Basketball god-level bastard

Chapter 29 029. Special Service of the System (for collection)
The Dean Smith Center in Chapel Hill was dead silent.

Everyone was staring at Wu Hao who was stopped by the team doctor at the entrance of the player tunnel.

There was no wailing, no hesitation, sweat covered the tear stains, Wu Hao's eyes were firm and steady, and he grabbed the fence with his right hand!

At this time, a young child wearing a North Carolina blue jersey touched Wu Hao's right hand with his finger,
What do children know?He just wanted to comfort the injured big brother.

Wu Hao turned his head to look at the child, and suddenly the corners of his mouth raised into a heartwarming smile.

Click, the broken little finger was straightened by the team doctor.

With such severe pain, Wu Hao's body trembled, and he stomped his toes heavily, trying to maintain his smile.

The team doctor was sweating profusely, the innocent eyes of the child and Wu Hao, who was smiling with a broken finger, formed a touching trio.

This scene was photographed by the team reporter, and was later adopted by Sports Illustrated as the cover of the latest issue.

After returning his fingers, Wu Hao reached out and touched the child's head, then raised his hands and applauded the audience in Chapel Hill.

Without an audience who loves basketball so much, this sport is destined not to have the flourishing age it is today!

There was no more booing in the Dean Smith Arena. Everyone stood up and saluted, and at the same time applauded and cheered for the buckeye's No. [-] fat guy.

At this moment, Wu Hao is what a tough guy should be.

It was ten years before Kobe did the same thing!
"Number Five's future achievements will be terrifying!"

Roy Williams was convinced. He has coached the team for so many years and has produced many superstars under his hands, but there are still very few kids with such strong willpower.

Sadmata couldn't bear to look at it at first, but after seeing Wu Hao's fingers straightened, his distressed eyes were a little moist.

Greg Oden didn't continue to sit on the bench. He took the initiative to accompany Wu Hao back to the locker room. Without experiencing bitter injuries, he would never understand the state of mind of the injured.

Auden originally wanted to comfort Wu Hao, but seeing Wu Hao's resolute appearance, he felt that his worries were unnecessary.

As for Mike Conley and others, they stood in a row and watched Wu Hao leave.

Being expelled should have been a bad thing, but at this moment, Wu Hao had just walked into the player tunnel, and everyone had already begun to miss this little fat man from China who deliberately paid tribute to Jordan in North Carolina!

In comparison, Marcus Kinyard is too soft.

Obviously he didn't hurt his leg, but his dislocated jaw was so painful that he didn't even have the courage to stand up.

"It's time for Marcus to get up, the cleaner is ready to mop the floor." Danny Green squatted next to Marcus's ear and sneered.

Hearing this, Marcus cried out of anger, but as soon as the tears came down, he howled again.

"Come here and give me a hand."

Danny Green reluctantly and Brandon Wright set him up.

The referee blew the whistle after discussing with the line referee, this time to make up for Marcus Kinyard to expel a criminal.

This whistle has no actual impact on the game and is entirely used for post-match liquidation.

One is to intentionally hurt someone, and the other is to hurt someone after being forced to fight back. The result is the same but the nature is different. Marcus Kinyard will definitely be suspended and fined. As for Wu Hao, it depends on the NCAA investigation team to make a judgment based on the replay of the game.

Just returned to the player channel, Wu Hao still acted like nothing happened.

But he unscrewed the doorknob of the locker room, walked inside alone, and closed the door. Wu Hao slammed into the door and slid down on the floor, covering his left hand with his right hand and shrinking into a shrimp in pain.

Outside the door, Greg Oden and the team doctor heard the tossing sound inside the door, and then suddenly realized that Wu Hao is not without pain, he is just too strong...

【Ding!It is detected that there is an abnormality in the host's body health index. Do you want to spend the remaining lying points for treatment? 】

"Damn it, it takes all of me's win points to treat one finger?" Wu Hao retorted.

【Ding!The remaining win points of the host are not enough for special repairs, but since the first injury of the host is of commemorative significance, this system makes an exception to treat you]

"How do you know I like Tsundere?" Wu Hao complained.

【Ding!It’s as if you don’t like black belly, sickness, naturalness, vitality...]

Wu Hao laughed out loud, he really deserves to be the spirit of Lao Tzu's system, he understands me so well.

A gentle force nourished Wu Hao's fractured and repaired phalanx.

Because there was no trauma and edema, it seemed that there was no change.

"This is the end?"

Wu Hao just felt comfortable for a second, and the treatment is over? !
【Ding!Not satisfied?This system also helped you clean up your bladder...]

Wu Hao hastily interrupted the system spirit.

"Okay, okay, I know you are the best, okay?"

Then Wu Hao tried to shake his injured phalanx, and it really didn't hurt at all, and his bladder felt relaxed...

Cough cough, this is not the point, the point is that the system can also provide special services!

"In the future, I really have to earn a lot of money, and God knows what other services I can enjoy."

Thinking of this, Wu Hao opened the door of the locker room.

Seeing Wu Hao's face full of joy, the team doctor was taken aback, thinking that this guy might not be back to life, right?
Greg Oden asked curiously, "Five, are you alright?"

"How could it be okay..."

While speaking, Wu Hao clenched his bandage-wrapped little finger tightly.

Because even if there is no such thing as a bone fracture, the broken finger cannot be completely healed after breaking it back. Wu Hao doesn't want to be dragged into slices by the CIA.

The team doctor was just about to give Wu Hao further treatment, but Wu Hao sternly refused.

"I think No. 1's injury is more serious, you go and save him!"

"But..." "There's no need to worry about it, parents of doctors, do you have the heart to watch your child suffer from illness and ignore it?"

Wu Hao's words moved the doctor in Chapel Hill, this is the brilliance of human nature, that Marcus is really damned!
"I am convinced of this character!"

Greg Oden also gave Wu Hao a thumbs up.

"Then I'll help him deal with it and come back to help you with follow-up treatment!"

I saw the team doctor rushing to the home team's locker room with a medical kit in tears.

"I want to rest for a while..." Wu Hao made a tired expression.

Oden immediately left the locker room with the Buckeyes assistant coach and the Chapel Hill staff.

After everyone left, Wu Hao sat up and stretched his waist. Now his physical condition can be described in two words - comfortable!
Marcus Kinyard was not so lucky. He was in so much pain that he entangled the doctor in Chapel Hill, just in time to avoid Wu Hao's trouble.

Losing one Marcus Kinyard doesn't do much for North Carolina.

But without Wu Hao, the Buckeyes' formation is in chaos.

David Leddy cannot replace Wu Hao's role.

Mike Conley and Dae Quinn Cook were separated and double-teamed by the North Carolina generals.

Sadmata really wanted to vent his anger on Wu Hao with a victory, but the strength gap between the lineup was too great.

In regular time, the Buckeyes struggled to draw with the North Carolina Tar Heels.

The two sides fought fiercely for another overtime. With Daequan Cook's three-point lore shot out of the frame, the Buckeyes finally lost by two points.

North Carolina won, but the Buckeyes won the respect of Chapel Hill, which is more precious than a win!
　Book lovers traveling from south to north, listen up, Tie Zi set up a stall to beg for tickets, those who have tickets will hold a ticket venue, and those who don't have tickets will hold a private venue, clasping hands, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)