Chapter 3 Controlling the ball like a god.

The University of Oklahoma is undoubtedly one of the renowned institutions of higher learning in the United States.

Walking on the lush green paths, Lin Qing observed the modern buildings, the foreign girls on both sides of the road, and the occasional Asian faces. Such institutions of higher learning attract numerous international students.

"Lin, it's not your first time coming to school. I'm exhausted... Let's go to the dormitory and get a good night's sleep."

To others, Blake Griffin might appear foolish and reserved, resembling a young man who doesn't talk much. However, once Lin Qing got to know him, he found Griffin unbearable. It's unclear whether Griffin lacks friends or just doesn't like small talk.

"Go and sleep."

What else could Lin Qing say?

Damn, I squeezed into his bed all night last night.

Early in the morning, the two drove directly back to Oklahoma City.

The university is not only renowned for its academics but also boasts luxurious dormitories.

Now, Lin Qing is essentially an international student.

The bedroom has two bedrooms and one living room, with bright white floor tiles, two long desks, and comfortable chairs.

The room is equipped with a safe, ensuring no need for any conflicts.

Water heater, air conditioner, tableware—everything is available!

Putting down his backpack, Lin Qing lay on the soft and comfortable bed, staring at the ceiling for a while.

"Um... A new life after crossing over has begun."

When he got bored, after making a cup of coffee and drinking it, Lin Qing started searching for his name on the Internet. He wanted to see his predecessor's record in the NCAA.

Lin Qing: University of Oklahoma Cowboys.

Position: Point guard.

"Just joined the Cowboys this season."

He played an average of 14 minutes per game and could effectively contribute 8 points, 7 assists, and 1 steal.

"This is not bad at all..."

Lin Qing took a sip of coffee and comforted himself.

With the memories in his head, he jogged to the school's basketball team.

The Oklahoma basketball team, also known as the "Cowboys," is part of the Southern Division. As of February, they have just entered March Madness with the "beast" Blake, and their record ranks second in the region, only trailing the University of Michigan Wolverines.

If Lin Qing aims to enter the NBA through the draft and start his professional basketball career, he must deliver an impressive record and dazzling performance in the upcoming March Madness. This will catch the attention of major NBA scouts. Otherwise, relying on a mediocre record for the draft is a slim chance, with more than 90% failure, and only a 10% chance of being selected in the second round.

"Get used to the playing style of the orange card first."

Lin Qing's physical talent is undeniable, but his predecessor didn't work hard enough. His current body is fused with the orange card "Aomine Daiki," adding 120% effort. While it might not guarantee absolute success, it should be enough to make a breakthrough.

"Lin, are you so diligent today?"

Tyler Griffin walks onto the court with a basketball. Taylor, Blake's older brother, also plays for the Oklahoma University Cowboys. Standing at 201 cm with a sturdy body, he excels in physical fitness. However, his technique is lacking, especially in mid-range shooting.

His tenacious physical qualities make him a strong pillar for the Cowboys' basket, excelling in rebounding and defense in college.

"March Madness is about to start, and we're aiming for the championship!"

"Champion, Lin, you really dare to think about it," Tyler Griffin is surprised. It seems he doesn't know Lin Qing well, especially when Lin suggests aiming for the championship.

Even Blake, his younger brother, is not boldly claiming the title. He's just hoping to go far in March Madness. Reaching the quarterfinals would already be very satisfying.

"You must dare to think!"

Lin Qing raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"Bang bang bang bang bang ~!"

Lin Qing grabs the basketball from the rack and starts ball control training. The "Orange Card" style is elegant, relying on foot movements for infinite acceleration, similar to street ball but more ferocious.

He controls the ball left and right in disguise, executes extreme crossovers, turns around like lightning, and continues dribbling under his crotch.

"So fast?"

Tyler Griffin is dumbfounded.

Why has he never seen Lin Qing dribble at such a jaguar-like speed before?

"Boom!"

Lin Qing rushes into the basket like a cheetah, bowing from left to right without deceleration. With an acceleration force, he jumps up and dunks the ball into the basket as if his body is floating in the air.

"Bangdang~!"

A bang.

Lin Qing didn't hang on the rim but fell to the ground in an instant.

"Ding... the orange card is fused to 70%!"

"Is it only 70%?"

