Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 28 Caught in Singles

This year, the Los Angeles Lakers are holding an out-and-out high-ranking pick, and there is a high probability that it will be the top three picks.

For such a precious lottery, one must be cautious, cautious, and more cautious.

If a cornerstone player can be successfully selected, it will be able to turn the team around in a short period of time.

Laughlin frowned in annoyance.

The current Lakers are really unspeakable.

Since Uncle Bass passed away in 2013 and Bass Jr. began to take power, the outside world has never stopped doubting the Los Angeles Lakers.

Laughlin has watched the Bass family being pushed to the forefront step by step over the years, feeling helpless, anxious, and heartbroken.

"Wow!"

At this time, there was another burst of cheers from the stands.

Laughlin opened her eyes, shook her head vigorously, and shook off all these emotions.

She opened her baby notepad, which was densely filled with evaluations of players.

Turning to one of the pages, it looks like a catalog, with the words 2015 draft written on the header, and the footer has been folded many times, with several deep marks already on it.

Below are the names and positions of the two rows of players, several of which are highlighted in circles with footnotes beside them.

Towns, Russell, Okafor, Caulistan, Winslow.

Among the names, Towns, Russell and Okafor are heavily circled, especially Downs, whose blue gel pen line is about to cover the names.

"I want Downs!" Laughlin leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and finally gave the answer.

There were constant cheers outside, and after more than ten seconds, Kobe still didn't speak. Laughlin looked curiously at the Lakers leader.

Kobe seemed to be thinking for a long time before turning around slowly and asking, "How is Russell?"

Laughlin closed her eyes and looked helpless: "Oh, my God, Kobe, you are trying to shake me again! But I insist, if we are the No. [-] pick, we must win Downs!"

Kobe nodded, it seemed that he also recognized Downs.

"I just went to see Allen Iverson."

As soon as the topic changed, Kobe sat down, suddenly changed the topic, and said something that was completely inappropriate.

"Answer? He's here too?" Laughlin was surprised. She didn't expect that it was just an ordinary NCAA game that attracted two superstars.

"Well, he came with the big guy Tanhuaxiu from the 76ers."

Laughlin's expression suddenly changed: "What? He's with people from Philadelphia? The 76ers are a strong contender for the No. [-] pick! My God, they must be here to inspect the players."

Is "Downs" going to die?He is a rare genius insider!

Kobe tilted his head and smiled noncommittally, playing on the court in full swing, but in Kobe's eyes, everyone was just a rough jade that hadn't been polished.

Laughlin turned on the laptop, looked up the data as if suddenly obsessed, and said to herself: "The 76ers have Thabeet, McGee, Noel, and Embiid who hasn't played yet. Logically speaking, they won't compete with us for Towns, right? If they get the No. [-] pick, will they trade down? Do we have any bargaining chips in our hands that can attract them?"

Laughlin uttered a series of question marks like a cannonball, and looked anxiously at Kobe after speaking, hoping to get an answer from him.

It's a pity that the person called "Answer" also didn't give Kobe a clear answer just now.

Kobe did not answer Laughlin's question, but poured himself a glass of whiskey, and changed the subject again: "The guards of the two teams seem to be good tonight."

Laughlin's face was full of black lines. The thinking of this mamba is really hard to guess. Who can keep up with this kind of jumping thinking?

However, he just mentioned the defender?
Laughlin knows that someone like Kobe who has played for 20 years has a very vicious vision. He said that it is good, so it must not be bad.

"As for the guards, you mean Russell from the Buckeyes and Booker from the Wildcats, right?" Laughlin began to take the trouble to find information again. This woman is really scary when she is serious.

Russell and Booker?Kobe shook his head and smiled, took another sip of wine, but what appeared in his heart was another figure!
Laughlin was immersed in her own world, and didn't notice Kobe's tiny movement.

A corner of the auditorium.

"Hey, Allen, look, Russell doesn't seem to be in the right mood." Embiid stretched his neck nervously, watching his best friend rampage on the court, fighting alone.

Iverson nodded. When he looked at Russell now, his eyes were filled with the shadow of his youth, and of course his unyielding spirit.

"Don't worry, he has no problem getting into the NBA with his talent. Win or lose tonight, I hope he can learn something in the game."

Iverson knew that for a talented player, hitting a wall occasionally is definitely better than smooth sailing.

After a free throw, Coach John finally replaced Caulistan, allowing him to rest fully, recover his strength, and prepare to put the attackers on the field at the last critical moment to reap the game.

Towns and Caulistan are generally in charge of offense in the team, and the other is in charge of defense. The responsibilities are very clear. Now that Caulistan has gone down, the inside of the University of Kentucky has suddenly weakened.

During the next timeout, McRae slammed the towel on the floor and glared at Mata.

As if Coach Mata didn't feel it at all, he explained the tactics to several other players.

McRae raised his long legs and kicked a chair away: "Is he enough!"

The surrounding fans were taken aback. In the college league that emphasizes "execution and cooperation", it is really rare to dare to be so presumptuous.

Russell stared at McCree, his eyes had never been so cold, and there seemed to be thousands of sharp steel knives hidden in his pupils, which could stab McCree full of holes at any time.

McRae was taken aback by Russell's super abnormal state, and then swallowed the following words in a daze.

The game continues.

For the University of Kentucky Wildcats, Lyles made a mid-range shot, but it missed. Russell rushed inside, grabbed a backcourt rebound from two centers, and without a word, single-handedly ran forward with the ball.

"What the hell are you going to do, can't you pass the ball?"

McRae yelled at Russell as he ran downfield.

It is conceivable that no one will respond to him at all.

There are many enemies on the road ahead, but Russell doesn't even look at his teammates, and runs with the ball by himself.

At this moment, he only has the basket in his eyes.

The other three teammates also tried to follow Russell in the fast break, but they were thrown far away by Russell after a few steps, so they stopped altogether.

The four members of the Buckeyes except for Russell simply stood outside the three-point line together, with their hips crossed to watch Russell perform alone.

"Aren't you willing to attack? Then you can attack by yourself. Every round is [-]v[-]!"

Mark Jackson sighed: "It's ironic that such a weird and ridiculous scene happened in March Madness!"

(End of this chapter)