NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 158 The future is yours

Jordan hit the ground to pass the ball and stared at Meng Hua, as if the opponent's defense would disappear if he stared like this.

Meng Hua suddenly felt a chill hit him, as if he was on the top of a glacier.

He couldn't help shivering, shrank his neck, and in order to hide his timidity, took advantage of the situation and stared back at Jordan.

If eyes can kill, I'm dead, and you can't live.

Thunder hits the ground!
Jordan was even more angry. Over the years, when he glared at someone, he had rarely been glared back like this.

But now it's playing ball, no amount of money can be used to smash people.

Thinking of smashing someone, Jordan's eyes lit up immediately.

When performing streetball, some players will deliberately hit the defender's head with the ball, and then bounce back to their own hands.

Although this is a bit impolite, streetball culture is like this.

Jordan held the ball with one hand, lowered his arm, stretched out his other hand, and hooked Meng Hua.

Boy, come here.

Meng Hua took half a step forward and thought to himself: If I get closer, how can you get along, and you can't shoot properly, what do you want to do?

Jordan stretched his right hand to his chest, suddenly pushed forward, and smashed the ball at Meng Hua.

Meng Hua was startled, subconsciously dodged.

Jordan made a fake move, drawing an arc with his big hand, putting the ball next to his right side, kicking the ground with his left foot, and stepping forward with his right foot. After one step, he gently poked the ball with his right hand, another step, grabbed the ball with one hand, and then took three steps for a layup.

After Meng Hua hid, he realized that the ball hadn't hit him, and knowing that he had been fooled, he hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

His turning speed has always been very fast, but this time, whether he was frightened by the ball or overwhelmed by Jordan's momentum, he didn't seem to show it.

So his chasing cap also ended in failure.

The two sides battled to 2-2.

James looked at Westbrook next to him: "No way, is Meng Hua so slow? What are you doing?"

Westbrook scratched his head: "He is not slow, it is Jordan who is too fast."

There are only two people on the field as references to each other, so it's really hard to judge the absolute speed.

James lost his confidence, and looked at his thick eyebrows again.

Nong Mei shook his head, but he couldn't understand it either. He had only fought Meng Hua a few times.

When it was Meng Hua's turn to attack, James was a little nervous. Although Jordan's defeat of Meng Hua didn't mean anything, he was still very nervous.

In his heart, he was extremely eager to defeat Jordan and ascend to the No.1 throne.

If the old Jordan can beat active players, it will be more true to his No.1 statement.

Meng Hua received Jordan's ball, no longer polite, and changed direction to the right, trying to tear apart the opponent's defense with speed.

Jordan has adapted to his rhythm and followed on the inside without haste.

Seeing the right time, Jordan once again resorted to the ghost claws and patted the ball in Meng Hua's hand.

Meng Hua sneered, he had suffered a loss just now, how could he let you succeed.

He pulled back and turned to the left.

If it was Jordan in the last round, Meng Hua could have passed him by pulling back this time.

But Jordan caught up to 2-2, played with momentum, and exploded with amazing combat power. He burned his basketball origin and defended this time.

His eyes were bloodthirsty, his tongue was sticking out, and he waved his hands, pinching from left to right, like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

Meng Hua is not a big white rabbit, at most he likes big white rabbits.

He just wanted to get out of the shooting space, and he didn't want Jordan to be like a mad dog.

He moved laterally to the right again, and at the moment Jordan pounced, he turned left and leaned back.

Jordan pounced a few times, his physical strength had reached its limit, and he watched Meng Hua make a wide-open shot.

Bang!
The ball hit the left side of the rim and bounced out, with no hope of scoring.

LeBlanc spread his hands, he didn't understand Meng Hua's offense, broke through, used his speed to pass him, and dunked inside, what's the point of your shot?

In any case, this is Meng Hua's choice, and he is the commander on the field.

Now I can only hope that he can defend against Jordan's offense, the touch will fail, and the defense should not.

When it's Jordan's turn to attack, will it be the last attack?

He quickly put the ball down and slowly dribbled to the left.

Go forward and press, don't give him space, James has guided Meng Hua more than 100 times in his heart.

Meng Hua went up, but he didn't hurry up, and he didn't press hard, as if he had seen that Jordan would not choose to shoot a three-pointer.

Jordan suddenly spoke.

"Hey, rookie, Yao Ming is much taller than you, he can't cover me at all."

Meng Hua smiled: "It prevents you from being able to make a move at all, so naturally you can't cover it."

Jordan moved, he didn't care what Meng Hua said at all, no matter what he said, he would be distracted, this is his best chance.

His speed and strength are not as good as his opponents, so he must take advantage of this opportunity.

He broke to the right, which was his fastest speed tonight, and he felt that the floor was flying backward at high speed.

Meng Hua followed closely behind him.

No, he was already parallel to him.

No, he's about to overtake.

Jordan slammed the brakes, pushed Meng Hua with his left hand, and pulled the ball back with his right hand.

Pushed by him, Meng Hua flew out and fell to the floor. He staggered and tried to get up.

Jordan has already shot.

His mid-range shots have always been very accurate, and this ball condensed his lifelong mid-range shooting skills, flying towards the basket like a rainbow.

Vogel hesitated for a moment, then put down his whistle. Both of them moved very gracefully.

Swish!
The ball was scored, and Jordan held up his hand pressing his wrist, and refused to let it go for a long time.

This ball is like a replica of the last shot of 98.

At this moment, countless bloody battles in his life were played in his mind like a movie.

He thought of the countless moments of bloody battles on the battlefield.

In North Carolina that year, he made the winning shot against Ewing's Georgetown University in the final.

Facing the Cavaliers who defeated the Bulls six times in the regular season that year, he made the famous miss and went home lore.

That year he finally overcame the Pistons in the East, defeated the Lakers 4-1 in the finals, and won his first championship ring.

Then the second, and the third.

He was so cold at the top, he retired, and when he came back, he was beaten by O'Neill.

The following year, Zhengu Shuojin won 72 regular season games and continued to repeat the story of the first three consecutive championships.

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In the last year, facing Jazz Russell, he used the action he had just defeated Meng Hua to hit the last lore.

He loves basketball, he has dedicated his life to basketball.

But this shot, I am afraid it is really his last shot.

Even if it is a field field, he has to say goodbye. Time is merciless, and he is no longer the king.

Thinking of this, Jordan's eyes were moist, and the joy of defeating Meng Hua was gone, replaced by strong sadness.

Seeing him like this, Meng Hua stepped forward and hugged him, not knowing how to comfort him.

Strange to say, even though he was young, he understood why he cried.

Just because they are the same kind of people who would rather die on the basketball court.

pat!

pat!

Two tears hit Meng Hua's shoulder.

Jordan took a deep breath, tried to adjust his emotions, and patted Meng Hua's head: "The future is yours."

"Thank you!" Meng Hua also patted him on the shoulder.

The two looked like close lovers, and there was no sign of the tension just now.

The Lakers players looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

Jordan secretly wiped away his tears, let go of Meng Hua, turned around to greet the magician, and strode away from the Lakers training hall.

(End of this chapter)