NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 166 Your son is pretty good, is he his own?

The Hornets took the lead, and the ball dad became active, showing off to his friends: "Playing basketball is not a pile of statistics. Many fools only look at the score. You see, my son didn't score, but he still defeated Meng Hua."

He finally had a bottom line, and he didn't say that he would blow Meng Hua up.

His friend said: "You still have to be sure, James scored 40 points, that...hehe, he also scored a lot of points, but it was useless and couldn't help his teammates."

The two talked freely, ignoring the strange eyes around them.

If others ignore him, Dad Qiu will not be happy. If he does not cause trouble, he will not be Dad Qiu.

He got very close to the Lakers bench and started yelling at the players.

"LeBron, how does it feel to cut in the air?"

James was lowering his head and biting his nails, and ignored him.

"Russell, why are you so unknown, you have to bark like a dog."

Wei Shao turned his head, stood up and glared at King Kong, but Dad Qiu felt timid himself.

After a quiet meeting, he started acting like a demon again.

"Huaxia puppy, your wife ran away with someone."

Meng Hua was speechless, he didn't have a wife, so he didn't feel this kind of blow.

At this time, Sanqiu walked from the Hornets bench to the Lakers, stood in Thalia's row, and communicated with his father excitedly.

The two became more and more excited, and the Hornets hurried forward to pull back the three goals, for fear that he would become irrationally excited in a fit of anger.

The turmoil is over, and it is calm.

Meng Hua got up and turned around, and said to Dad Qiu, "Old Dog of the Magnesium Country, your son is pretty good, is he his own?"

Daddy Qiu was furious, wrapped a water glass in a towel, and threw it at Meng Hua with all his strength.

The towels were scattered in the air, the water glass was overturned, and the goddess scattered flowers, pouring them on a bald head in the second row.

Flying catastrophe, the bald head reacted quickly, tore off the towel, and rushed backwards.

It's been a long time since I didn't like you.

The two punched and kicked each other, pecking at each other.

The security guards surrounded them and expelled the two of them without any explanation.

Dad Qiu was driven by the security guards, and he kept cursing the Huaxia dog with his mouth full of fragrance.

His friend cooperated very well and recorded the whole scene.

The father of the ball came to watch the ball under the banner of cheering for his son. He originally came here for the traffic. He was able to make such a gimmick. He earned his blood.

The bald man who fought with him lost money, not to mention being utterly chilled, and it has not yet been regarded as the fourth quarter.

Meng Hua called out the old dog of the country of magnesium, and the faces of his teammates changed.

Although it was Qiu Daddy who called Huaxia puppy first, they didn't feel the same way when they scolded Huaxia, so naturally they didn't think there was anything wrong.

It's like when someone around us says that black people have low IQ, we just smile knowingly.

And if someone insults Huaxia's IQ, we immediately feel greatly insulted.

Meng Hua also understands this truth. He has been in Magnesia for more than two years, and he has been looked down upon by others, but it is all about his personal skills, and it is all in private, so he rarely responds.

Now he has made a name for himself. In such a public place, how could he not respond when someone pointed his nose at Huaxia Dog?
What time is it, your superior arrogance should have been put away long ago.

None of the teammates said anything, but they felt Meng Hua's majestic anger and the chill in his eyes, which made them all shiver.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, the score was behind by 3 points.

Taking into account Monk's touch, Vogel changed to start again.

This also meant that he encouraged Meng Hua to let go and go it alone, at least in this case.

Rozier showed his poisonous sting, and as soon as he came up, he was disarmed. Facing Westbrook's ultimate block, he made a difficult drifting three-pointer.

"Hitt." Westbrook cursed secretly. He rarely blocked shots like this. He clearly thought the ball could be blocked, but he didn't expect his opponent to drift sideways for so long.

"It's just a touch, let's kill him next." Meng Hua, who served the ball, said to Westbrook.

Conflict with James is to represent your own position, but you can't have conflicts with all teammates, and you will be isolated.

Westbrook laughed and said, "Killing people is against the law."

He patted the ball and said, "But slaughtering dogs is not illegal."

He has already figured it out, there are dogs everywhere, and Meng Hua is scolding Qiu's father, not him.

Rozier just played one, and he kept swaying next to Westbrook.

Westbrook controlled his impulse and passed the ball to Meng Hua. This time the bottom corner was no man's land, and he quickly captured it.

Dad was kicked out, although it was his own fault, but Meng Hua was the instigator.

The anger of the three goals rose, and he stepped forward to defend.

The two advanced and retreated, Meng Hua was forced to the Logo area, he pulled to the right, his body paused, looked up at the basket, and joined the ball with his right hand.

No, he's about to make a move.

I remembered that he made 3 logo three-pointers in a row, and the three goals flew forward, so he could only prevent the shots but not the sudden ones.

Meng Hua was falsely merging the ball. When he was about to touch the ball with his right hand, he diverted to explore downwards. Maybe there was a better one waiting for him.

Seeing that his opponent was shot, he changed direction again and broke through the opponent from the left.

This ball is a fake shot.

"It's a good shot to worship Buddha." The silver-haired commentator shouted excitedly, forgetting to criticize Meng Hua.

"This is stealing from Curry, the movements are too similar." The young commentator praised Meng Hua to the height of Curry.

The silver-haired commentator snorted coldly: "Why Curry, I remember Irving is also such an extraordinary master."

"Oh, then steal from Owen."

"Why Owen?" The silver-haired commentator continued to object.

