NBA group, he and Su Xi were on one team, while Baron Davis and Michael Redd were on the other.

From the draft prospects, Su Xi and Arenas picked Michael Pietrus and Planičić. Davis picked Marcus Banks, Pavlovic, and Zarko Cacakapa.

The college players were split into two teams of five.

"Jack, we’re counting on you today," Arenas said to Su Xi as he pulled on a red jersey. "Your magic lotus root slices really lit my fire. I’m feeling pumped. Did I tell you I scored a hat trick last night?"

Su Xi was innocent. "A hat trick?"

"Yeah, like in pool. One cue ball sinks three object balls into three different pockets!" Arenas explained. "I ’ordered’ three last night. Even ate your share."

There was a hint of exhaustion in Arenas’s voice.

"A hat trick is when one player scores three goals in a single soccer match," Pietrus, the guy from France, corrected the two soccer illiterates. "You guys don’t know anything about soccer."

"I don’t know soccer, but you don’t know men. I scored in three different *holes*, understand?" Arenas shot the kid a glare. He really didn’t like brash upstarts who just butted into conversations.

Su Xi understood what Arenas meant. A strange thought crossed his mind: ’Grandpa always said that lust is a blade that scrapes the very bone. Can Arenas really not handle it after just three "goals"? Last time, I...’

The game began soon after.

It was a game of two halves, each fifteen minutes long.

The first half featured the two college teams, who were fairly evenly matched. The White Team had a very strong player in the paint, number 112, who was gobbling up offensive rebounds. Su Xi’s Red Team relied on a tall shooter, number 121. He couldn’t handle number 112 on the inside, but he could light them up from the perimeter.

Each team had its own style, and each had a star player carrying the load.

At the end of the first half, the Red Team led 36-33.

There was a five-minute break.

The second half began, and the NBA stars and draft prospects took the court.

The White Team was the first to sub in Marcus Banks and Pavlovic. Both Banks and Pavlovic were strong, and they quickly created space, repeatedly driving into the paint to draw fouls and score.

The Red Team subbed in Pietrus and Planičić. The two of them made an impact after coming on, and the point differential narrowed slightly.

With seven minutes left, Su Xi and Arenas entered the game at the same time.

The lineup on the court became: Su Xi, Arenas, Planičić, Pietrus, and the number 121 center.

Arenas gave the ball to Su Xi, who brought it past half-court.

When Banks saw Su Xi, he got extremely excited. He immediately rushed toward him.

Likewise, a few people on the sidelines were also getting excited: Banks’s agent, various scouts, O’Connor, and his classmate Tom, who even deliberately adjusted his tripod to aim it at the court.

The on-site staff were initially a bit annoyed, but when they saw the guy sitting next to Su Xi’s agent, they didn’t say anything and tacitly approved his actions.

This was because Grover had once said that Su Xi could do anything he wanted in the gym.

This was automatically interpreted as Su Xi and his entourage being able to do anything they wanted.

"Finally, I get my hands on you, Little Sheep Su Xi... Get ready to see how brutal I can..."

Banks didn’t even get to finish his opening line... BAM!

Su Xi’s powerful charge had already struck him.

He swallowed the trash talk that was on the tip of his tongue, and an indescribable pain radiated out, accompanied by a sharp gasp.

Frankly, Banks was considered one of the stronger college players. He wouldn’t even need to deliberately bulk up for the NBA’s physicality.

But compared to Su Xi, he was weak!

Su Xi’s explosive charge knocked him back half a step. Su Xi then burst forward again, making a beeline for the three-point line. Banks grimaced and quickly gave chase.

But just as he was accelerating and about to catch up, Su Xi came to a sudden stop. Banks couldn’t halt his momentum in time.

Su Xi stopped short and jumped... His vertical was average, but his explosive power was immense.

Su Xi quickly shot the ball... It traced a perfect arc through the air.

SWISH!

The three-pointer went in.

The staff, high school students, and college kids watching from the sidelines erupted in cheers.

Worthy of the MOP from Syracuse University.

Su Xi held out his hand and high-fived Arenas.

"I knew you were secretly studying my moves," Arenas said to Su Xi. "Not bad, though. Not bad at all."

Su Xi just smiled.

Then he walked over to Banks.

Banks received the ball, and Su Xi moved to confront him.

"What was that you were saying to me earlier?" Su Xi asked Banks.

"I said you’re an asshole who only knows how to sucker punch," Banks said viciously.

"Sucker punch?"

Su Xi furrowed his brow. "Right, your jersey says Banks? Are you Marcus Banks?"

he asked.

"Yeah, that’s me," Marcus Banks said, his voice full of aggression.

’It’s you? Good!’ 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Su Xi confirmed this was the name on his little list. He spread his arms wide and charged forward, pressing down on him.

At that moment, Banks had just crossed the center line when Su Xi rushed him... He was flustered for a moment. He turned sideways, trying to brace himself against Su Xi, but he couldn’t move him at all.