Tang Tian put away his phone after reading.

In fact, this kind of swingman is the most common type in the United States, but precisely because there are so many, the competition is fierce, and it's normal not to get into the NBA.

In terms of defense, Tang Tian could definitely defend him, but in terms of offense, besides his three-pointers, his other skills were barely at the NCAA level, so it would be difficult for him to score against this Foster.

If he really wanted to play one-on-one, he would have to find rules that suited him.

The one-on-one on the court continued, and as Tang Tian expected, this Tank was no match for Foster at all.

Even in terms of physical confrontation, where he seemed to have an advantage, he couldn't gain any ground against Foster.

In the end, 5-0, he was easily defeated, and Foster pocketed another hundred dollars.

"Anyone else?" Foster shouted to the crowd.

This time, no one dared to go up.

Although streetball players are relatively free and casual, this one-on-one was tied to money, and no one would refuse more money.

Foster shouted for a while, and when he saw that no one was coming up, he pouted, spread his hands, and shook his head.

Tang Tian walked out at this time.

Seeing someone stand up, cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd.

Although streetball and campus basketball are both basketball, they rarely intersect because they have different pursuits. Although Tang Tian is performing well in the NCAA now, no one here recognizes him.

Despite not knowing him, they cheered for his courage.

"You want to play?" Foster saw that it was an Asian, and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

In basketball, Asians have always been the weakest group due to their physical talents. Taking the NBA as an example, there is no shortage of excellent white and black players, but counting the number of Asians is really too easy.

So Foster's reaction was completely understandable, and he even asked with a hint of disdain, not wanting to play one-on-one with Tang Tian.

"I think your offense is a bit bad." Tang Tian didn't directly answer Foster, but instead spoke directly.

As soon as he said this, there was a burst of booing from the sidelines.

Streetball advocates freedom and also promotes being high-profile. Regardless of Tang Tian's strength, his high-profile way of speaking was very streetball.

Foster thought he had heard wrong, smiled and looked at Tang Tian, and when he saw that he didn't seem to be joking, the smile slowly disappeared.

"I think if I defend, you won't be able to score a single point in five shots." Tang Tian said calmly.

This time, whistles suddenly erupted from the sidelines.

This was not just high-profile, it was simply showing off! And the forced kind.

People on the sidelines were whispering to each other, wanting to know where Tang Tian came from, but no one knew. The only information they got was that he was a newcomer.

The unanimous conclusion was that Tang Tian was an ignorant young man.

But they also loved watching such young men, because the bigger the words he said now, the more miserable he would be abused by Foster later.

"Then let's do it." Foster was obviously a little irritated, didn't say much nonsense, and went directly to the three-point line.

"Wait a minute, we haven't agreed on the price yet." Tang Tian continued.

"How do you want to play?" Foster asked patiently.

Tang Tian held out five fingers.

"50 dollars a game?"

Tang Tian shook his head.

"Kid, are you kidding me? If you want to play for 5 dollars, go aside, I don't have time to play such a low-end game with you." Foster put away his posture, and his interest disappeared instantly.

His value in the streetball court was here, and he couldn't possibly play a 5-dollar game.

There was also a burst of booing from the sidelines. They didn't expect Tang Tian to say such big words at the beginning, but in the end, he chickened out.

"No." Tang Tian shook his head.

"It's 500 dollars." He continued.

After he finished speaking, the noisy crowd around suddenly quieted down.

500 dollars!

In streetball one-on-ones, 100 dollars was already an absolute high-end game. Even in New York, the birthplace of streetball culture, there was no such high price of 500 dollars, because if the price was any higher, they could play commercial games.

Commercial games have accompanying insurance clauses. If you can play commercial games, who would risk getting injured to play this kind of one-on-one game?

Foster also hesitated. 500 dollars was not a small amount for him, and he had never played for that much.

"Are you scared?" Tang Tian saw that Foster didn't respond, and asked back.

He was really afraid that he had said too much and scared Foster away, and that would be a big loss.

Scared, the expression on Foster's face obviously changed when he heard this word.

Tang Tian first said a lot of big words, then offered this incredible price, and now he asked him if he was afraid. This was like putting him on the fire step by step. If he didn't agree, it would be the same as admitting that he was a coward.

As a streetball player, being a coward was the most shameful thing, and it would be difficult to get by in the future.

"What exactly are you here to do?" Foster asked, looking at him.

"Me? I'm here to make money." Tang Tian replied.

After he said this, there were more whistles and louder cheers from the sidelines.

This was really too arrogant. If the person standing opposite was them, they would definitely have taken Tang Tian down!

"Okay, I accept." Foster said coldly.

Having been in the streetball scene for so long, he had never seen someone like Tang Tian.

Although he hadn't played professional games for a while, he had maintained his body very well. This summer, he was even planning to try his luck in the NBA Summer League. Unless it was an NBA-level player, it was impossible to win against him.

But how could an NBA-level player appear in this kind of place, and even say he was here to make money.

Those who can play in the NBA don't care about this kind of small money at all.

Even if the other party was a young player from another professional league, he wouldn't be able to prevent him from scoring a single point in five shots.

Seeing that Foster agreed, Tang Tian picked up the ball from the sidelines, stretched his joints a little, and then threw the ball to Foster.

"Let's go." He said, adopting a defensive posture.

Seeing that they were really going to fight, the fans at the scene also calmed down and stared at the court.

They were really curious about what gave Tang Tian such arrogant confidence.

"Professor, someone is playing a 500-dollar game over there." On a nearby court, a person ran to the sidelines and said to a hooded man.

"500? Who is it?" The man was also a little surprised.

"One is Killer, and the other is someone I don't recognize. He's an Asian." The person explained.

The hooded man was even more surprised. He knew Killer, who was a player very close to the NBA level. How could an Asian challenge him? And it was a 500-dollar game. This was really unheard of.

He nodded, and then went to the next court with the person.

Over there, Tang Tian and Foster's game had already begun.