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For Kobe Bryant, 17 years old and 11 months, today was undoubtedly the most depressing day of his life.
Had he not shared the same unrelenting ambition as Su Feng, he would have gone mad at this point, caught in a situation where everything seemed to be going wrong.
On the court, after Kobe's "vengeful spirit" was extinguished by Big Ben, the Lakers had regained possession of the ball. Kobe, moving around the perimeter, positioned himself to catch the ball, but Su Feng, ever watchful, continued to track him with his magnetic defense.
When Kobe was stripped by Su Feng and then blocked by Big Ben, he was forced to calm down and reset. He took a deep breath and, focusing on the task at hand, prepared for his next move.
Dong, dong, dong.
Kobe dribbled twice and suddenly accelerated, his body lowering as he drove toward the basket. He was well aware of Su Feng's defensive prowess; Kobe knew that if he got tangled in a one-on-one with Su Feng, it would be nearly impossible to break free. This made it essential for him to get ahead early.
Kobe lowered his center of gravity and unleashed all his power.
In his mind, he thought, Su Feng's defense is strong, but I'm sure he has weaknesses. He compared himself to a Ferrari, and Su Feng, at most, was a Ford.
Or perhaps, a Mustang?
Bang!
As Kobe moved forward, ready to exploit what he thought was a gap in Su Feng's defense, Su Feng suddenly blocked his path. Kobe's attempt came to an abrupt halt, and the referee's whistle sounded.
Beep!
Kobe, frustrated by the foul, looked at Su Feng, who was now standing tall in front of him. He had been caught.
The announcers, including Gong Luming, couldn't help but marvel at the young Su Feng's defense. "Absolutely... really, absolutely!" Gong Luming praised. "His anticipation, his quick movements, his courage in standing up to the impact..."
He paused. "Is he really only 18 years old?" Gong Luming thought to himself. In his opinion, even veteran players from the national team couldn't have done better than Su Feng in that moment.
"But the Olympic roster is already submitted," Gong Luming mused with a hint of regret. He knew that, even if he recommended Su Feng, the leadership's approval was necessary for any changes. "Fortunately, he's still young. There will be opportunities in the future," he sighed.
Back on the court, Kobe, still the most renowned player on the Lakers' summer league team, wasn't about to let three failed attempts discourage him.
"Defense!" Kobe barked, pulling at his shirt collar and demanding more from his teammates. They responded immediately, giving their all on defense.
During a timeout, Kobe proposed to his coach that he should be the one to guard Su Feng. His mind was made up: the Lakers might lose the game, but Su Feng had to be stopped. If not, Kobe's pride might not recover.
Meanwhile, on the 76ers' offensive possession, Iverson, ever the playmaker, dribbled past half-court and glanced toward Su Feng. "This play's on you," he said with a mischievous smile.
Su Feng nodded, his determination clear. This was a moment to show Kobe just how much had changed. All the hard work, all the preparation, had been for this. It was time to send a message.
Iverson passed the ball to Su Feng, who had sprinted to the right 45-degree angle, positioning himself for the shot.
Kobe, though keenly aware of Su Feng's skills, couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. As Su Feng received the ball and held it behind him, Kobe felt a knot tighten in his chest. The anger he had suppressed earlier began to bubble up again.
What was Su Feng doing? Calling for a pick?
Just as Kobe's eyes flickered toward Big Ben, Su Feng let out a frustrated shout. "Forget the pick and roll! I want this one-on-one!"
Big Ben, caught off guard by the sudden command, was momentarily confused. "But... you asked me to set the pick..." he said, scratching his head.
However, there was no time for confusion. As soon as Big Ben stepped aside, Su Feng lowered his center of gravity, his dribble quickening as he surged toward Kobe, easily blowing by him.
Kobe could only curse inwardly as he tried in vain to catch up. Su Feng was too fast, too fluid. The frustration that had been building up inside Kobe finally exploded as he watched Su Feng drive to the basket and dunk with authority.
