Reach the Pinnacle of Life

The battle with Chris ended in five minutes.

Score: 5-0.

Swift and clean.

When Li Zhen possessed a speed that Chris couldn't catch up to, all Chris could do was be beautifully swayed to the ground by Li Zhen's double crossover through the legs, then turn his head to watch Li Zhen accelerate into the restricted area and complete a layup buzzer-beater.

Afterwards, Li Zhen didn't even glance at him, feeling no sense of accomplishment. He just took a step towards Jamie Lin and said, "We can move on to the next stage."

Other players also gathered around, and Chris, who had been knocked down to the ground, was like a lump of abandoned trash, completely ignored and no one cared about his feelings.

And he lived up to expectations. He shouted that he wanted a rematch. The last round didn't count because his shoelaces were loose or something like that: you know, a small group of people always have this or that excuse to save face.

But everyone looked at him with disdain.

"Buddy, I swear you've embarrassed yourself enough. There's no need to repeat this ridiculous performance. If TJ finds out about this, he'll definitely regret having a cousin like you," Scott's cold and candid words finally made Chris calm down.

From everyone's eyes, Chris could clearly see that everyone looked down on him.

Why was it like this?

It seemed absurd to him. How could Bruce defeat me? Why did he suddenly become so fast?

This was a question he would never be able to answer.

As for Li Zhen, with the one-on-one ending, Chris was nothing more than a kicked pebble, not even worthy of being a stepping stone.

...

After losing their two best ball handlers, TJ Walton and Nicholas, Stanford's team was left with a bunch of shooters and blue-collar forwards. That's why Coach McHaney chose to leave the team and go for recruitment for the next season.

Although theoretically, Stanford still had a chance to make it to the NCAA Sweet 16, but... their upcoming Pacific Division Tour opponents were: the University of Southern California, the University of Oregon, and the University of Arizona. Except for Oregon, these three teams were all super strong.

It would be very difficult to beat them.

Moreover, now Stanford had to win all three matches to get enough points to enter the NCAA Sweet 16 as the 5th seed in the PAC-10 Conference! (T/N: It was still PAC-10 this time but will become PAC-12 in 2011. It's dying right now though. A lot of schools are leaving.)

It was almost impossible.

Even if TJ Walton and Nicholas were still here, the chances wouldn't exceed five percent.

So, McHaney took on the role of a hands-off manager and handed over the coaching to Jamie Lin. He also threw a goodwill card: letting Bruce Li, who transferred from Harvard, start in the last three matches, was also a demonstration of Stanford's humanitarian care! (T/N: I will never translate it as Bruce Lee.)

After all, when Bruce transferred here, it caused a lot of public attention. It wouldn't be good to have him disappear from the school team in embarrassment.

Although the head coach passed the buck, Jamie Lin still arranged the game tactics very seriously. He saw this as a rare opportunity to showcase his talents.

He hoped that his talent would be displayed through these three matches, preferably seen by the school's athletic committee, and he would successfully secure the position of the team's chief assistant coach.

Based on an analysis of the current lineup in the game, he decided to emulate the Phoenix Suns, who were currently riding high in the NBA, as well as the Kings from the early 21st century: "We want to play a smooth and fast-paced offense. We want to quickly circulate possession of the ball. I hope everyone will selflessly distribute possession, use quick passes to move the basketball, and provide shooters with abundant and rapid shooting opportunities.'" Jamie Lin expressed his thoughts. (T/N: 7 Seconds or Less Suns)

This is also a helpless situation. Firstly, the team no longer has ball-handling ability. Secondly, there's no dominant center in the paint. The only center is Carlos Gavin, a white boy who stands at 7 feet tall but only weighs 90 kilograms. Strictly speaking, he's a tall shooter.

In addition, the power forwards in the paint are Billy Robin, Jonas Scott, and Frank Benson.

Billy Robin is a 6'5" white man. Although he doesn't have a significant height advantage, his over 90-kilogram weight makes his base incredibly solid. His screen quality is excellent, making him a rare blue-collar forward in college basketball. The only downside is that he's a bit slow in movement, and while his defensive positioning is strong, his rebounding ability is only average.

Jonas Scott, on the other hand, is the opposite. Standing at 6'7", this black power forward is a typical high-flyer. In training camp, he even pulled off dunks that could be described as explosive, with a reach of an astonishing 3.8 meters. In the PAC-10 Conference, everyone has always referred to him as "Little Stoudemire."

However, he doesn't have Stoudemire's delicate face-up shooting ability. He's a violent forward who lives off crashing the offensive boards and dunks.

Frank Benson is a 6'7" black man, but he takes after his mother and could be mistaken for white. He has a strong physique, decent jumping ability, some playmaking skills, and his mid-range shooting is average. He's a budget Carlos Boozer. (T/N: LMAO)

Additionally, the team has Ian House, Hank Craig, Daniel Thompson, Roy Hicks, Cole Fred, and Rex Dan.

The first three are white shooters, while the latter three are black shooters.

Their playing style is surprisingly consistent - shooting is their main focus!

God knows why Stanford recruited so many sharpshooters. So now, Jamie Lin is faced with a severely imbalanced lineup.

If someone can connect them, they actually have a strong fighting force.

As Jamie Lin organized the team into two groups for tactical drills, this is what he thought.

Soon, Bruce, who shared his race, gave him a surprise.

When he formed a team with Fred, Bach, Scott, and Benson, and launched a rapid attack, the defensive group couldn't keep up with their pace at all. Under Li Zhen's command, they stormed the frontcourt like lightning. Bruce's speed drove the entire offense, and he demonstrated his most enviable quality: he always found the most appropriate teammate position in rapid attack situations in the shortest amount of time.

In less than five minutes, the substitute team with Chris Pat was left in tatters.

Fred hit a three-pointer, Bach hit a three-pointer. Scott dunked twice, and Benson also hit mid-range shots from the free-throw line.

In total, five rounds, Li Zhen completed five assists.

All of his teammates got to score.

This is my Steve Nash!!!

Jamie Lin's eyes finally couldn't contain his joy, and he excitedly clapped his hands: Li Zhen gave him an unprecedented surprise. This guy is simply amazing. Although he knew that Bruce had extremely strong passing skills before, he didn't expect his advantage to be so obvious in fast-paced attacks!!

I might be on the peak of my life.

Jamie Lin thought excitedly.

Meanwhile, even more excited than him was Li Zhen.

The speed brought him a sense of exhilaration like riding the wind. As he sprinted swiftly, he vividly felt the wind rushing past his ears, and his field of vision was vastly different from before, becoming wider and more expansive. At the same time, he had more confidence in controlling the basketball and leading the team's attack.

Is that thing in my head really real?

Did it really turn me into this??