Buddha's light illuminates NBA

Chapter 135 Is this going to rebel?

"With this ball, I will knock this rookie down!"

Wade puffed up his cheeks, and the words in his heart echoed in his pair of big cheeks.

Lu Ming saw that Wade's eyes were red, and he was in a bad mood. This guy might turn his back on his word and shoot cold arrows suddenly, so he stepped forward decisively, not giving him room to shoot.

But it was this defensive judgment that made Wade take a big step forward.

"Wade's breakthrough was really fast! As expected of the Flash, there is no afterimage left! Lu Ming lost his defensive position, but he turned around and chased after him." Zhang Weiping explained.

"Yes." Sun Zhengping replied.

Lu Ming didn't have time to marvel at Wade's speed. After being breached, he couldn't put his hope of defending Wade on the inside players, so he immediately turned around and chased after him.

Wade rushed to the basket, and after flying Milicic, he took off suddenly and dunked a dunk.

But at this time, Lu Ming also rushed over, and the moment Wade jumped up, he also jumped up.

"Be careful!" Haslem reminded loudly.

But Wade was ready to dunk, and the sound echoing in his cheek made him hear nothing but the basket in front of him.

Lu Ming's long arm took advantage, and when Wade's basketball was held at the highest point, he pressed it on it.

Then, the two rushed out of the bottom line together and fell into the media seats.

a mess.

After Wade sat up, he couldn't believe that he would be capped by Lu Ming for a dunk he was sure of.

In order to avoid crushing Wade, Lu Ming controlled his body and jumped, and rushed directly to the auditorium behind, pinning down a kid wearing the Knicks No. 8 jersey sitting on the farthest side.

"Oh!" There was an exclamation from the audience.

Then he looked anxiously at the media seats, hoping that their rookie would not be injured, and that the kid would not be injured either.

Lu Ming quickly stood up and looked at the little boy who was about to cry. He looked nervous and didn't know how to comfort the child, so he looked at the parent next to him, a young mother, "I'm sorry, take a look, did I hurt him?"

The young mother was also anxious, but she couldn't blame Lu Ming. She leaned over and asked her son, "Tom, tell mom, how do you feel?"

Little Tom pursed his lips, and without letting himself cry, he just said one word, "It hurts."

It's okay to know the pain.

At this moment, the team doctor also trotted over, checked briefly, and said with a smile, "The child seems to be fine, but I suggest you check it in the medical room now, so that there are no other problems."

The young mother nodded nervously.

"I'm really sorry, ma'am." Lu Ming expressed his apology again.

"I can understand." The young mother forced a smile.

She was about to follow the little boy and the team doctor to the medical room, but Little Tom suddenly turned around and said to Lu Ming, "Lu, wait a minute, can you play slowly?"

"Ah?" Lu Ming didn't understand.

"I'm afraid that when I come back, you have already finished the game. This is the first time for me to watch your game from the sidelines. I really like watching you play!" Little Tom said, tears fell down.

Well, I didn't cry when I was hit, but I cried because I might not be able to see the game.

Worthy of being our fans.

"Well, how about I try to control the rhythm, whether it's offensive or defensive?" Lu Ming thought for a while, and made a serious promise to Little Tom.

And stretched out his fist, wanting to punch him.

"Mmm! Mom, let's go check it out!" Little Tom got the promise, bursting into tears, and carefully punched Lu Ming, as if he was afraid of hurting his idol, and then urged his mother to go for a checkup.

Everyone laughed softly when they saw this lovely scene.

Seeing these laughter, the little boy was so embarrassed that he buried his face in his mother's clothes.

After Little Tom walked into the tunnel, he didn't know if the referee deliberately used a timeout to delay the time, or simply wanted the home audience to watch the replay of Lu Ming blocking Wade a few more times. Anyway, the game was suspended for two to three minutes.

"Before Lu Ming was blocked by Wade, and now he returned it and blocked Wade's smash. This is called Unserbao!" Zhang Weiping said with a smile.