The young man reacted quickly, and changed his words: "Could it be self-invented, well, Meng Hua has a wild imagination, and he may also comprehend these movements by himself."

The silver-haired commentator shook his head and said, "When I was in the Cavaliers, Irving and LeBron were teammates. They must have learned from each other at that time. After Meng Hua came to the Lakers, LeBron taught him."

The young man glanced at him and said in a low voice, "I've never seen LeBron do this kind of technical move, but Melo has done it before."

The silver-haired commentator said with a smile: "LeBron will definitely, but he doesn't need these bells and whistles. He has a strong body, so he can just push in."

Seeing that he was unquestionable and refused to accept rebuttals, the young commentator did not dwell on this issue any longer.

On the field, Meng Hua had already entered.

Hayward gave up the defensive players and chased after Meng Hua. He was not as fast as Meng Hua, but he was stuck in the inner lane and still had an advantage.

The advantage was only temporary, Meng Hua took two steps like lightning, forcing the outside lane to overtake.

In an instant, Hayward's advantage turned into a disadvantage, and he was half a step behind Meng Hua.

Meng Hua didn't take three steps, that was his usual move.

This time, he chose to continue dribbling the ball to the basket, and the Hornets' big center really rushed up.

Meng Hua jumped up and smashed Huashan.

There are no mountains in front of me.

No, there are mountains, and the Hornets big center is looking up at the mountains.

Plumlee didn't even take off, not because he didn't jump, but because his opponent was so fast that he didn't have time to react.

Meng Hua succeeded in dunking, turned around to find three goals, and defended on the spot.

Unbearable with three goals, he hesitated, turned and ran to the frontcourt. Rozier and his teammates can do this kind of dribbling across the half court.

The two figures reached the left bottom corner almost at the same time, and then circled to the right bottom corner, starting the race again.

Rozier stood up again, made a false pass, assisted Plumlee with a heavy dunk at the basket.

Plumlee roared up to the sky, expressing his resentment for being heavily detained by Meng Hua, but it was a pity that it was not Meng Hua who defended him, and the resentment still could not be completely dispelled.

The Lakers attacked, three goals to see James holding the ball, he happened to be close, and took the initiative to step forward to defend.

"I'm not afraid of Meng Hua, but just to guard against the more aggressive James."

The more he thought about it, the more satisfied he was with this choice, it was a genius.

There is not much difference in height and wingspan between the two, but there is a large difference in weight.

James chose to play back. Strictly speaking, he hit three goals is not called a back hit. He didn't see him exert his strength, so he went in with a swipe.

When the bottom is the more dangerous, James couldn't help it, and turned around and wanted to shoot.

On both sides are Hayward and Plumlee who are eyeing each other.

As soon as James shot the ball, two white shadows flew out of thin air, scrambling to be the first to slap his shot.

White people can fly too!
Meng Hua moved lightly, ran to the middle to catch James' pot, and made a steady jump shot.

He was in the air, and he thought elatedly: The three-pointer is so accurate, this ball is easy to catch, what's wrong with James, why don't I rely on me to wipe his ass.

Bang!
The ball actually hit the iron.

It was only a few meters away, Meng Hua was speechless, but fortunately the ball bounced towards him again, he took a step forward, jumped up and made a tip-in.

Shoot three-pointers when floating on the outside, and dunk when rushing to the inside, so shooting from this distance seems simple, but if the strength is not mastered, it is easy to hit iron.

Meng Hua was not so happy about being messed up like this, and he didn't care to talk to James in his heart.

Westbrook came over and said to him, "Okay, I made an offensive rebound."

As if this was the case, Meng Hua straightened his spine and marched to the front line.

Sanqiu was scratching his head and scratching his head, thinking hard about a solution.

He can choose James on the defensive end, but he can only be selected on the offensive end. Meng Hua is still the lingering mad dog.

Rozier saw the three balls and ran to the top of the arc. Meng Hua seemed to be far away, and he passed the three balls.

Meng Hua was pulled one step away on purpose, the opponent kept running around, not suitable for Panasonic, he couldn't even catch the ball, how could he attack?

Without offense, there is no way to humiliate him with defense.

After receiving the three balls, he didn't dribble, and kept using tentative steps.

Stretch your feet, recycle.

Stretch your feet, recycle.

He stretched his feet a third time, this time taking smaller steps.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Meng Hua lowered his center of gravity and was ready to take off and seal the cover at any time.

After receiving the three balls, he really jumped up and shot.

Meng Hua had been prepared for a long time, and with a move of the tiger, his left arm swelled several inches, covering the three balls.

This take-off, the serve first, the three balls were unexpected, he bounced so fast, he was taken aback, took the ball in his busy schedule, tucked in his abdomen, dodged the palm of Meng Hua, and shot the ball.

This ball showed his strain to the fullest.

"No matter what I say, he is also the best rookie. He can't break through you. It's not like playing in front of you."

A long-lost smile appeared on the corner of Sanqiu's mouth.

This ball feels pretty good, it should be able to score, as long as one can be scored, there will be a second, a third...

Snapped!
Dodge the left hand, but not the right hand.

Just as he was receiving the ball, Meng Hua's right palm covered him silently and slapped the ball hard.

James stabbed with his long arm and walked away.

Meng Hua landed on the ground, smiled and said to Sanqiu: "Huaxia people are very hospitable, so what if you don't eat hot pot."

He was obviously smiling, but the more he looked at the three balls, the more frightened he became, and goosebumps arose.

(End of this chapter)