Questioning Life

When Sun Hao saw his opponent, then looked at Raul's expression, he more or less guessed what was going on.

He had actually sensed it from Raul's attitude after boarding the plane.

But that was perfectly normal.

It was like when a company recruited employees—you might be someone special during the interview.

When the interviewer wanted to hire you, they would give you plenty of confidence.

You were the one-in-a-million, irreplaceable candidate the company simply had to have.

But once you actually joined the company, you would realize you were just an ordinary employee.

"Asian, remember my name: Fidel Velazquez. It will be your nightmare!"

Seeing that Sun Hao was not paying attention to him, Velazquez raised his voice.

Sun Hao could not help laughing when he heard that.

Fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boys were right at that edgy adolescent age.

He should have replied in equally edgy fashion: No, quite the opposite.

But he had long passed that age.

Seeing that Sun Hao only laughed without replying, Velazquez snorted coldly.

He would make Sun Hao unable to laugh ever again!

Several half-courts were hosting one-on-one matchups at the same time, and Raul's attention was on Sun Hao and Velazquez as well.

Velazquez was a young local Spanish player, and one of the best among them. This was also a good chance to assess his abilities.

Based on Raul's prediction, this would most likely be a one-sided matchup.

One-on-one, first to five. Sun Hao won the coin toss and got first possession.

Velazquez checked the ball to Sun Hao, lowered his center of gravity from about a meter away, and spread his hands in a defensive stance.

After noticing Raul watching him, his eyes filled with fighting spirit. This was the perfect opportunity to earn the head coach's trust at Training Camp!

But the instant he looked away, he saw Sun Hao shoot directly from beyond the three-point line.

Quick and decisive.

He was shooting a three right away?

A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

The farther from the basket, the lower the shooting percentage. That was a basketball saying!

He had not expected Sun Hao to ignore it from the very start.

Did he know he could not drive past him, so he was gambling on luck?

Sure enough, Asians were all soft.

The surprise in his eyes turned to disdain as he turned to look.

Swish!

With a crisp sound, Sun Hao's first three-pointer went in cleanly.

1-0.

Velazquez froze for a moment before coming back to his senses.

Sun Hao had gotten lucky.

He checked the ball to Sun Hao again, then spread his hands without making any defensive move.

The meaning was obvious: if you had the guts, make another one.

The provocation could not have been clearer.

Raul frowned slightly when he saw it. Velazquez was underestimating his opponent.

Sun Hao's three-point shooting was good. He had shown that in the high school finals.

Sure enough, Sun Hao caught the ball and shot again.

During four years of hard training in the system, he had focused his shooting practice on long-range shots.

Velazquez was standing so far away that there was no defensive pressure at all. It was no different from training in the system.

Swish!

Another crisp sound rang out.

Sun Hao's three-pointer went in again.

2-0!

This time, Velazquez's expression began to change.

He realized Sun Hao was a shooter.

He had actually been stupid enough to let a shooter take wide-open jumpers right in front of him!

"You won't get another chance like that."

Velazquez was still full of adolescent bravado. After checking the ball, he immediately pressed up to defend tightly.

Compared to showing off, what he needed now was to win this one-on-one matchup in front of Raul.

Sun Hao made the same three-point shooting motion.

Velazquez accelerated and lunged at him, only to realize Sun Hao had faked him out!

Sun Hao gathered the ball and suddenly accelerated to the right for a breakthrough. Velazquez lunged at empty air and could only turn around to watch Sun Hao score on a layup.

3-0!

Clean, sharp, and seamless.

Sun Hao was far stronger than Velazquez. He did not need to go all out at all.

"Impossible! Again!"

Velazquez refused to believe he could not stop Sun Hao. He took the ball and checked it straight to him.

Sun Hao caught the ball. Seeing Velazquez still charging at him fiercely, he faked again, but this time he changed direction and drove left.

In the system's training, he had trained ball-handling with the same intensity as shooting.

Since he had excellent shooting ability, he naturally also had solid ball-handling skills.

Though he had not reached the top level yet, he was more than good enough for the Youth Team.

A breakthrough like this came effortlessly to him.

