NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 287 Paul Feeling Hot

Wearing the crotch perfectly, Paul was so proud that he waved his arms and motioned for the fans to applaud.

The applause sounded again, accompanied by bursts of screams.

Suns fans, experience another orgasm.

The most embarrassing one was Meng Hua, this ball was somewhat insulting.

Generally speaking, players seldom use this method of passing through the crotch, and use it more to pass the ball, but no one says it can't be done.

Because this kind of crotch wearing is not often encountered.

When it was the Lakers' turn to attack, James passed to Meng Hua, who was running without the ball. Meng Hua held the ball, and it was Paul who was facing off.

Meng Hua has the ball in his hands and doesn't dribble. Paul's defense is very good, and it is easy to make mistakes if he dribbles in front of him.

Meng Hua made a few fake moves, and Paul followed with his hands, but his footsteps didn't move much. He was afraid of being pierced by Meng Hua.

After probing for a few times, Meng Hua also saw what Paul was afraid of. He sneered in his heart, and let you clamp your legs tightly. I will let you go first.

With a feint to the right, he drew Paul's hand away. Meng Hua shot the ball one meter to the left, moved laterally and sprinted, and disappeared from Paul's face in one fell swoop.

It's not that the effect of wearing the crotch is also very good. He took a stride, caught up with the ball that had just left his hand, and picked the basket lightly before McGee blocked the shot.

Not a response, but a response.

Paul couldn't hold back his face a little bit. It was fine if he was defended by Meng Hua, but now he was being passed so easily. This ball suddenly brought out his desire to win.

The sun attacked, Paul's eyes spewed fire, eyes that wanted to eat people.

Meng Hua didn't care, and even patted his thigh on purpose, and hooked his index finger.

I'm very generous, don't talk about the ball, I don't mind if you get in.

Paul suppressed his anger and continued to call for cover.

He wants to attack, and only attack can calm his majestic anger.

No matter how many assists there are, it can't replace the feeling of being up and down with a knife.

McGee came up to screen from the inside. His screen quality was not very high, but it was enough.

Paul moved the ball horizontally, cut to one step inside the three-point line, looked back at Meng Hua, and pulled directly.

Swish!
The crisp sound of a goal.

This is Paul's mid-range shot, and it's still domineering.

In the Suns, there is an offensive master like Booker, and his duty is to control the ball. He rarely attacks continuously, but if the team needs it, he is still immortal.

When it was the Lakers' turn to attack, Paul took the initiative to switch to defend Meng Hua, and he also chose to stick to the defense. His hands were like flies and mosquitoes, dangling in front of Meng Hua from time to time.

The confrontation between him and Meng Hua was actually unfair. He had absolute possession of the ball, but Meng Hua did not. If he wanted to respond, he had to have the ball.

If you want the ball, you can only run to James.

Meng Hua didn't use to run, he walked slowly, leaving enough time for James to think, because James didn't take the initiative to signal him to step forward to cover.

Walking halfway, Meng Hua walked faster and faster, and finally the Hot Wheels turned and ran towards James at high speed.

Stab it!

Meng Hua stepped on the floor, and it seemed that there was a fire. Bridges, who was concentrating on defending James, was so frightened that his legs went limp on the spot.

James was overjoyed and dribbled the ball past Bridges.

Paul had to give up Meng Hua and switch to James.

James made a false pass, looked back at the moon with one move, and blasted the ball at Meng Hua.

With a shocking shot, Meng Hua took advantage of his strength and managed to catch the ball steadily. He glanced sideways at James, thinking that he was passing such a strong pass on purpose.

While Bridges was still acting stupid, Meng Hua kicked off the ground and blasted a three-pointer over his head.

Chaos, chaos, Monty was in a hurry, Labock went to the side and said a few words, and put him and Ayton back on the field.

What's the mess, I'm having a good time, Paul gave Monty a dissatisfied look.

Now that Booker and Ayton are on the court, Booker is responsible for running without the ball, and Ayton comes to cover me and watch me kill them with a mid-range shot.

Paul thought so, and he did so.

Booker's off-ball running position is a cover, and Ayton's screen is the real thing.

Ayton stamped his feet, stronger than the Tyrannosaurus Rex's hind legs, firmly blocking Meng Hua.

Paul moved sideways, turned around after one after another, shook off the thick eyebrows he had just played, and shot a three-pointer again.

He originally wanted a big two-pointer, but he was afraid of the long arms with thick eyebrows, so he changed his mind temporarily, turned around and retreated outside the three-point line.

Swish!
Paul hit again and again, his touch came, and whenever his touch came, it was often a quarter, not a few balls.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and the fans began to celebrate the festival.

James signaled his teammates not to panic, he dribbled the ball halfway, ready to play steadily.

When Meng Hua saw Paul scoring a goal, he wanted to go up to respond, pick and roll and cut outside. Paul chased the ball in time, and James was afraid of being intercepted, so he didn't play the ball.

James pushed Bridges, continued to dig inside, advanced to the inside, turned around and hit the board, but the ball hit the basket.

The Suns attacked, and Paul gave it to Booker, who was running without the ball. Unfortunately, Booker missed the ball and shot in a hurry, which was shot off by Rivers.

Westbrook grabs the ball, and everyone is running forward, choppy like the sea.

Westbrook drove the speedboat, far surpassing the wrecked boats everyone was sitting on. He took off within the three-point line with one step, took three steps towards the basket and made a tomahawk dunk.

With a powerful dunk, the basket was crumbling.

When Westbrook landed, James rushed to the bottom line, reached out and touched the turtle's head, very excited.

The return of the king of the tortoise, if the tortoise can play in such a state, why worry about not being able to pass the sun.

Meng Hua pointed to the basket and said with a charming smile, "Take it easy, you are too cruel."

Seeing the generals of the Lakers, you and me, Paul suppressed and roared, and didn't spray Booker.

Just run one position without the ball, shoot the ball, catch the ball poorly, and get cut when shooting the basketball. Have you played with your brain?
Pig brains!
Distraught Paul, just received the baseline ball, there is another fly "buzzing" next to him.

Paul dribbled the ball with a cat waist, and whispered: "What's the point of being so tight, do you think you can break my ball?"

"It can't be broken." Meng Hua replied truthfully.

"I can't stop why you are so active in grabbing." Paul seemed to have the initiative.

"I am willing." After Meng Hua finished speaking, he stuck it even tighter, full of affection.

Paul: "..."

Paul dribbles, and this time he wants to hit a double screen.

Ayton and Claude came up from the bottom line, like two goalkeepers, firmly clamping Meng Hua from left to right.

It's hard to have thick eyebrows, Paul chose to follow Westbrook who defended Crowder, and drifted to the right.

Westbrook had just finished dunking, and he followed Paul closely with all his strength.

Paul just finished drifting, and started the second level of drifting.

This time Westbrook couldn't keep up and watched him make a jumper to his left.

Paul felt so good that he was about to burn, and Westbrook didn't interfere at all, so how could he miss the shot?

Vogel put his hands on his hips, a little naturally dumbfounded.

It is completely acceptable to be scored by Paul, but Westbrook is completely unguarded and lies flat, but he cannot accept it.

Just as he was hesitating whether to make a substitution, Westbrook had already caught the ball, like clockwork, striding forward.

"Give him another chance!" Vogel thought to himself.

Vogel didn't trust the wrong person. Westbrook ran off the ball, received a pass from James, and made an empty cut to the basket.

If Westbrook can play off the ball, the Lakers have hope to win.

(End of this chapter)