NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 167 Huanglong Tianxiang
It was the Hornets attack again, three goals decisively gave up holding the ball, whoever likes to hit whoever hits, I will definitely not accompany you.

You can't just do nothing on the field. Running all the time is not enough to attract Meng Hua's defense, so he changed to his teammates as cover.

This adjustment is still somewhat effective. The Lakers are not good at defending against pick-and-rolls, and the three-goal surprise cover still plays a role.

The embarrassment on the offensive end was temporarily relieved, but the problem on the defensive end came again.

Head coach Borrego didn't adjust his defensive strategy, Meng Hua's state, and his teammates were unwilling to defend him.

I didn't pay attention to it for one or two rounds, let Sanqiu seize the opportunity to switch defenses, and most of the time, his teammates were very good.

Three goals still have to face Meng Hua.

The more Meng Hua played, the more energetic he became, holding the ball across the half court, and he deliberately stopped in the Logo area.

The three-point shot from the three-point line is like an old monk. If you want to shoot, you can shoot.

Outbreak prevention?

Then I will kill you suddenly.

Meng Hua dribbled the ball and slowly approached the three-ball.

The three balls looked like an iron king standing in front of Meng Hua, but the pain in his heart was such that he almost knelt down.

Brother Hua, just vote, don't...don't.

The louder you shout, the more excited you will be, even if it's from the bottom of your heart.

Meng Hua saw through his bravado and got closer and closer. Westbrook told him during the break that he would beat the dog in the water.

In the state of three goals, as long as he breaks to the left, he can pass him in one step, and then there is a broad road.

To be on the safe side, he still made a fake move to the right shrugging, and then took a lightning-fast step to the left, the fastest step in history.

As he expected, three goals were passed in one step.

The more afraid of his speed in the three balls, the more he will take fake moves, the center of gravity has been lost, and the city defense is wide open.

After being teased all night, he felt evil from his heart, stretched out his right foot and muttered: I will let you pass.

Meng Hua was riding his horse and galloping wildly, but unexpectedly, the other party used a tripping rope, his right foot was hooked, he lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground with a crash.

The moment he fell to the ground, he stubbornly threw the ball in his hand.

The ball bounced a few times around the rim and fell into the net feebly.

Bang!
Meng Hua also fell powerlessly to the ground.

beep!
No matter how blind the referee is, it is impossible not to award the ball and add a penalty!

The fans once again set off a raging wave of excitement, and then they suddenly stopped because Meng Hua didn't get up.

I saw the Lakers players running to Meng Hua's side, but Meng Hua signaled not to help him.

It's over, it won't hurt.

The fans opened their eyes wide and held their breath, fearing that their worries would become reality.

Vogel stretched his neck, he would rather lose than accept Meng Hua's injury.

At this moment, time seemed to stop. In the huge venue, there was no sound at all, and the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

Thalia's heart was beating wildly, and her eyes were above her head when she was young and famous. She didn't know why she was so nervous about someone she didn't know at all.

Seeing that Meng Hua did not get up for a long time, the team doctor rushed into the field and asked about his injury.

Meng Hua frowned, stretched out his hand to touch his swollen ankle, stretched out his foot and shook it, then stood up by himself, signaling to his teammates that he was fine.

The silver-haired commentator finally let go of his hanging heart, and launched a moral trial on the three goals in a rapid fire.

"Bauer's action is not playing, but killing. I have been commenting on basketball for decades, and I have never seen such a shameless foul. The NBA should severely punish this kind of action. Meng Hua once called him a Chinese dog. As a Chinese, I was very uncomfortable when I heard Chinese people being scolded. But from this ball, we can see why Meng Hua called him a Chinese dog. Now, on behalf of myself, I want to say to Ball, yes, you are the Chinese dog in Meng Hua's mouth."

The old man was talking about being a teenager, and watching the old master roaring hoarsely, the young commentator suddenly realized that he was far from being on the road.

To be honest, this is a slightly malicious stretching of the feet, which is far better than some players who step on their feet, but under the exaggeration of the silver-haired commentator, this kind of action has been characterized as heinous.

The young commentator knew that three goals would be troublesome.

Under the thunderous applause of the audience, Meng Hua walked to the free throw line.

James signaled the audience to be quiet so as not to interfere with Meng Hua's free throw.

Just now, he reached out to pull Meng Hua with his teammates, not wanting to be rejected, but he knew that Meng Hua didn't know if he was injured, so he didn't dare to let his teammates pull him.

Meng Hua took a deep breath and made a steady free throw.

The applause sounded again, mixed with screams and roars that made people fall into madness.

Borrego hurriedly asked for a timeout, and then switched rhythms in an instant, boos abounded.

After the timeout, Borrego scored three goals and Vogel also replaced Meng Hua.

Although he said he was fine, he couldn't be careless, and his ankle was swollen, which was visible to the naked eye.

When this happened during the regular season, he continued to insist that he wanted to play. Meng Hua was the first one he saw.

This Chinese man is too rigid.

After three goals, the Hornets were activated again. The lack of a sluggish main player sometimes stimulated the bloodiness of the substitute.

On the other hand, the Lakers players seem to be worried about injury and play too cautiously.

When Meng Hua left the field, they were still leading by 1 point. After 4 minutes, they were already behind by 5 points.

James turned on the killing mode, but he was helpless with two fists and four hands.

With only 4 minutes left, the Hornets still failed to score three goals. Vogel couldn't wait any longer and requested a timeout.

Regardless of whether the opponent scores three goals or not, he will score Meng Hua.

In this game, James and Meng Hua are like gods descending from heaven. If they lose, it will hurt morale too much.

