NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 348
Nongmei's comprehensive strength was already higher than that of Ayton, but at this moment when he heard the opponent belittle him, he sharpened his sword even more, and his combat power suddenly increased tenfold.

Paul feels that the situation is not right, but he has already agreed with Ayton to raise his eyebrows. If he is not even given a chance, it will be too unreasonable.

When Paul took the ball, he seemed to hear Ayton slammed, and looked closely, but luckily the ball was still there.

Ayton hit Lidun, and for some reason, his thick eyebrows did not move, but Ayton staggered a few steps in the opposite direction.

"Throw it, lose it." Paul warned loudly. As soon as the words fell, Ayton, who was about to switch to the other side of the back, failed to protect the ball and was intercepted.

The stealer was thick eyebrows, he took advantage of the situation, threw the ball forward, chased after him, and firmly grasped the gap between offense and defense.

The sun receded quickly, but the thick eyebrows full of anger couldn't stop, even if there were thousands of mountains and rivers in front of him, he would not hesitate to wade through them.

In front of him is a flat surface, thick eyebrows speed up, speed up, speed up again, one step inside the three-point line, and the flying dragon is in the sky, taking three steps.

Paul, who retreated the fastest, wisely chose emergency hedging.

The thick eyebrows raised up like this are not a joke, and they can't be pulled back, so just be more magnanimous and let him live.

Thick eyebrows stretched out the ladder cloud, straight up to nine days to embrace the moon, pouring arms down from the sky, it is a dunk.

Bang!
Not only the basket, but the entire rack was shaking violently.

Paul felt his scalp go numb, thinking to himself, the backboard won't be smashed, but don't smash me.

Thick eyebrows are not O'Neill, and no matter how angry he is, he can't increase his quality.

But the scene was blown up by him.

Thick eyebrows are the favorite of Los Angeles fans. Seeing his performance, the fans waved their flags and cheered.

James has already hit it just now, and if he hits it again with thick eyebrows, the ball will be stable.

If they have a choice, they hope that the cornerstones of the team, James and Nongmei, will perform superbly.

As for the others, including Meng Hua who was getting more and more fierce, they still couldn't bring them so much joy.

To put it bluntly, Meng Hua has no foundation in the Lakers and doesn't have enough fans.

Not on any platform, not showy enough, just playing honestly, never having any controversy.

The media wanted to hype his and Thalia's cp, but he still refused to cooperate.

There is no gimmick. In this era of traffic, that is a big taboo. Reporters will not reject him, but they are not so active in writing about him.

No one praises it, and if it doesn't create a perfect character design, it will attract more limited fans.

If Meng Hua cooperates with the media, he can create many characters.

At worst, he can also play the inspirational card, from the unknown guardian of drinking water to the Lakers' starter.

It's a pity that there is no if, so although Meng Hua is popular, compared with his super-burning performance on the court, this popularity is far from enough.

Monty frowned, and faintly smelled danger, but there was no reason to call a timeout.

Let Paul adjust, no matter what tactics he plays, he must not play Ayton again.

Paul's eyes were burning, and he also felt that he could no longer beat Ayton, so he was going to find Booker.

Booker fell into the defensive trap of Rivers and James and did not run out of position.

Seeing that James was far away from Crowder, Paul raised his hand, put the probe on the ball, put on the wings, and flew steadily into Crowder's hand.

Claude jumped up, and a white shadow rushed over in the air.

It was Meng Hua, who chased from the bottom corner to a 45-degree angle.

Claude was taken aback. At this time, he was used to glancing to the right, and he saw that Bridges was a big empty seat.

go you.

Crowder collects the ball and pushes it to Bridges.

After all, he was not a guard. His movements are clumsy, but they are very practical, and the ball is passed to Bridges quickly and flatly.

Bridges made a jumper and hit a three-pointer.

Seeing that he was a big vacant seat, Meng Hua's heart skipped a beat.

It's over, definitely in.

Swish!
The ball strongly proved Meng Hua's judgment.

Why doesn't anyone rotate to guard him for me?
James spread his hands again, and said to Meng Hua, "Hua, you don't need to fill in for me. There's no need to play against Claude like this."

"If I don't wipe your ass for you, Claude will go in. That's a big vacancy. If you have my rotation speed, Bridges won't have a vacancy." Meng Hua cursed in his heart.

To tell the truth, it is indeed necessary to switch positions constantly as he thought.

But to complete this defense requires extremely high basketball IQ and physical strength.

James' golf quotient is definitely fine, but his physical strength is only 30 minutes, which is not enough to guarantee him to complete such a rotation switch.

Looking back, the Lakers attacked, and James still chose the thick eyebrows that were still angry.

The thick eyebrows did not disgrace the mission, and his body was fixed suddenly. Ayton flew three meters away, the thick eyebrows stopped his figure, and he raised his right hand lightly, and hit a low hand hit the board.

Looking at the dumbfounded Ayton, the anger in his thick eyebrows finally dissipated.

The Suns attacked, and Westbrook suddenly confronted, trying to squeeze Paul's living space through oppressive defense.

Paul made two fake moves, Westbrook couldn't find Bei immediately, and ran wildly behind Paul.

If it hadn't been for Meng Hua's rear-end collision and being called a foul, Paul really wanted to come to a sudden stop.

He still resisted this urge and prepared to humiliate Westbrook head-on.

Westbrook was out of breath and finally caught up with Paul in the Logo area.

In fact, rather than saying that he chased him, it might be better to say that Paul was waiting for him there.

James still half let Crowder go.

This time Booker was a feint, and Paul found Crowder, with his eyes and the ball.

Crowder received the ball, made a decisive decision, and made a jumper from outside the three-point line.

The last time he felt lonely, this time Meng Hua chose to watch the fire from the other side.

As long as you keep Bridges well, it's none of Crowder's business whether he scores or not?

Swish!
Crowder made a hollow three-pointer.

It was his first goal of the second quarter, and Claude was excitedly twisting his fat hips and bucket waist.

"James, your defense is only so good, you can't defend me at all."

Claude almost pressed James' ear and said something that made him blush.

James is not blushing for himself, but for his opponent.

He has scored 12 points in a single quarter and has a few assists. Claude still has face.

some.

Without morals, anything is possible.

Claude has an invincible face.

Paul received the ball, crossed the half court quickly, opened up his posture, and singled out Westbrook.

Westbrook used his strength to deduce what it means that although I can't defend, I worked hard to defend.

Westbrook is good at rushing to fight, but he is also afraid of others rushing to fight.

Facing Paul's training, he lost his center of gravity at least three times.

For the last time, he chose to give up his defense, and if he continued to adjust, he would be shaken and fell to the floor.

Paul broke through Westbrook and scored the ball with one hand.

He punched and roared, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he looked directly at Meng Hua.

Meng Hua chose to stare back, scolding all the time in his heart, it's not that I'm defending you, I've already watched from the other side, what are you looking at.

Paul made a gesture of pointing his sword at the arena, but unceremoniously pointed his finger at Meng Hua.

Meng Hua smiled and said to him, "Chris, your fingers are like onion roots."

Paul couldn't help asking, "What do you mean?"

Meng Hua said, "Like a woman."

Knowing that he had no good words, Paul wished he could slap himself.

Cheap or not, ask him why?
(End of this chapter)