from the golden generation

Chapter 41
"This…"

Yan Song was speechless, what Houston said was not unreasonable, but he was always thinking wildly.

Maybe subconsciously, I still want to get the love of my family.

Seeing that Yan Song was still confused, Houston scratched Yan Song's armpit.

The two started fighting and laughing, which made Yan Song forget about it for a while.

after that.

In the opening ceremony, I saw a relatively immature Nash.

The opponent caught Yan Song's attention early in the first quarter.

Yan Song tried to fight against him.

He asked Houston to pick and roll for himself, and asked the Suns guards to switch positions.

Immediately after the transposition, spread out to the left and right without giving them a chance to re-transpose.

Nash is 191 tall, six feet three inches.

Yan Song still has a height advantage when facing him.

And in this match, Nash was easily shaken away by Yan Song.

Yan Song looked extraordinarily relaxed when facing him.

And Van Gundy thought that Yan Song had learned to change positions and scored with his height advantage.

In fact, Yan Song just wanted to play against Nash.

Obviously, Nash is not strong enough to compete with Yan Song.

After Nash appeared for 4 minutes, he was replaced by the coach and sat on the bench.

"Give the ball to Yan Song and ask him to shoot more."

Houston greeted, and Ward passed the long pass to Yan Song.

Yan Song made a jumper on the spot and shot directly.

It's a pity that the shooting action is beautiful and it's hard to hit the iron.

"It doesn't matter, just throw a few more touches and you'll get it back."

"Ah."

Houston patted Yan Song on the back, not to mention, this really made Yan Song temporarily forget those miscellaneous things.

After the next two or three rounds were still hitting the iron, he chose to break through the attack.

"Yan Song is holding the ball and directing his teammates to run."

"Williams picks and rolls, Yan Song breaks through."

I saw Yan Song passing the opponent Kevin Johnson under the cover of Williams.

After jumping high, the Suns found themselves the boss, and Ceballos jumped up with both hands to block the shot.

But Yan Song took him and flew back a certain distance.

Yan Song raised his right arm high and completed a double-dunk dunk through Ceballos and Mayer, and the basket vibrated up and down.

And the two dunks also fell to the ground in embarrassment. I didn't expect that Yan Song's offense at the basket was still strong besides his shooting threat.

But Coach Anji told them that he had seen a lot of players like Yan Song, he was like a shooting star, and he would not last long.

They didn't believe it at first, but when Yan Song's hit rate dropped a few days ago, they just dared to believe it.

But now that he's been kicked down, he won't believe anything the coach says.

It's too humiliating to be detained by others.

Ceballos subconsciously covered his face, he didn't want to see his face in the next day's newspaper.

"Coach, Ward, he's too strong."

Nash pointed at Yan Song who was roaring to the sky, envious.

But Coach Angie's face turned black, shit, he didn't have any high-powered operations a few days ago, no matter how he threw or hit the iron.

Why when it was time to play their team, he suddenly exerted strength and dunked his two capable generals.

"He was just lucky."

Angie was still stubborn, and he didn't want to slap himself in the face when he said it.

"No matter how strong he is, he is just a rookie. Why doesn't he dunk Jordan!"

As he spoke, Angie shouted excitedly, and the team members looked at him as if they were mentally ill.

How about... let's change the coach?
...

In the next round, Yan Song no longer chose to shoot.

Still under the cover of his teammates, he made a breakthrough.

Johnson and Ceballos guard Yan Song on the left and the right.

Yan Song just wanted to pass the ball to Ward.

However, Ward turned his back directly and ignored Yan Song.

"Your uncle, how could you force me like this."

Yan Song scolded, followed by shaking his shoulders one after another.

The gap between the two was enlarged, Yan Song bought it with one foot, turned around and threw the two away.

Immediately afterwards, the right hand was raised forward, dialing the basketball into the basket.

"Come on, you two almost stopped me."

Yan Song walked past the two, borrowing the trash talk from Jordan.

As for the two being ridiculed, Johnson remained silent, while Ceballos pointed at Yan Song with a dissatisfied expression.

Yan Song shook off the hand he pointed at himself, and ignored this incompetent character who would go crazy if he couldn't beat him.

"It's too arrogant. Do you want to give him some color later?"

Ceballos leaned over to Johnson and whispered.

Johnson shook his head again and again, persuading.

"Are you kidding me, have you forgotten what happened to the Pistons?"

"Then what's wrong!"

Ceballos was a little unhappy and continued.

"I'll just slap him hard once, and I don't keep fouling like those idiots in the Pistons."

Ceballos seemed extra confident. Seeing that Johnson was still hesitating, he cut off and ignored him.

Johnson looked at Ceballos' back and followed him to participate in the attack.

They completed the offense this round, and the Knicks Yan Song attacked with the ball.

Seeing Yan Song breaking through to the basket, Ceballos ran towards Yan Song.

Johnson was still kind-hearted, and jumped up behind Yan Song first.

Ceballos' plan fell through, and you looked at the back of Johnson's head with malice in your heart, and it took Gao Dao's strength to suppress it.

Yan Song scored two points in the throw, Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, just turned around and saw Ceballos glaring at him.

Startled, he said sharply.

"What are you looking at, I didn't cover it, are you dissatisfied?"

Johnson's answer was very strong, and Ceballos was a little surprised. He didn't expect Johnson to dare to talk to himself like this.

As the saying goes, rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone Johnson is a manly man.

The two had a dispute, and Yan Song was eavesdropping, and when he heard that they were fighting because of himself, Yan Song's face was full of question marks.

What the hell, why did you involve me in your quarrel?

Yan Song stepped forward again, and the referee also suspended the game at this time.

"You help outsiders, are you from the Suns!"

"Fart, if you want to intentionally hurt a player, it is not in line with the behavior of sports competition."

The two continued to argue, but Yan Song nodded.

That's how it was, you felt ashamed for a long time and wanted to mess with me.

Yan Song stood up for Johnson and gave Ceballos the middle finger behind Johnson's back.

Immediately afterwards, the referee stepped forward and asked the two players what happened.

Their coach also stepped forward to listen to the explanation of the two.

"Ceballos wants to maliciously attack Yan Song."

Johnson didn't save any face for the other party. He had long been unhappy with Ceballos.

But Ceballos, who was exposed, lost his arrogance just now, and firmly denied that he had gone through all Johnson's actions.

Because there was no evidence, the referee didn't suspend the game for too long, so he did it hastily.

The coach was afraid that things would get worse, so he replaced the two of them.

Only the third person, Yan Song, knew about this matter. Yan Song crazily gave Ceballos the middle finger on the way, and his skills were top-notch.

Always secretly, when the referee is not paying attention, put his hand into the shirt.

Greet Ceballos on the bench through the jersey.

The opponent couldn't vent his anger because the referee was on the sidelines. If he made any moves or cursed, he would be expelled from the field by the referee.

　First more.

　　I fell asleep, so sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)