"Yes." Sun Zhengping felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it out, so he had to simply respond.

On Barkley's side, he received the promise from Lu Ming and Little Tom just now, and said with a smile, "The little guy asked Lu to play slower because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to watch the game, and Lu also promised to control the rhythm. He dared to say and promised. I just don't know how Coach D'Antoni, who is good at running and bombing, would think."

"A brave little boy, a warm big boy. Let us hope that the little boy is fine. In that case, this scene will become a good story in the NBA. So, I think Coach D'Antoni will probably agree." Kenny Smith said.

"Yes." Buckley nodded.

"There must be nothing wrong." In front of the TV, the audience also prayed for Little Tom.

After communicating with Lu Ming and D'Antoni on the Knicks bench, they got approval, and then gathered their teammates to form a circle and said loudly, "Brothers, maybe my request is a bit selfish, but I hope that in the next game, before that little guy comes back, please work harder on the defensive end, fight for every ball, and defend until the end of 24 seconds!"

"I have no opinion at all!" Du Hong said with a smile.

"I agree with Lu's approach. This should be our Christmas gift to the audience and that little boy." David Lee and Gallinari also responded positively.

This kind of thing, after it gets out, will only make people have a better impression of players like them, so it's strange to be interesting.

"That kid may have spent a lot of money to watch a game at our home court. It would be too cruel for him if he could only watch half a quarter. So, boss, we will cooperate with whatever you want." Unexpectedly, Milicic, a big man, is actually so delicate.

"Then, let them see that when we play slow, we are still unstoppable!" Lu Ming said boldly, grateful for his teammates' unconditional cooperation.

"Unstoppable!" the crowd yelled.

On the side of the Heat, Chalmers, who knew what happened just now, said, "How about we speed up?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately shook his head and denied himself, "That would be too shameful. Let's fight normally."

"Or, let's also control the rhythm, cooperate with that side, and play slower?" Haslem suggested.

At this time, it seemed that winning or losing was no longer in their consideration.

Wade nodded, shook his head again, and said to Coach Spoelstra, "Coach, from now on, we will still play at the previous rhythm. If this game will show the temperature of the NBA to the outside world, then we shouldn't make it an ugly show."

"Hmm." Coach Spoelberg had no objection.

In the box, David Stern and the others already knew what happened on the sidelines.

Generally speaking, a slow-paced game will make the audience drowsy.

The series between the Spurs and the Pistons is a good example of the problem.

What David Stern hates the most is teams like the Spurs and Pistons reaching the finals, so he doesn't know what to say about Lu Ming's promise.

You can't go out and stop it. If you say this, it will ruin the Christmas war.

That way, everyone will definitely be outraged.

Donnie Walsh suggested, "Why don't you tell the referee in private to blow more whistles? Interrupt the progress of the game?"

David Stern shook his head and denied, "This is not good, it will make a game that should have been wonderful, even more ugly. Moreover, it seems too deliberate."

"It's still left to the players to lead themselves. I believe that they all know what to do on the court." Pat Riley said.

we can only do this.

On the court, the timeout ends and the game continues.

The Heat are still in possession of the offensive ball. Before serving the baseline, Wade said to Lu Ming, "Lu, until that little guy comes back, let's put aside our grievances for now."

"Yes. Thank you!" Lu Ming smiled.

Wade nodded with a cold face, then took the basketball handed over by the referee, and prepared to serve the baseline.

The Heat's players started to run, and the other four Knicks also ran, chasing their defenders and not giving them a chance to attack smoothly.

In the end, Wade had no choice but to pass the basketball to Beasley who was about to return to the center line.

Gallinari immediately defended semi-close to prevent him from suddenly shooting.

Beasley had a breakthrough. After a few swings, he swayed out of the breakthrough space, broke in with a big stride, and faced David Lee who jumped out, he was about to shoot a mid-range shot.

As for passing?

what is that?
However, at the moment when he jumped into the air, finished shooting, and just shot the basketball, he suddenly heard a reminder from his teammates, "Be careful!"

