Poly Hall, UCLa's home stadium.

There are 11 NCAA championship flags hanging above, as well as retired jerseys from legendary stars such as Jabbar, Bill Walton, and Gale Goodridge. This is a venue with profound heritage.

Russell Westbrook stepped into the arena with reverence.

In front of thousands of fans, he closed his eyes and kissed the kb3 bracelet on his wrist, muttering something in his mouth.

Li Ke behind him patted his back: "Kelson will watch all this in heaven."

Westbrook nodded, then pinched his right hand into a fist, turned around and touched Li Ke: "Come on, Sheldon, you have made great progress recently, and this game will definitely bring an invitation to the NCAA First-level League."

The two stepped into the stadium, and they both started in this game.

Westbrook was wearing the No. 3 jersey, which was Kelsen Bals III's jersey number, while Li Ke did not change and continued to wear his No. 88 jersey.

"Russell fights for Kelson, then I will fight for the former Li Ke. I will continue your basketball dream..."

After wearing No. 88 this time, next time, he will re-select his jersey number.

Li Ke and Westbrook are the Red Team. James Harden is wearing a white jersey and sits peacefully on the bench.

"In this game, no matter whether it is the red team or the white team, there will be no clear tactical core or style of play, but one thing is very important. UCL's coaching staff will not pay too much attention to a player's data. What they value more is who can win this game!"

The coach in charge of the organization stood in front of the bench of the Red Team and shouted these words in the hustle and bustle in the arena.

Only then did Li Ke realize that not only Harden on the other side was his opponent, but his teammates might also be his opponent.

Fortunately, he has Russell, a good brother who cooperates with him.

The starting lineup of the Red and White teams, with ten players, each performing their own positions.

After the jump, the basketball game called aau kicked off.

With the ball rights of the White Team, Li Ke was ready to rush to Harden immediately.

"Leave him to me."

"No, he is mine!"

As a result, a black guy named Tyrek in the same team took the lead.

Sure enough, opponents are everywhere, and even the blue-collar jobs that are guarding Harden are snatched.

At this time, James Harden was still a young man in his senior year. Although he was not the best in the future, his posture on the court already had the same slutiness as his future generations.

The Red Team rushed to guard against him, but instead made him more motivated and he was forced to pass the ball without permission.

Unlike the Red Team, the core of the White Team has long been confirmed to be Harden.

There is no way, his name is too loud, a bit like Jordan in the All-Star Game, and no one dares to compete with him for the ball rights.

Facing Tyrek, who seemed to be strong, Harden signaled his teammates to pull away, and took a few casual dribbling under his crotch a few times, then suddenly started, taking out his right foot like a poisonous snake's letter, but immediately shrank back.

Tyrek believed it was true, so he turned around for half a step, and was staggered directly.

Harden got a free time and pulled out his hand on the spot.

Swish!

The cheers at the Poly Hall exploded, and James Harden seemed to prove it with just one ball. Although he was only in his third year of high school, he was the number one high school student in California!

In the red team's round, as the team's point guard, Russell Westbrook took the ball from the backcourt.

He held his breath and slowly controlled the ball through the half, and then it was like a shock wave, drilling straight into the White Team's penalty area.

The next second, a clang!

Westbrook completed the dunk, and the Poly House was not stingy with cheers. Westbrook raised his hands and enjoyed it all.

"This little man with No. 3 is so exciting!"

"But he is still not as good as James. James just made a three-pointer!"

"It's a pity that James is only in his third year of high school, but if this number 3 is in his fourth year of high school, Ucla should take him!"

The stands in the stadium seemed to be discussing the two protagonists after the start of the game two rounds. On the court, the offense and defense have changed.

The White Team attacked, and Harden was still the one who controlled the ball.

"Terick, let me do it."

Tyrek was a little dissatisfied with the last defensive round, but Harden was so famous that he was really a little scared. If he was to prevent it from losing again, it would completely ruin his own place.

After all, for a non-star high school student like him, defense is one of the selling points.

At this time, Li Ke proposed to take over, but hesitated for a second or two, and finally gave in.

The one who defended himself was changed, and he was still a yellow boy. Harden neither looked down on him nor paid attention to him. He was just more excited.

"Yes, just like that, come one by one..."

Although this was chanting in a low voice, it still sounded a bit like trash words in Li Ke's ears, so he also replied:

"There won't be the next one."

However, Harden ignored Li Ke and started to act directly.

The same way of playing, dribbling under the crotch casually, and then suddenly start.

Li Ke was not as reckless as Tyrek. He did not move at all, and even his body's center of gravity did not shift at all.

Harden's change appeared. He turned virtual into real, and followed his right foot and stepped further out of his left foot.

It’s not about pulling it off on the spot, but a breakthrough!

Harden accelerated, he felt the pressure on his side, but also felt the ease in front of him and behind him. He felt that he was about to throw away Li Ke.

So, the third and fourth steps were taken one after another.

He seemed to have completely left Li Ke, and was open-minded.

Harden's eyes began to stare at the basket, but when he slapped the basketball again, his hands were gone.

With a bang, the Poly Hall exclaimed in surprise.

"Hasn't he been thrown away by James?"

"It's too fast. Whether it's a chase back or a steal, it's all like it's outrageous!"

"This yellow-skinned boy completed the steal against James Harden!"

"He also stuffed the ball directly to that No. 3!"

"Another whirlwind boy, this number 3 is also very fast!"

Harden turned around and saw Russell Westbrook hanging on the backcourt with one arm.

The scoreboard jumped, 4:3 now.

"Two whirlwinds, the Red Team defeated James Harden in this round!"

Only then did Harden realize that No. 88 intercepted him, assisted No. 3, and completed the fast attack.

"Damn it a mistake!"

He pretended to be upset and threw it.

With another attack from the White team, Harden no longer carelessly, dribbled with his waist and told Li Ke who was defending him again:

"You will definitely disappear from me in the next round."

This time it was confirmed that it was trash talk, but Li Ke smiled but did not respond.

The old routine is that the outside line dribbles under the crotch, cross steps, and suddenly starts...

Li Ke was still not fooled, he was very confident in his speed.

But this time, Harden's breakthrough was not so fast. He pushed against Li Ke and kept using his huge power to separate Li Ke.

As long as Li Ke can't withstand his impact, he will have room to take action.

Li Ke was like a maggot attached to his bones and could not get rid of it at all.

With brute force, he rushed all the way to the penalty area and made a layup against Li Ke's defense.

But the basketball hit the edge of the rebound softly.

Didn't enter!

"There won't be the next one!"

Harden remembered this sentence.

There is indeed no next one. He has not been able to score from Li Ke's defense for two consecutive rounds.

Even in California's high school championships, he rarely encounters such a situation.

"No. 88, an excellent outside defender, worth considering."

Corey Keating is the assistant coach of UCL who is responsible for recruiting freshmen. This game was also proposed by him. Looking at Li Ke's defensive performance, he smiled.

No matter what, the original intention of holding this competition has been achieved.

Then, Westbrook completed the dunk unstoppable again, and he muttered again: "This number 3 is more worth considering, he has higher potential."
To be continued...