NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 315

For two consecutive days, no one could beat Meng Hua in the team's three-point competition.

This also makes him extremely confident. A-level three-pointers are like this. As long as he reaches S-level to X-level, combined with his lateral movement speed, he must be more threatening than Curry.

Just to be Curry?No, he's better defensively than Curry, and he's certainly accomplished more than him.

Without dreams, what is the difference between being a player and being a salted fish?
On the morning of the third day, because the game was in the afternoon, everyone only did shooting practice.

Practice without competition is the same as without practice. Only competition can simulate the tension on the field.

So, all the teammates who were killed by Meng Hua surrounded him.

This time it was Meng Hua [-]v[-].

Everyone here is rubbish!
Monk went out first. He called himself a microwave oven, and he was going to crush Meng Hua in one fell swoop before everyone warmed up.

He is indeed a microwave oven, and he also has a strong fighting spirit. He scored the highest score in the past few days, 100 of 93 shots, tying Meng Hua's record.

Even so, Monk didn't dare to celebrate. He knew that Meng Hua was strong when he met the strong. Unless he made all 100 shots, he would not think he had won until Meng Hua conceded.

The people who know you best are, of course, your teammates.

Meng Hua cheered up and made 100 out of 95 shots. He hit all of the first 80 shots. In the last 20 shots, perhaps because of no pressure, he only hit 15 shots, which was far below his average level.

After beheading Monk, Rivers is next.

Among the six, Rivers is the most inaccurate on three-pointers. He is accurate at critical moments, but he is very lazy in normal times.

He made 77 hits and conceded directly. Meng Hua didn't even need to make any shots.

Next is Melon. He made 87 shots. It is very slim to win, but he still hopes that Meng Hua will vote.

Meng Hua voted 92, and Melon conceded directly.

Bradley continued to be a monster. In fact, he and Meng Hua had the best fight, but unfortunately he still lost.

Only James is left, so what's the matter with the boss, it's time to kill him.

James also knew that all hope was on him, and he performed super-level and made 96 shots, which is also the best score in his own history.

Good teammates can definitely stimulate your potential.

Under the persecution of Meng Hua's sharp shot, he finally broke through himself.

It's just a pity that even so, he still failed to win. Meng Hua scored 97 goals.

"Give me all three points at night, and I will beat them to tears." With such a good shot, Meng Bubai was full of confidence.

What's wrong with being number one in the league? No matter what they say, they come and go.

At this moment, League One is holding a pre-match press conference.

Booker, Ayton and Monty are all on stage.

Of course, the reporters in Los Angeles will also make troubles, sharpening their knives.

After asking Monty a few questions, a reporter asked impatiently, "Booker, you are the star of the Suns. Why does Paul look more like the boss than you, and he seems to have the ball in his hands."

Booker looked at Monty helplessly and said, "This is your feeling. We are a whole. We can reach the first place in the league because of the unity within the team."

Another reporter added: "There are many teams that failed to win the championship in the regular season. The Warriors in the 15 season, everyone on the earth knows, did not win a record of 73 wins and 9 losses. There are many such examples, such as the Mavericks in 06 and the Cavaliers in 08. Their regular season records are better than yours."

Booker black face: "Next question."

Reporters in Los Angeles are so easy to deal with.

"Booker, I'm stating a fact, I haven't asked a question yet."

Booker was embarrassed and a little annoyed: "You ask."

"You are the MVP favorite, but Paul has not said anything for you so far. Does he think he should be the MVP?"

"We have been number one in the league for a long time, but we don't even have an All-Star starter. We are used to being underestimated." Booker did not answer this sharp question directly.

The reporter asked again: "Do you think you can win the MVP?"

Booker said: "Our record is the first in the league. I am the team's scoring leader. Do you think I am the MVP?"

Booker definitely thought he deserved the MVP, and sadly, he ended up missing out.

Sometimes, having teammates who are too strong is really a trouble for happiness.

Maybe he can only use the championship to express his depression, but will the Lakers agree?
The reporter grabbed Ayton again.

"You played a fantastic season this season. May I ask why the team didn't renew your contract? Are you interested in the Lakers?"

Ayton said angrily: "I complain, I complain."

The reporter didn't speak any more. His goal had been achieved. This question didn't need Ayton's answer at all. It was just a seed to be planted in his heart, a seed that would germinate.

In the locker room of the visiting team, the Suns players were facing a formidable enemy.

Once off the plane, they felt the hostility from the fans.

It didn't attack them directly, but it made them feel the biggest attack.The sharp eyes looked like sharp arrows piercing his chest.

Monty came back from the press conference, and Paul had already called the players together.

No wonder the reporters in Los Angeles would say that Paul is more like the boss.

As long as Booker and Paul can get along, as long as the team can win, this is not a problem.

Paul's eyes spit fire: "We have created the best record in the team, but we are already on the edge of a cliff. If we lose this game, if we lose this series, our efforts this season will only become the laughing stock of others."

"You are still young, but can you afford to lose? You can't afford to lose. Except for Booker, many of you have to fight for the contract. This is my last contract. I am very satisfied with the contract amount. I can lie down and count the money even if I don't fight. Do you want to lose to me in your desire to fight?"

"Life and death are bearish, do it if you don't accept it." Booker gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes, kill them." Claude continued.

"Damn!" The entire Suns united against each other, planting the seeds of hatred for the Lakers at this moment.

In the locker room of the home team, Vogel is still arranging tactics.

After all, it was a new tactic, and he played very little. He was very worried. He was more nervous than the players, and his palms were sweaty.

After he finished speaking, Meng Hua patted him on the shoulder: "Coach, don't worry, the victory in the series must belong to us."

Vogel nodded mechanically: "That's for sure." He thought to himself, why is he not nervous, this is not the psychological quality that a rookie should have.

He had never seen a rookie as calm as Meng Hua.

At times, he's been calmer than James, who has played more than 260 playoff games.

You know, James is known for playing reasonable balls, and most of the time on the court, he is one block ahead of others.

He was even thinking about staying with the Lakers at all costs, because he knew that with Meng Hua's speed of improvement, the Lakers had been the most powerful contender for the championship in the past ten years.

And the further they go, the more likely they are, because this season, they haven't equipped the team according to Meng Hua's technical characteristics.

However, Meng Hua doesn't seem to need the team to equip players. He himself is a panacea, plug and play, and plug in wherever he needs it.

(End of this chapter)