Before he could react, there was a bang in his ear.

The basketball he threw was blocked by someone!

And, fly directly to the auditorium.

"oh oh!"

Then, there were exclamations and screams from the audience.

"How is it possible? Who is it? It's him again!" Beasley looked back immediately after landing, and found that Lu Ming was looking at him coldly.

"Oh, my God, Lu sent another block! Three blocks in the half, Lu broke his own half-time record!" Barkley said excitedly, slapping the table.

"Lu's bounce is amazing." Kenny Smith shook his head and sighed.

At this time, something interesting happened on the field.

When the referee went to get the ball that was thrown by Lu Ming from the audience on the sidelines, the audience suddenly asked the referee, "You don't want it, do you? You don't really want it, do you? If you want it, just say it. If you don't want it, I will give it to you, and if you want it, I won't give it to you..."

The referee really wanted to blow two technical fouls in a row and send this guy off the field.

"Is this how you control the tempo on the defensive end? Use blocks to destroy the offense, cause dead balls, and then prolong our offensive time. But, is it possible for you to do this for every shot?" Wade glanced at Lu Ming, a little confused.

In his opinion, it is obviously more reasonable to use that kind of biting defense.

Although, the scene may not be pretty.

But it's too risky to block the cap.

"Oh, he doesn't want to use more fouls to prolong the game time? But if this is the case, it is not conducive to the result of the game." Wade thought of another possibility.

However, 3 minutes later, when Lu Ming once again blocked Haslem's 22nd second, almost 100% shot, Wade changed his mind.

Lu Ming is indeed blocking the ball and hitting the ball out of bounds, and then creating dead ball opportunities to extend the game time.

Moreover, I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Li was actually picked up by that audience again.

So, there was another scene where the referee wanted to blow two technical fouls.

When the audience saw this scene, they also laughed out loudly. During the Christmas battle, the atmosphere was full of joy.

Afterwards, the infected Knicks and other players also began to use this risky defensive approach to delay the game.

If you can't block the shot, go steal it.

Those who are good at grabbing rebounds should count more times, and by the way, also count more rebounds.

After that, the Heat also got itchy hands and began to follow suit.

Fortunately, the referee did not follow Donnie Walsh's proposal. As long as there was no obvious foul, as long as there was no conflict, the whistle could not be blown.

"It's just unbelievable. In the last 6 minutes of the second quarter, at least a quarter of it was the 14-second attack after the block, so the number of offensive rounds between the two sides was not small. However, a large number of blocks also caused a lot of dead time, so the game time was relatively prolonged. Moreover, because of those simple and rough blocks, the 6-minute game was mesmerizing to watch!" Zhang Weiping said at the end of the second quarter.

"Yeah, it's hard for you to imagine that Lu Ming sent out 6 blocked shots in halftime! Similarly, he was actually blocked 3 or 4 times!" Sun Zhengping said.

"It was 4 times, and once it happened in the first quarter." Zhang Weiping added.

"So, whether it's the number of blocks or being blocked, Lu Ming has set a new record?" Sun Zhengping said with a smile.

"Haha, probably so!" Zhang Weiping also laughed.

"It's so exciting! I think, even if you play a game like this for a day, you won't feel bored watching it. Blocks, blocks, and blocks again!" Barkley was completely shocked by the completely unreasonable blocks.

There is an urge to go up and send a few blocks.

Of course, it is also possible to send a few blocked shots.

"I have a hunch, Charles, maybe this game will set a lot of single-game records for blocked shots. Individual ones, as well as team ones. Of course, there may also be new records for rebounds and steals." Kenny Smith looked at the data of the two teams and made a bold prediction.

"Anyway, Lu's blocks are already a record in a single game." Barkley only had Lu Ming in his eyes.

"Hehe, yes, Lu was blocked 4 times in the first half, probably a record in a single game." Kenny Smith also discovered Huadian.

"Haha! There are still mistakes." Lu Chui returned to Lu Chui, but he should laugh, and still have to laugh.

