Still no basket!

Anthony Beasley was on the verge of collapse—another put-back slam! And again, it was Blake Griffin!

The White Beast was showing off his hops without restraint, passing once more to the wide-open Rush!

Unfortunately, the rim was not friendly to the home team, the Wildcats, tonight. The ball circled the hoop and bounced out again.

The Wildcats fans sighed in disappointment, but no worries—Griffin jumped up once more!

Three consecutive put-back slams—this time, Griffin went straight over Anthony Beasley, going for a poster dunk!

Griffin's legs looked like they had springs attached, and Anthony Beasley was completely overwhelmed!

Bang!

The rim trembled!

That was Blake Griffin's 12th point of the night—he already had a double-double!

“Oh my god! And it’s only been 11 minutes!” exclaimed Reggie Miller.

The Wildcats’ home court was in a frenzy, fans chanting Blake Blake's name—Griffin was completely dominating the paint.

Brian Whitman couldn’t bear to watch anymore—not because he thought Griffin was bullying his team (he’d prepared for this before the game), but because he was worried Anthony Beasley's confidence would be completely shattered. After all, Davidson’s players are all top students, and Anthony Beasley had excellent grades. Brian Whitman exchanged a glance with Jennings, signaling Eric Bennett to start warming up.

With 6:57 left in the first half, Eric Bennett made his NCAA debut.

He subbed in for Anthony Beasley, who looked a bit dejected. After nearly thirteen minutes of play, he hadn’t scored a single point and only grabbed two rebounds. Such a performance was just too poor, and Griffin’s poster dunk and three consecutive put-backs made him start to doubt whether he was cut out for basketball.

“You played great, leave it to me.” Eric Bennett patted Anthony Beasley on the shoulder. After all, he was grateful that this big guy always made time to help him with one-on-one training every day.

“Lin, Blake is really strong…” Anthony Beasley felt a bit better and reminded Eric Bennett.

Eric Bennett nodded.

Of course he knew how strong Blake Griffin was.

Although in the future, people would re-rank the 2009 draft and say Harden and Curry were better than Griffin, at this stage, absolutely no one dared to question Blake Griffin’s status as the number one pick. Even if the Clippers had to pick again, they’d still choose Blake Griffin.

If you haven’t been dunked on by Griffin, you can’t even say you’ve played against the Clippers. Even Gasol took a “dunk of the century” from him.

Eric Bennett was a bit taller than Griffin, but compared to Griffin’s muscles, his own frame looked a bit lacking.

“The Wildcats have subbed in their backup center, a center from China. Oh, there really are a lot of big men in China,” commented Reggie Miller, whose impression of China was basically just “big men.”

It was the Wildcats’ turn to attack. The score was 29 to 37. If it weren’t for Curry hitting threes and keeping them alive with free throws, this game would have been over already.

“Stephen, watch your fouls.” Eric Bennett pinched Curry’s baby face.

Stephen Curry nodded. Without the reminder, you wouldn’t know—Curry already had two fouls.

“Let’s start our pick and roll!” Curry trusted his chemistry with Eric Bennett, and he also believed in Eric Bennett’s outside shooting. After all, growing up, Curry rarely lost any three-point contests, not even to his NBA sharpshooter dad after he got to high school.

In the stands, Dell Curry’s gaze was also drawn to Eric Bennett. Was this the roommate Stephen said suddenly grew 40 centimeters taller?

But he looked so skinny—could he withstand Blake Griffin’s punishment?

But then Dell Curry thought of his own son and couldn’t help but laugh at himself. Hadn’t he also doubted Stephen’s ability to play basketball in high-intensity games?

Dell Curry remembered when he used his connections, but Duke and UNC were only willing to offer Stephen a walk-on spot, and the stubborn look in Stephen’s eyes at that time.

Dell Curry had never thought Stephen would make it to the NBA—he was just too skinny.

“Your son will make big money in the future. Come to my team, I’ll give him a full scholarship, and he’ll be my scoring core.” Brian Whitman, the magical coach, had once moved the whole Curry family with these words.

Chapter 008: Stephen’s New Pick-and-Roll Partner

Blake Griffin looked at his opponent in front of him with some dissatisfaction.

Eric Bennett had a rather delicate appearance, but in Griffin’s eyes, this kind of skinny tall guy just wasn’t cut out for basketball. And that delicate face—Griffin thought it looked effeminate. Hmph! Not every Chinese big man is Yao.

Griffin decided to let this Chinese big man experience the intensity of the NCAA.

The Wildcats inbounded the ball from the backcourt. Stephen Curry brought the ball up. Griffin suddenly realized why he didn’t like Eric Bennett—because, like Curry, he didn’t have the strong body for basketball. But last year, when Stephen was just a freshman, he’d already left Griffin with plenty of bad memories.