Bang!
As the ball slammed through the hoop, Kobe felt a sharp sting in his chest. For a moment, it was as if something had lodged itself deep within his resolve, leaving him breathless.
But Su Feng, ever the tactician, didn't let the moment get to him. He landed the dunk, turned, and quickly gestured to Big Ben, signaling him to stay composed.
Big Ben, still rattled by the exchange, gave an awkward grin. "Okay, okay," he muttered. "I'll let him do his thing."
The score was now 12-0. The fans at Long Beach were stunned. How could this be happening? The supposed "genius" had turned into a one-sided massacre.
But Kobe wasn't done. This time, he was determined to break the Lakers' scoring drought. He pulled up from behind the three-point line, launching the ball with confidence.
Despite the pressure from Su Feng, Kobe's shot found its mark, sinking through the net.
12-3.
Kobe, who had been struggling, allowed himself a brief moment of relief. His team was back in the game—at least for now.
In his mind, he silently swore that Su Feng would not get the better of him again. Not today.
The 76ers quickly regained possession. Iverson, ever the creator, fed the ball to Su Feng, who seemed to be in complete control. He had already taken advantage of Kobe's focus on him once; now it was time for a new strategy.
Kobe's eyes were locked on Su Feng's right hand, which was tightly gripping the basketball. He couldn't afford to let Su Feng score again.
But, as it often happens in basketball, overthinking can be as dangerous as underthinking.
Su Feng feigned a move to the right, then, using a behind-the-back dribble, quickly switched the ball to his left hand and drove left. Kobe, attempting to slide behind him to block the move, was one step too late.
As Su Feng reached the arc of his move, he made eye contact with Iverson, who had already positioned himself in the corner. Iverson extended his arm, signaling for the three.
Without missing a beat, Su Feng passed the ball to Iverson, who caught it and took the shot.
Shua!
It was good. The score was now 14-3.
At that moment, even the usually composed Iverson couldn't suppress his amusement. "Su, did you plan that entire sequence?" he asked, patting Su Feng on the back.
Su Feng grinned. "Of course. Gotta show 'em who's boss."
Back on the Lakers' side, Kobe had the ball again, desperate to prove that his earlier successes weren't a fluke. He danced around the perimeter, faked, cut, and finally leaped for a stunning mid-range shot.
Shua!
The basket was good. The score was now 14-5.
Kobe, though still frustrated by Su Feng's dominance, felt a spark of pride in his own play.
As he ran back down the court, he couldn't suppress the urge to roar in triumph. It wasn't over. Not yet.
But the 76ers were relentless. Iverson again passed to Su Feng, who, this time, used a combination of clever ball movement and court awareness to shake Kobe, pulling off a perfect assist to Big Ben for a dunk.
21-9.
The stands were in awe. Even the coaches, Gong Luming and Hu Weidong, couldn't quite comprehend what they were witnessing.
One was 17 years old. The other, 18. The two young stars were rewriting the rulebook for basketball as they played.
"What's going on here?" Hu Weidong muttered, taking off his glasses and wiping them repeatedly. "This is... NBA-level play."
Back on the court, Su Feng's composure was unwavering as he delivered another textbook jump shot, this time from three-point range.
Shua!
Another three-pointer, clean as ever.
"I told you, Kobe," Su Feng said with a smile. "You should've remembered what I'm good at."
Kobe, still absorbing the shock of it all, shook his head in disbelief. "Have you been learning all this from Allen?"
Su Feng nodded. "I've been studying with the best."
Kobe looked at Ben Wallace, then exhaled deeply. "I've been slacking."
Though Kobe had put in the work over the past few days, he knew that he was no match for the training Su Feng had undergone. Still, his competitive fire was far from extinguished.
And so, as the game continued, the young men clashed in an unforgettable display of skill, speed, and basketball IQ, setting the stage for a rivalry that would define their careers.