"Sure enough, the thoughts of young people are confusing. This approach is very spiritual!"

In the box, including David Stern, no one thought that this group of players would solve the problem of rhythm in this way.

Lu is really good at it!

If the finals were like this, instead of the kind of basic skills throughout the whole process of playing the board and playing the board, how beautiful it would be.

David Stern was heartbroken.

On the other side, after the Knicks players returned to the locker room, Lu Ming turned and went to the medical room.

"Ah? Lu, have you guys finished playing? I just finished checking, and the doctor said that I can continue to watch the game. Why did you play so fast! Well, it's all because of the doctor, who checked so slowly!" Little Tom saw Lu Ming coming in, thought the game was over, and was about to cry.

The doctor lies innocently.

"Haha! No, it's only halftime. Because of your bravery, we successfully blocked the enemy's attack time!"

Lu Ming laughed and went up to Little Tom. When he stretched out his hand to touch the child's head, he glanced at his mother. After getting approval, he rubbed his head and said, "Since we can watch the game, continue to cheer for me in the second half!"

"Hmm!" Little Tom was so excited.

"Then I'll go back to the locker room first, and discuss with the coaches and players how to play the game in the second half so that our little Tom can enjoy watching it more happily." After Lu Ming finished speaking, he gave Little Tom a high-five and walked out of the medical room.

"Lu, thank you for everything you have done for Tom." The child's mother came out, called Lu Ming, and said solemnly.

"You're welcome, other people would do the same thing. Besides, it's because of me that Little Tom almost couldn't watch the game. So, I still want to say sorry to you." Lu Ming said with a smile.

"No, sitting in that position is always a bit dangerous. Anyway, thank you." The mother shook her head and said.

"Well, I also want to congratulate you on having such a brave son." Lu Ming didn't know if it was appropriate to say this abroad, but he said it anyway.

"Thank you." The child's mother said and turned back to the medical room.

After Lu Ming returned to the locker room and told everyone about Tom's situation, everyone was a little disappointed even though they were happy.

"What's wrong?" Lu Ming didn't understand.

Shouldn't it be a very happy thing, why one by one, but this expression?
Very wrong.

"Boss, that is to say, in the second half, we don't have to continue the game style at the end of the second quarter? Oh, my God, I only blocked three shots. It's too boring. I have to block three more!" Milicic looked unwilling.

"I didn't get blocked once, and I was blocked twice! Did I say anything?" Du Hong rolled his eyes.

"However, you have 3 steals, right? If it wasn't because some of them were too big and directly destroyed the ball out of the sideline, there might have been 5 or 6 of them!" David Lee said with a smile.

"Come on, you scored 15 rebounds in the first half, and you actually used consecutive penalty kicks. It's almost embarrassing! By the way, you have set your own half-time rebound record. You must be happy, right?" Gallinari said to David Lee.

"Didn't you also get 3 blocked shots?" David Lee asked.

As for what the face is, can it eat?

No, but it helps in picking up girls.

"Hey, by the way, I also blocked a shot!" Tony Douglas joined in.

Larry Hughes said shyly, "Although I accidentally got blocked by Wade twice, I also blocked him once and stole him once, so it was barely a tie."

Then those like Chandler, Earl Baron, and Ellington, who didn't get playing time in the last half of the quarter, had to use the number of towel throws to show their sense of participation.

"..."

Lu Ming finally understood.

It turned out that these guys were addicted to defense.

What he didn't know was that the same scene happened in the Heat's locker room. Everyone was discussing how many blocks, steals and rebounds they produced, and how many times they were blocked and how many times they were stolen.

In short, even those who are blocked and steals are happy.

I feel that today's game is really interesting.

Until, they were reminded, that little boy, he could watch the game live in the second half.

So one after another, they let out extremely contradictory sighs.

Here, I was about to speak and tell them that as long as the defense is active in the second half, there is still a chance, but they yelled at the same time, "Boss Lu, shut up!"

"Ah, is this going to rebel?" Lu Ming was stunned by the yelling.

(End of this chapter)