Nantong Street is not very far from Qin Hao's home, Qin Hao arrived at Nantong Street within ten minutes, and found the Nantong Street Community Stadium following his memory.
From a distance, he heard the sound of playing, accompanied by various shouts.
"What are you doing? Pass the ball."
"Here, give it to me. Zhao Jian, what are you thinking about? I have an open look here. You should have passed it to me just now. You wasted the opportunity."
"Precautions are good, and they can't let them score easily anymore."
Hearing the shout, Qin Hao smiled.
In fact, Qin Hao is no stranger to the stadium of Nantong Street. He used to come often, but now because of training, the stadium of Nantong Street is more crowded and not suitable for training. So not counting before he came back, this is the first time Qin Hao has come to this stadium.
The floor of this stadium is covered with paint, the backboard is made of tempered glass, and there are nets. There are even rows of wooden benches on the sidelines as spectator seats, with many people sitting on them.
Some are people wearing jerseys and resting on the side, and some are spectators, just watching the ball.
When Qin Hao walked into the stadium, he saw three-on-three bullfights in both halves, and they were all adults. A few of them were particularly eye-catching because they were all very tall, around 1.8 meters. In this kind of community court, this height is already very advantageous.
And these people still have dazzling tattoos on their arms, no wonder Ban Cuntou would call them "so-hui people".
"I heard that there were such a group of people, sometimes they would come to Nantong Street, they would occupy the stadium and not let others play." Qin Hao sat down in the audience stand next to him, intending to observe the level of these people first. He had heard of these people at the beginning, but he didn't meet them several times.
As soon as he sat down, he heard a dark-skinned, thin-skinned young man of about 1.7 meters tall and muttered uncomfortably: "They're too greedy, this group of people is too damn? It's okay to come to play, but they are only ten. Personally, they have to occupy both halves and not allow others to play. What is this?"
"This is the ball tyrant." The person next to him was also very angry, but then shrank his neck and persuaded: "Brother Xing, forget it. These people are all bastards. Can we afford to provoke them?"
"I'm just mad, why?" Brother Xing shouted, but he didn't dare to make a loud noise for fear of being heard by those gangsters.
Qin Hao observed for a while, and found that there were many people who were resentful like them, many of them were students, all sitting on the sidelines, angrily, but didn't dare to provoke those people.
On the court.
A few people from the community played three-on-three. What surprised Qin Hao was that the strength of several people was quite good, especially a guy with long hair who had his hair tied in a bun and had a tattoo on his neck. He is only 1.8 meters tall, with dark skin, good bounce and speed, and good ball control skills, but his movements are a little fancy, biased towards streetball, which is a bit flashy.
But in this kind of field, the bun man is already considered a master.
"Hey, how long do you have to play?"
After waiting for a while, Brother Star couldn't help it, and shouted at the court: "You still don't make sense. There are so many people waiting here, it's not up to you to play."
Several people on the court stopped. They were obviously headed by the man in the bun. They exchanged glances. The man in the bun said, "You want to play? Yes, you can form a team with us and play three-on-three with us. If I win, Continue to play. If you lose then give me your jersey, do you dare to come?"
Feeling the contempt of the man in the bun, Brother Xing was irritated: "If you dare not, hit it, three on three, six balls, and you lose."
"Okay." The bun man smiled and clicked two people, including himself, a total of three, Chongxing brother hooked his finger, "Come on then."
Seeing the excitement here, many people gathered around and stood outside the stadium.
Some people are still discussing, they are not optimistic about Brother Xing and others.
Qin Hao watched with great interest, and didn't intend to take action now, he was also watching the excitement, anyway, let's take a look before talking about it.
However, the excitement ended in a short while. Brother Xing picked two teammates, but the three of them were not as good as each other regardless of their physical fitness or skills. They were beaten 6:0 after going up, which was a complete slaughter. There is no suspense at all.
"6:0, you lost." The man in hair bun sneered and said without cutting: "At this level, you still dare to go ahead and want to eat a fart. Go away, this court is owned by me. Don't show up here in the future."
Brother Xing gritted his teeth, and finally only groaned, then turned to leave.
At this moment, a voice sounded: "You said you owned this court?"
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Brother Xing also stopped and followed the sound to see, but he saw that he was a young man, who looked less than 1.8 meters, fifteen and sixteen years old, and looked a little immature. , With a basketball in his hand, smiling.
The man in the bun frowned and looked at Qin Hao, "So what? Little brother, this is not the excitement you should join, just have fun."
"I'm not young anymore, and I will grow up." Qin Hao, regardless of whether they understand this kind of language, separated the crowd and came to the court, "Also, I'm here to pick the court, do you dare to fight?"
As soon as this was said, the audience was in an uproar.
"Pick the field, just him?"
"This kid is crazy, he seems to be a middle school student, right? Didn't he see those socialites stabbing dragons and painting tigers? Still dare to provoke them?"
People whispered.
Some people kindly advised Qin Hao: "Little brother, don't be impulsive. We also want to play, but we really can't provoke them, and we can't do it, forget it."
Qin Hao smiled slightly, only looking at the man in the bun: "One-on-one, hit ten balls, whoever gets the first ten goals wins, and the one who loses leaves the jersey to get out."
The man in the bun looked at Qin Hao up and down. He didn't understand where this little guy's self-confidence came from, why he was so crazy, but after thinking about it, he laughed: "Okay, since you are looking for abuse, then I will fulfill you. Just pick a side. You said, score ten balls, and the winner keeps his jersey and get out."
"No." Qin Hao shook his head, "What I said is, if you lose, you all will leave your jerseys and leave this court. You are not allowed to come to this court again in the future."
"No problem." The bun man agreed without thinking about it, thinking he will win anyway.
This time the crowd was fried, and it was more lively than before. The people on the opposite half of the court stopped playing. They all ran over and surrounded the court.
Brother Xing didn't leave either. He just looked at Qin Hao and shook his head: "This little brother is very courageous, but he is probably not an opponent, I am afraid he will suffer."
The people next to him nodded. No one was optimistic about Qin Hao and didn't think he could win. After all, Qin Hao looked only fifteen or sixteen years old and was less than 1.8 meters tall. He didn't seem to be very powerful.
How could this be the opponent of the bun man?