NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 125 Change of Rhythm

Everything in the universe has its own rhythm.

The movement of celestial bodies, the change of seasons, the ebb and flow of tides, as small as a woman's monthly thing.

Playing also requires rhythm.

The rhythm of a smart player is to be good at grasping the rhythm of others.

Meng Hua was as fast as lightning, rushed into the penalty area and dunked, but he was not reckless.

Prior to this, he had observed the positions of the Grizzlies players and rehearsed the scene in his mind when he rushed in.

Before Jackson landed, he sped up and then took a three-step dunk. Unless there are springs under his feet, he will definitely not be able to cover himself.

Adams was in the short corner on the right, and he was standing very straight, and at his speed, by the time he got started, he was already flying.

Brooks is flirting with James. His taste is very unique. In his eyes, James seems to be a transgender person. His eyes are full of tenderness and sweetness, and he obviously doesn't care about himself.

Bane is chasing after him madly. His body is very strong, but his instant start speed is mediocre. He squeezed in front of him, and he couldn't block himself.

The last one left was Morant, who couldn't be seen in sight, but Meng Hua knew that he was outside the three-point line on the weak side, and if he wanted to block himself, he might have to have Bolt's speed.

Meng Hua was fearless, and rushed in three steps. As expected, only Adams did not give up, but he rushed to Meng Hua and wisely did not take off.

It doesn't matter to him to be the background board, anyway, he often does it, but he has to give up if he should give up, otherwise he will pay a foul.

Bang!
Meng Hua dunked his hands heavily. After landing, he didn't celebrate and ran back to the half court to defend silently.

The ball was just an accident. Tucker was blocked offensively, and he was lucky to seize the opportunity, which also shows that the team's offense is a bit out of control.

Defense is the beginning of offense. Only by doing a good job of defense first and disrupting the enemy's rhythm can we be truly invincible.

Otherwise, if you throw a three-pointer and I throw a three-pointer, it's a shooting game, not basketball.

Morant was dancing and talking to Bain and Brooks. Obviously he was not very satisfied with this defense.

He is great and has many privileges, but most of the time, what he feels is responsibility.

Bain and Brooks nodded frequently, and Morant was satisfied, and halftime passed.

Meng Hua knew that they must be discussing tactics, but he couldn't guess whether they were talking about offense or defense.

So his nephew played the lantern - as usual, continued to close down Brooks.

The Grizzlies attacked, Jackson made a false screen, and quickly dismantled it.

Bain at the basket made a screen for Brooks. When he was covering his teammates, his teammates were also moving, and they were also covering him.

Except for the two defenders Meng Hua and Melon, everyone's eyes were fixed on Morant holding the ball.

Bain spread his tendon-filled arms and used both hands and feet to block Meng Hua.

His feet were clean, but his hands were suspect.

The referee turned a blind eye, and Meng Hua lost the defending Brooks under his big hand block.

Seeing that Meng Hua couldn't make it through, Melon immediately changed defenses.

Brooks turned sideways and took the lead in getting stuck.

Just then, Morat's ball arrived.

With invincible vision and scalpel-like passing, this ball is so comfortable to feed.

Brooks received the ball, leaned against Melo with his strength, leaned back and bounced him away, and dunked with both hands under the basket.

Melon didn't dare to reach out, he had already lost 2+1 just now.

He worked very hard. If he had the physical fitness at his peak, he could get up on the spot and slap Brooks away.

But at his peak, he didn't have such a defensive attitude.

In order to realize his dream of being a champion, he put down his identity and wandered around. When he came to the Lakers, he changed a lot. He still has fuel in his fuel tank. He hopes that his career will have a perfect ending.

On the other side, Meng Hua stretched out his hand to take the ball when Brooks squatted down to pick it up, but the opponent also paid great attention to protecting the ball, so he didn't even take out his body hair, so he had to watch Brooks dunk.

Just like Brooks eagerly watched him rush into the paint just now, tit for tat.

Brooks hung up the basket, stretched his legs and hit Meng Hua intentionally or unintentionally.

Meng Hua quickly dodged to avoid this dirty air attack.

Brooks landed on the ground, stretched his fingers to the sky above the stadium, gave Meng Hua a provocative look, and flung his butt in an exaggerated way to retreat.

When Meng Hua was in the Grizzlies, Brooks took good care of him.Now the two are in a hostile relationship. His philosophy of life and his ex-girlfriend who gave birth to his child can be ignored, let alone his ex-teammates.

Some people are like this, treating their friends like a warm spring breeze, and treating their enemies like a bitter winter wind.

The home fans were ignited by Brooks' ecstasy ass dance, and responded enthusiastically, drumming up the atmosphere of the game.

Meng Hua tried his best to restrain his emotions, but he was still disturbed. Out of gratitude, he could only be beaten passively, and he didn't want to fight back.

No, he didn't want to fight back with a provocative way, he wanted to fight back with pure and clean basketball.

Under the Lakers basket, Meng Hua and Melon also cross-screened like the Grizzlies did just now.

Bain and Jackson laughed secretly. It's just the two of you who still want to hit the basket. They didn't rush after seeing the Lakers' intentions. They didn't even move, and they automatically switched defenses.

If our tactics are so easy to learn, you don't need to train.

James on the left wing pushed the ball to his chest, but it didn't pass.

It is not a good choice to let Meng Hua and Melon play the basket, it is better to do it yourself.

A purple-gold shadow ran out from under the basket. It was Meng Hua. His speed was so fast that the air kept fluctuating.

Jackson was a bit slow to start, but he was tall and long, and he chased after Meng Hua closely without losing his defensive position.

Halfway through the run, Meng Hua braked and made a gesture to run back to the left corner.

squeak!
Jackson braked urgently, and his ankle also exerted force to the left bottom corner.

That's all, who can be fooled?
Meng Hua swayed, exerted strength on the soles of his feet, and took another step in the opposite direction to James.

Jackson has a relatively high center of gravity, and it is a bit difficult for him to follow this time.

He twisted his ankle again, forcibly ejected in the opposite direction, and threw himself at Meng Hua and James.

As soon as he took a step, Meng Hua braked again and shot in the opposite direction like an arrow.

This time it was his ultimate intention. He popped out with all his strength, shifted his shape, and reached the left bottom corner in an instant.

When the ball arrives, James' vision and passing skills are comparable to that of a magician. As soon as Meng Hua's figure started, he passed an early pass.

Comfortable!

Meng Hua secretly sighed in his heart. He activated the magician's passing skills, and the balls he passed were of this level.

Meng Hua bent his knees and squatted down, lifted up again, raised his arms, and aimed at the net.

A black shadow pounced in the air, the entire left bottom corner was dimmed, and the black cloud was overwhelming the city.

Jackson is already the top offensive and defensive player in the league, and his number of blocked shots ranks first in the league, precisely because of this spirit of never giving up.

Meng Hua lowered his hand and put the ball on his waist.

Jackson flew high and fast, swooping past him like a giant bird, off the sideline, and toward the fans.

Meng Hua even heard the terrified voices of the fans on the sidelines.

(End of this chapter)