The former Lin Qing was already a first-class point guard, but the increase in speed and body flexibility, combined with the free-spirited style of the orange card, was truly refreshing.

Such ball possession, he never dared to dream of before.

Basketball, as if there is life in his hands, the ball becomes more responsive.

Tyler Griffin and a dumbfounded Lin Qing in "madman mode" on the court never thought a human could dribble like this. Doing what he wanted, accelerating infinitely, braking sharply, accelerating again, turning around, executing crossovers, disguising crossovers under his crotch, and then soaring into the air for a dunk.

Lin Qing on the court, like a devil possessed by the "orange card," became extremely wild in his dribbling.

"What happened?"

Not only Taylor Griffin but also Cowboys coach Travis Ford was dumbfounded.

"Dude, stop!" Travis hurriedly whistled and shouted at Lin Qing.

Lin Qing stopped and looked back at the kind-hearted old coach. The coach opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't recognize Lin Qing. He was extremely shocked and scrutinized the young man who had stopped controlling the ball.

"What?" Travis asked with a question mark on his face.

"Lin, what's up with your dribbling? Are you playing street basketball? Or have you suddenly changed your style?" Travis asked three times.

He knew Lin Qing's speed was fast, but it wasn't fast enough to accelerate and decelerate infinitely. And what was going on with this ball feel? He swears he has never seen a player with such a sense of the ball. The basketball sticks to his hand as if it were given life, becoming incredibly obedient.

"Why suddenly change the style of play?"

This excuse, Lin Qing had already thought of when he went to bed last night.

"I suddenly wanted to learn Ai's style of play. His crossover is very strong. My height is only 194 cm, and my physical fitness is poor. If I want to play in the NBA, I must change my style to be smart and elegant."

Travis's expression suddenly trembled.

"Lin, do you want to play in the NBA?"

Lin Qing nodded lightly, "Even as a marginal player."

Having said that, in Lin Qing's heart, the desire to become a superstar, a giant, burned brightly.

"Then you have to work harder. Brothers Blake and Taylor are going to participate in this year's draft, and Blake is the No. 1 pick in ESPN's draft sports network."

Travis was surprised.

Lin Qing wants to enter the draft?

Indeed, based on past skills and records, the odds of being selected by an NBA team, even in the last few in the second round, are unlikely.

Travis warned, "Lin, it's not a matter of simply changing your style of play. In the next March Madness game, you must have a dazzling performance, show good strength, and be noticed by some scouts to be selected."

The NBA draft registration is straightforward, but if no one knows you, it's impossible to be selected.

Lin Qing replied, "Coach, I will try my best. In life, I always have to try."

"Okay, in that case, let Taylor be your sparring partner. His defense is very good. As a point guard, you must not only learn to pass the ball but also have a sharp offense. You must have the ability to fight alone."

Travis narrowed his eyes. Lin Qing's crazy ball-handling performance just now surprised him. With such a style of play in the NCAA March Madness stage, achieving a good result will undoubtedly attract the attention of many scouts.

"Come on, Tyler, how about being my sparring partner?"

"Lin, come on, your attack is very good. Let's see if you can break through my defense first."

Tyler Griffin smiled naively. He was not sure about his offense, but he still had a lot of confidence in defense.

"Are you ready?"

"Bang bang bang!" The basketball made a clear sound on the floor.

"Come on, Lin, let me see your change."

Lin Qing's eyes changed, his smile restrained, and the moment he lowered his body's center of gravity, he forcibly broke through from the left side like a ray of light.

"So fast..." Tyler Griffin was startled, hurriedly took two steps back to block his body, wanting to use a close-fitting defense method. After all, he had a height advantage and muscle advantage.

However, what Tyler didn't expect was that suddenly, Lin Qing's body seemed to have an instinct, the instinct of a cheetah, a quick crossover, switching the basketball to the right hand. Without the slightest pause in his footsteps, overcoming the strong inertia brought by the impact of the body, he turned sharply and changed direction.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qing controlled the ball and disappeared from Tyler's field of vision.

When Tyler turned around, the sound of the basketball's "swoosh" was already in his ears.

"What? God!"

Travis' body trembled suddenly. "Lin, your explosiveness has skyrocketed. You can control the ball faster than before, and you are very flexible, and you can turn quickly."

In the past, Lin Qing was purely fast with his feet, but now he controls the ball like a god!