NBA: Art is trash talk

Chapter 23

After 9 minutes in the first quarter, several main players including He Xinghui were replaced one after another.

In the second half, He Xinghui took three shots and only scored one three-pointer. This is his true level.

However, because the Pistons paid too much attention to He Xinghui, Maggette played brilliantly.

After the first quarter, the Clippers led by six points 30-24.

Among them, He Xinghui scored 13 points and 3 assists.

On the field, the substitutes were pecking at each other, while He Xinghui and his teammates were chatting and laughing off the field.

"You said, what if I go to provoke the fans of the next Pistons now, and then detonate a battle at the Palace of Auburn Hills, will it be interesting?"

He Xinghui asked.

"No, no, no, it's not fun at all. Calm down, buddy, it's not necessary."

Kaman was so frightened that he quickly hugged He Xinghui. He could see now that He Xinghui is the kind of person who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and likes to make troubles.

"Hey, I missed another chance to become famous. Think about it, how many people can recognize and remember you after you have played your whole life honestly. But if you have a fight with the fans, you will soon be able to famous."

He Xinghui said with emotion.

Jackson's career was unremarkable. If it weren't for the Palace of Auburn Hills battle, how could he have won the title of Martial Saint.

"This kind of fame, don't worry about it."

Kaman is an adult, and he was not easily fooled by He Xinghui's fallacies.

Halfway through the second quarter, He Xinghui and Kaman were replaced again, enjoying the main treatment.

Seeing He Xinghui play, Pistons head coach Saunders panicked inexplicably.

When He Xinghui was taking a break just now, the Pistons played very well and gradually equalized the score.

For this kind of battle that knows the bottom line, Sanders handles it with ease.

However, once the uncertain factor of He Xinghui appeared, he began to have a headache.

He Xinghui's strength and technical characteristics are still a mystery to him.

Let's say He Xinghui is very strong. It was not obvious in the second half of the first quarter just now. It is not worth spending too much energy on him.

Let's say He Xinghui is not strong, he started five times in a row and performed amazingly.

Now Sanders is not daring to underestimate He Xinghui, but he is also unwilling to pay attention to him, and he is very entangled.

"Sean, you switch defenses with Richard, and you are responsible for nailing down the No. 60 rookie."

Sanders told Prince.

As the game continued, He Xinghui was helpless when he noticed that his defender had become Prince.

Prince is very low-key on the court, and he is also very low-key in life. There is absolutely nothing to complain about.

Therefore, He Xinghui chose to continue piercing Hamilton's heart.

"Hey, why did you come to guard me? What about the ugly guy who guarded me just now, was he given up by the coach?"

He Xinghui spoke very loudly, not to mention Hamilton who was only two steps away, even Ben under the basket could hear him.

Prince reached out his hand expressionlessly, and took the basketball out of He Xinghui's hand, making He Xinghui pay the price of breaking his mouth.

He Xinghui retreated in embarrassment.

Fortunately, when any player is intercepted, Dun Levy didn't take He Xinghui's mistake to heart.

On the defensive end, He Xinghui has the right to choose, and he continues to defend against Hamilton.

At the same time, he didn't learn his lesson and was still talking about it.

"Are you wearing this mask to cover up your ugliness? I suggest black. A transparent mask will only make you look uglier."

He Xinghui 'kindly' reminded.

At this time, Hamilton had to wear a mask to protect his nose because his nose was injured and the nasal cartilage was shattered, so he was called the mask man.

"I'm here to protect the cartilage of my nose."

Hamilton couldn't help explaining, but he regretted it after he finished speaking, thinking that he just reminded himself in his heart not to talk to He Xinghui again.

As a result, the defense was broken in less than 1 minute.

"Oh, so it's to protect the cartilage. You really are a softie."

He Xinghui continued to stimulate.

[The anger from Hamilton is 100. 】

In the next round, He Xinghui still called him a softie.

"If you keep pushing, I will use my fist to let you know what toughness is."

Hamilton issued a warning.

However, this warning was ineffective. He Xinghui's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he was overjoyed. He almost put his face in front of Hamilton.

Regardless of his constant mockery of Hamilton, he actually recognized Hamilton's strength.If you can get Hamilton off the field and then deal with the Pistons' substitute points, it will undoubtedly be much easier.

Ever since, He Xinghui continued to provoke Hamilton's nerves: "Come on, hit me, you idiot."

This is the first time Hamilton has seen such a request.

However, he was still not as arrogant as Bao Longxing after all, so he endured it.

Give He Xinghui a punch, he will be suspended for at least 3-5 games, and his salary, fines, and image will cost at least millions of dollars.

This is a million dollars. You know, some women in society even lick their rectums for a hundred dollars, and some men even kneel down for a hundred dollars.

And Hamilton only needs to bear with it to save 100 million, which is not a grievance.

The more Hamilton endured, the more frightened He Xinghui became.

In the end, Hamilton's teammates couldn't stand it anymore.

Da Ben rushed over and pushed He Xinghui, pushing He Xinghui to the ground and sliding for several meters.

Without further ado, He Xinghui got up and lay down on the technical table. He wanted to see if anyone else dared to throw a drink at him.

This scene directly frightened the referee. This is simply provoking the fans of the Pistons. Didn't you see that some fans have stood up?

They cooperated with Kaman and carried He Xinghui down. The scene was very chaotic for a while.

"Oh Maikar, He is playing with fire, he shouldn't have done such a thing."

Smith commented.

"What's the matter, don't you think, it will make this game more interesting?"

Barkley laughed.

There are 1230 games in the regular season alone in a season, plus 1500 games in the playoffs and preseason games.

So many games are actually quite boring, and there are really few games that can leave an impression on people.

If Big Ben didn't push Artest in the Palace of Auburn Hills battle, the game would be flat.

For some fans, being able to see players fighting while watching the game is a welcome thing and an added bonus.

It's just that the alliance deliberately killed this fun for the sake of image.

On the field, the chaos is over.

The referee gave Da Ben a T, and then gave He Xinghui a T for causing trouble.

"I thought someone was going to give me a punch, you guys let me down so much."

Back on the court, He Xinghui smiled and remained stubborn.

At this moment, the players of the Pistons didn't say anything, but they were actually a little apprehensive.

In their eyes, He Xinghui looked like a lunatic.

As a normal person, no matter whether they can fight well or not, they are not willing to provoke lunatics, there is no need for this.

(End of this chapter)