USC head coach Tim Floyd, wearing heavy sunglasses, appeared deep in the stands, sitting next to him was his assistant Lindsay Williams.

"Do you think we should grab a violent scorer like No. 3, or a wing blue-collar worker like No. 88?"

"Russell."

Lindesey Williams's answer was short, but Tim Floyd shook his head.

"Then, how to allocate the ball rights? That guy Nick is a singles player, and Russell seems to be a singles player, a singles player who can only break through straight lines, even worse than Nick. What we need more is a blue-collar worker who can wipe Nick's butt."

"Then grab them all."

Still a short answer, Tim Floyd tilted his head, as if thinking about the feasibility of snatching it.

Just as there were various discussions in the stands, the competition also became increasingly fierce.

Li Ke defended Harden for two consecutive rounds, and no one was willing to take advantage of him to defend Harden, a thankless job.

But next, Li Ke failed to completely block Harden.

Harden still found a gap in Li Ke's defense. Li Ke's defense only made Harden feel the difficulty of offensive scoring.

This is enough. On the defensive end, Li Ke has successfully completed his mission.

Of course, Li Ke knew why he succeeded. The speed of S level was already full of overflowing among these high school students who had not reached their peak.

"Harden's current speed can only have a, or even a b, which is my advantage, but my speed has an advantage at this time. Once I enter NCAA, I will face an opponent like Harden, at most I can only draw."
Chapter completed!