NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 111 My eyes are rulers, so I don't need to watch the replay
The live DJ called out the sound effects of the attack.

Ding ding ding, boom boom!

Glancing at the longing and anxious eyes of the stars on the sidelines, Meng Hua suddenly wanted to stand up and take over the game.

Just in the last attack, he didn't want to move, for fear of wasting energy.

Some thoughts change, often in an instant, inexplicably changed.

Just do it when he thinks, he takes his opponent for a walk, just like he did with Death before.

"Bluffer." Edwards muttered to himself, watching him and Durant race the tortoise and the hare in the third quarter. He had already seen through this Huaxia guy.

If you see it through, you can see it through, the rookie is always not so confident, he still runs along, anyway, he doesn't have many roles, and he has more physical strength.

But the careless attitude was still punished.

When Meng Hua ran past the basket for the second time, James made a scalpel-like pass.

Borrowing momentum, Meng Hua caught the ball and took off, leaping high, about to dunk.

Seeing that something was wrong, Edwards rushed over from behind him, stretched his long arms, and waited in the air with his giant palms.

Meng Hua's body was still gliding, receiving the ball, staying in the air, stretching his abdomen, stretching his long arms to the other side, and made a reverse basket.

Due to limited talent, the movements are not very stretched, and he barely makes a shot when he is about to hit the ground.

"A good shot, simple and unpretentious, so clever and clumsy." Yang Yi praised excitedly, and the point difference returned to single digits.

Wang Meng made up his sword...Praise: "There is no need to be gorgeous. Meng Hua has captured the essence of Duncan. No matter how high he flies, he still gets two points. There is no need. Save energy."

Meng Hua retreated quickly. His mind was very clear. With an 8-point difference, Durant must be in a hurry and must defend.

Durant was stuck in position, Meng Hua fought against him desperately, and both of them lost their focus.

Durant took a step back, his body moved forward in a feint, and then retreated back. Meng Hua didn't hesitate.

This fake move was very realistic, but it deceived Harden.

He also wanted to pass an early pass, and the ball hit Meng Hua hard on the head and fell to his feet.

hum!
There was a sharp pain in the skull, and Meng Hua focused all his attention on Durant, but he still knew that Harden was holding the ball.

What the fuck, why did you hit me with the ball.

Don't think that you have a big ass and a superstar, I am not afraid.

Meng Hua bent down to pick up the ball, and threw it viciously at Harden's head, regardless of his dizziness.

If you dare to deliberately hit me, I will kill you.

At worst, they were sent off together.

The ball was like a cannonball, heading towards Harden.

Harden's head flinched in fright, and his body was wet, but fortunately the ball passed through his head.

and many more.

Why is there a white shadow in front of the ball?
It was Westbrook, he rushed to the basket in a few steps after receiving the ball, and dunked with a powerful windmill.

Bang!
The basket is shaking.

Happiness came suddenly, and the audience jumped up from their seats and shouted "Yeah".

O'Neill shouted excitedly: "Good... good... good... the ball, invincible vision, precise through ball, Meng Hua's awareness is top-notch."

The director also replayed everything that just happened in slow motion over and over again.

The fans are boiling again, for Meng Hua from China.

Meng Hua was awesome, enjoying the worship of the fans, and made the iconic "hands-off salute" celebration.

He won't tell others, he doesn't know what's going on at all, and his original intention just now was to smash Harden.

It's just pretending occasionally, what's the matter?This is in exchange for my bones being beaten. If it weren't for the hard bones, could I pass such a good ball?

The Lakers started to gain momentum, and Nash sat firmly on the Diaoyutai without calling a timeout.

Harden trotted back to the backcourt in embarrassment. Although he couldn't defend, he had to go back and serve.

After watching the replay, Durant shook his head. The third brother is simply a pig teammate. You can pass the ball to me steadily and watch me score. Do you need to measure in advance?
Seeing all this, Harden's eyes became more sad, and after serving the ball, his forward speed slowed down a lot.

Irving doesn't care about your speed, anyway, he is singles, it doesn't matter if Harden can't pass halftime.

Harden walked to the midfield, and Irving had already shot.

Another strike.

After successfully defending, Westbrook raised his unicorn arm and showed off his muscles, which is exactly what Irving did not have.

After showing off his muscles, he imitated Meng Hua and made a salute. He buckled so well just now, and he had to thank his little brother.

The home audience responded with warm applause. The players love each other so much, how can the team be invincible, and what if they are behind by six points?Two three points.

James thought the same way, and fired directly from a distance, trying to steal a chicken.

A little bit worse.

Durant grabbed the rebound, pushed forward quickly, the ball went to the frontcourt, and shot a three-pointer against Meng Hua.

He shoots the ball better than James, but there are defenders in front of him, so he also hits the iron.

James tried to shoot a three-pointer again, and this time he made it, only three points left.

Seeing that Durant has not made up his mind, Johnson, who boasted that he could score 60 points, was a little embarrassed. He couldn't help cheering him up in his words, claiming that Durant needs to play more independently and not be so selfless.

It seems that after hearing his suggestion, Durant was really alone, and wanted to pay James a three-pointer, but things backfired, and he hit the iron again.

This opponent is difficult to deal with. His self-confidence is a bit shaken and he must adjust. It is best to use a pick-and-roll for the next attack.

Westbrook made a mistake, and Durant made a quick move, far away from Meng Hua who was chasing him. He even looked back, and then dunked with both hands.

After landing, he yelled three times in a row. He hasn't scored for too long. This is his first two points of the second half. He needs to vent.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that the god of death was locked up by Meng Hua for such a long time?
"Good shot, Durant has been revived with full blood. Even if he doesn't score 60 points, he can break his own record for highest scoring." Johnson commented.

"Nine more points, that's not necessarily the case." O'Neill couldn't help singing the anti-tune. He usually wouldn't oppose Johnson, but he was the only one of the four who was forced to support the Lakers, and he got used to it.

The truth is in the hands of a few people, and the Lakers may not win, but Durant still encounters Meng Hua's impregnable defense.

The two points he scored just now were sent by Westbrook's mistakes, not by breaking Meng Hua's defense.

No matter how he calls his teammates to cover, Meng Hua can always pass through the wall immediately. He is like his shadow, no, closer than the shadow.

Come if you don't call, you can fight when you come.

He felt like something was about to be squeezed out of him.

It's the fuel in the tank.

He looked at the basket, it was still so big and looked very close, but the little Meng Hua in front of him turned into an insurmountable city wall.

No, I can't sink like this, if I continue like this, I will lose.

He bit his tongue lightly to stimulate himself, he wanted to adjust his style of play.

He stopped calling the pick-and-roll, ran on both sides of the baseline, and then went to the outside line. While Meng Hua chased him out, there was a gap in the inside line for a moment.

He plunged in, and Meng Hua hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

Durant stopped and moved sideways to avoid Meng Hua.

Harden made the ball, an advance.

The ball was flying in the air, and Durant continued to rush to the inside.

Meng Hua also drifted laterally.

The two figures collided.

Bang!
The two fell to the ground, entangled with each other.

beep!
The referee blows the whistle.

Everyone looked at the referee nervously, not knowing how to judge.

Yang Yi said to himself: "Did Meng Hua foul this ball?"

Wang Meng said firmly: "It was Durant who hit someone, and my eyes are like rulers, so I don't need to watch the replay."

(End of this chapter)