NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 259 Song Siying's heart is sour
The Lakers players couldn't believe their ears and looked at each other.

"Give me the ball, and I'll take you home." Meng Hua said again, very resolutely, he was definitely not impulsive.

Vogel looked at James, and James was also looking at him, not displeased.

Dead is dead, Vogel gritted his teeth, wiped off the tactical board, and re-drawn the road map for Meng Hua's main attack.

Rivers serves, Melon and Monk double screen, James walks to the bottom corner, attracting heavy defense, Meng Hua goes through the screen, catches and shoots.

"Is this okay?" Vogel said, looking at James, asking for his opinion.

"No." James refused.

Vogel felt cold, how could a superstar like James agree to be a spectator at the last moment.

"Everyone, run according to the first route map, don't change it again." James got up and walked to the court after speaking.

"It's over, Barbie Q is over." Meng Hua's heart was beating wildly, and James was still angered after all.

He is also for the team. It seems that the culture is different. It is impossible for James to understand his thoughts. He must think that he is out for the limelight and wants to be a hero.

James walked up to Meng Hua, put his arms around his shoulders and said, "I will go inside under the cover like the first arrangement, and you wait right behind me for the ball."

Meng Hua was overjoyed and was about to express his excitement when James patted him: "Calm down, don't attract the attention of the enemy."

Players from both teams returned to the field.

With the last 6 seconds left, the fans shouted desperately, booed deafeningly, and disturbed the visiting team.

"Fatty" breathed out his mouth, and after seeing Meng Hua's murderous eyes, he was a little frightened, and cursed Meng Hua even more frantically.

Rivers served, and Meng Hua ran to the sideline to catch the ball as a feint.

Pelican Hayes followed unhurriedly, obviously he did not believe that the Lakers would choose Meng Hua for the last attack.

This inevitably made Meng Hua feel that if the ball was sent directly to him, he could also score.

Melo and Monk crossed a double screen, and James went to the outside to catch the ball.

Ingram lowered his waist and strained his horse, desperately defending.

Melon and Monk hit the goal again, lined up on the left and right, and once again made an off-ball screen.

James circled to the left, accelerated, and rushed towards the penalty area.

After covering the screen, Melon and Monk also rushed to the penalty area crazily. If James missed a layup, they could still grab the rebound.

Both of them had scarlet eyes, and the defenders did not dare to neglect them, and wrestled with them tightly.

Ingram desperately chased back, and when necessary, he even fouled and pulled James down.

Hayes saw everyone rushing to the basket, especially when he saw the crazy expressions of Melon and Monk, and he firmly believed that James would make a shot, so he gave up defending Meng Hua and rushed to the basket.

James took three steps, left and right, Hayes and Ingram were about to catch up to him.

Walking in the air, James flicked the ball back, as if he had eyes behind his back, the basketball was unbiased, and flew towards Meng Hua outside the three-point line.

Ingram and Hayes, not even knowing that James has passed, still reach out and cut to James.

McCollum sprinted for the perimeter like a madman.

It's too late.

Meng Hua catches the ball!

Kick off!

Raise your right arm!

Adjust left and right!

Freeze in the air!

Five-finger dial!

Three-point shot!

The ball was like a cannonball, whirring, and flew to the Pelicans' basket.

The timer lights up, at the same time, the buzzer sounds, and the game is over.

There will be no overtime, and the two teams will decide the winner.

The ball is still in the air, and no one knows the outcome.

Vogel stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck. From such a distance, no one blocked him. He subconsciously tiptoed like this, as if he could see the result faster.

However, if you know the result sooner, isn't it possible to be sad sooner?

Thalia closed her beautiful eyes, clasped her hands together and prayed for Meng Hua, and prayed for Meng Hua's ball.Perhaps one day, Meng Hua will also pray for her ball.

The Lakers bench all stood up, hugging each other tightly, waiting for the final judgment.

Standing up, it's not just the Lakers' bench.

The Pelicans bench, and even the fans in the audience, also stood up.

It's just that the call from the bottom of their hearts is different. They shouted desperately in their hearts: strike iron, strike iron!

The players of the two teams gave up the last move and all looked up at the flying basketball.

Swish!
Hollow three-pointer, water splashed from the basket.

Ugh!
Sighs and sighs floated over the arena.

The Pelicans fans stood dumbfounded, unable to believe this ending. They were killed by the Lakers and Meng Hua.

The Pelicans players were also dumbfounded, unable to accept this reality at all.

A heaven, a hell.

The Lakers players went crazy, and the off-court substitutes and Vogel rushed towards Meng Hua.

Meng Hua also went crazy. He rushed to the sidelines and yelled at "Fatty", "One-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one."

After yelling, he was still not satisfied, and typed out another word to the fat man. Although there was only one word, he continued to type out continuously.

Fatty was upset by his yelling, his eyes made his hair stand on end, and goosebumps came out all over his body.He subconsciously wanted to back away, maybe it was because he was fatter and the chair couldn't bear his weight, maybe it was Meng Hua's sonic power.

With a click, the chair cracked.

Then with a thud, the fat man fell backwards and fell heavily on the ground.

Hearing a familiar voice, Thalia opened her beautiful eyes and saw Meng Hua right in front of her. Seeing his expression, she knew that the Lakers had won.

When she got excited, she rushed to Meng Hua and jumped on top of him.

Gentle beauty, sweating beast.

The two are intertwined, creating an extreme contrast, but they also constitute a beautiful scenery.

Photographers pressed the shutter one after another, and this scene after the game became the photo of the Lakers' official victory announcement.

There is no Vogel, no Big Three, no James, only Meng Hua.

Just because the editor of the Lakers website also believes that such photos can bring more fans.

Meng Hua patted Thalia lightly, signaling her to come down.

If she didn't come down, he might make a fool of himself. He could bear it very much.

Satisfied, Talia got down from Meng Hua's arms with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, a little shy.

The Lakers players, who were waiting to bump their chests with Meng Hua, turned around and ran away with a smirk.

Outside the Lakers Arena, around the big screen, there were crowds of people celebrating, waving their hands, singing and dancing non-stop.

The little sister held her brother's hand, pointed at Meng Hua, and smiled like a flower: "Brother, have you seen it? It's him. He is a hero in Los Angeles. I will marry him when I grow up."

Liu Feng, Sophie and Song Siying who were watching the live TV were also celebrating.

Talia jumped on Meng Hua, Song Siying felt sore.

Talia left Meng Hua, and Song Siying felt a thorn in her heart again.

What is wrong with me?Don't I want to bury this feeling in my heart?
Realizing that she seemed unable to suppress this beautiful crush, Song Siying panicked.

After venting his emotions, Meng Hua continued to enjoy the second time. In addition to winning, he also completed the task of the game.

(End of this chapter)