Velazquez could not read Sun Hao's offensive moves at all. He simply lunged with all his strength, failed to stop himself, and fell flat on his face.

Sun Hao easily scored another layup.

4-0.

Raul's eyes widened at this point.

He had been watching the entire time, and now he realized something.

Perhaps because of the gap in their opponents' strength, Sun Hao's style here was completely different from how he had played in China.

In that high school final, Sun Hao had mostly shot three-pointers, then scored in transition after steals and blocks.

But in this game, Sun Hao combined drives and shots with remarkable maturity. More importantly, his sense of rhythm was excellent!

That was something only a player with extremely high Basketball IQ could display!

Setting aside everything else, Sun Hao was absolutely a genius when it came to basketball IQ!

Raul had not seen that before.

Or rather, he had underestimated Sun Hao, the last player he had picked simply to make up the numbers.

Velazquez was beginning to question his life choices as he checked the ball to Sun Hao for the Final Shot.

Sun Hao watched as well. Seeing Velazquez no longer rushing at him, he took another three-pointer.

Shooting depended on touch, but also on mentality. Sun Hao's confidence was soaring right now, and his touch was scorching hot along with it.

Swish!

The basketball dropped cleanly through the net again under Velazquez's despairing gaze.

5-0!

Game over!

Raul's judgment had been correct. Sun Hao and Velazquez's matchup had indeed been one-sided.

Except... the direction of that one-sided result was completely opposite to what he had predicted!

Sun Hao had completely defeated Velazquez!

The Training Hall had limited half-courts, so not everyone was playing one-on-one at the same time. They took turns in order.

Players waited at every half-court, and some watched.

Sun Hao and Velazquez finished early, drawing the attention of many players.

The louder they had laughed at Sun Hao before, the more their faces hurt now.

Sun Hao had not asked whether he could skip ranks because he was overestimating himself. He genuinely had the ability!

Seeing the changing expressions of the surrounding players, Velazquez felt like burying his head in the ground.

He had not merely laughed before—he had mocked Sun Hao to his face!

The others only had sore faces. His face was swollen!

"Another game! I go first!"

He shouted at Sun Hao.

He was unwilling to accept it!

He refused to admit defeat!

He wanted to save face!

Another game?

Sun Hao glanced at Velazquez, then shook his head directly.

Do you really think I'm a kid?

I have no obligation to play another game with you!

Sun Hao turned and walked off the court, leaving the nearly crazed Velazquez standing there in a daze.

"Come on, next group."

After leaving the court, he even took on the role of staff.

Velazquez: ...

"Another game. Velazquez goes first."

At that moment, Raul, who had been watching this side the entire time, walked over.

Sun Hao looked at Raul. This time, he could not tell what Raul was trying to do.

But since the head coach had spoken, he could not refuse.

Still, he did not rush onto the court. Unhurriedly, he first picked up his thermos and took a sip of goji berry tea.

It was a little hot.

He blew on it, then took another sip.

Then he took a third sip.

Raul was stunned for a moment.

Velazquez was already on the court, eager to have a one-on-one duel with Sun Hao.

Just as Raul could not help opening his mouth, Sun Hao put down his thermos.

"Velazquez is a left-handed player. His left-side breakthrough is very fast."

At that moment, Sun Hao heard someone remind him.

He turned around and saw the other eleven- or twelve-year-old boy who had met his gaze earlier, the one who had given him a youthful, friendly smile.

"Thank you."

He was a very polite person.

And seeing the boy up close, he found him vaguely familiar.

He simply could not recall who he was for the moment.

Sun Hao returned to the court, and the second game began immediately.

This time, Velazquez had first possession.

After checking the ball to Velazquez, Sun Hao did not immediately lower his center of gravity. Instead, he closed in to about half a meter away and assumed a defensive stance.

One hand raised high and the other extended flat, he guarded against both jump shots and Breakthroughs.

In his previous life, he had been a basketball trainer, so he naturally understood defense well. Combined with unlocking the Basketball Badge, even if his ability was not extraordinary, his details were flawless.

And Raul's request had helped him make up his mind. This time, he was going to be ruthless!

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