James glanced at Meng Hua's swollen ankle, hesitated for a while and didn't speak. He didn't want his younger brother to take risks, but he didn't want to take the initiative to talk to him either.

So he secretly stabbed Westbrook, looked at the floor, and coughed a few times.

Westbrook asked: "LeBron, are you okay, do you want to rest?"

James squinted at him, cursed secretly, rest your sister, if I rest again, do I still have to fight?
Of course Westbrook knew his purpose. He squatted down, pointed at Meng Hua's ankle, and asked, "Hua, are you really okay? This is not a joke. If you have a problem with Sanqiu, you have to protect yourself. Besides, you have completely blown him up tonight."

Westbrook was concerned about his injury, and Meng Hua almost burst into tears. He just didn't want to talk more about his conflict with Sanqiu, because he was soft and not tough.

He patted his ankle, stood up, and said: "It's a flaw, it's okay. He called me a Huaxia dog. I must fix him severely tonight, but it's not enough to blow him up. We will definitely win tonight, as I said."

After he finished speaking, he rushed to the court, ran to the basket to exercise his muscles and bones, and jumped up to make a dunk.

In addition to applause, or applause.

The silver-haired commentator went crazy: "Meng Hua, come on, beat the dog Bauer of Magnesia."

After this game, he is likely to be punished, and he doesn't care anymore.

The DJ at the scene was also crazy, his voice was already smoking, and he was roaring with five times overclocking.

Aunt Jenny, who was watching the game in the front row, secretly decided that such a player who can play and stimulate the audience's hormones must not be missed.

When the timeout expired, the Hornets did not play Ball. In order to protect him, the head coach decided to let him study hard on the bench.

It was Ubre who replaced the three goals.

He had just arrived beside Meng Hua and was about to spread his long arms when Meng Hua said coldly, "Why is it you? Where is the dog Sanqiu? Go and call him up."

"My..." Oubre became angry.

After only one glance at Meng Hua, he shut up.

Eyes can really kill, he shuddered and subconsciously took a step back.

This pair of eyes is only possessed by beasts, no, beasts never have such terrifying eyes;

These eyes shot out cold lights, and at this moment, he didn't even dare to move.

He finally understood why Bauer was so often tonight.

He finally understood how ridiculous it was to ridicule Bauer in secret.

The clown turned out to be me!

Meng Hua pulled out.

Bend your knees.

Kick off.

catapult.

Raise your hand.

stare.

Pull the ball.

The ball flew out slowly, as if by magic of slow motion, Meng Hua even felt that the ball was jumping frame by frame.

What Ubre saw was another world.

Meng Hua in front of him disappeared with a whoosh, and when he saw Meng Hua again, he was already hovering high in the air.

Huanglong spat out a fireball, and blasted towards his own city like lightning.

Too late, too late, he turned his head, just in time to see the fireball explode and blast open the city gate.

The dragon was breathing fire, and flames were scorching everywhere, but Oubre seemed to be shot by an ice bullet. His body slowly curled up, and Meng Hua in front of him turned into a giant dragon, a dragon from the east.

The Hornets attacked and Oubre also started running.

He doesn't know what tactics to run, he just knows that when he runs, his teammates can't pass the ball to him.

He doesn't want to catch the ball, even in transition.

Don't want to play outside, the Hornets had to attack inside.

There is no player with zero offensive ability in the NBA, and Jeff Ayers can be counted as half.

But Plumlee is not Ayers. Facing James, he unexpectedly played a post-up single and ate one of James.

The score stretched to four points, Meng Hua caught the ball and quickly passed the half court.

Time is running out, and to race against it, the Hornets players faintly surround James, who cannot and does not want to pass the ball to him.

Seeing that the opponent quickly returned to the defense without any flaws, Meng Hua did not attack rashly, passed the ball back to Westbrook, and ran to the left corner.

As a right-handed player, most people like to attack from the right side of the basket. Meng Hua's shooting percentages on the left and right sides are not much different, so he is placed in the left corner.

Many times, you are placed in a position that everyone dislikes, not because of your low ability, but because of your good ability.

Westbrook is now the bridge connecting Meng Hua and James. He passed the hand to James, and buried himself in a 45-degree angle on the left wing.

James is at the top of the arc, watching his teammates move.

Westbrook with his left hand on his hip, Meng Hua with his right hand on his hip, Rivers was being pursued desperately, and Tucker didn't want to pass.

So he had to go it alone. His dribbling was not flashy and his posture was not good-looking, but it was functional.

After two changes of direction, he started, passed Hayward, and went inside.

The opponent's big center acts as the patron saint of the basket under the basket.

James penetrated too deep and had no room to shoot. When the ball was about to make a mistake, he slammed the ball to Westbrook.

Westbrook caught the ball, chased the cicada in eight steps, rushed inside, and flew high.

In the air, he suddenly felt something was wrong, as if he was not flying high enough.

The opponent leaped high to block the shot, Westbrook had no choice but to turn his head, Meng Hua had already run from the bottom corner to a 45-degree angle, ready to meet the teammates who failed in the second wave of attacks.

Westbrook pouted his butt and passed the ball awkwardly.

Meng Hua caught the ball and shot with his hand raised.

At this point in the game, whoever has the physical strength to block the shot is just pretending to come forward.

Overestimated the opponent, did not pounce at all.

brush!
A hollow ball.

The venue was shaken, and the celebration was more vigorous than any previous celebration.

The score was still one point behind, and Meng Hua, who returned to defense, was stunned, a little confused.

He looks to the big screen, which is displaying his score for the night.

He was surprised to find that without knowing it, he actually scored 50 points.

(End of this chapter)