Kwame Brown's Freshman

Chapter 150 Regional Finals [-]

Xiaosi's face was gloomy, and he didn't expect to be overshadowed by this bastard.

Stoudemire wanted to defend hard. Although he was really not good at defense, he couldn't hold back his face when he was scored so easily by the opponent.

"Steve, give me the ball!" Stoudemire came to the right side of the three-second zone and opened his hand to ask Nash for the ball.

Nash frowned subconsciously, "I was thinking of calling you to pick and roll, how good do you really think your singles are?" Nash was very dissatisfied, but still passed the ball to Stoudemire.

Facing Stoudemire, Kwame was full of disdain, and he put it on his face without any concealment, "Do you think you are good at singles?" Kwame said directly what Nash wanted to say.

"At least better than you!" Stoudemire hates people saying that his personal singles ability is poor. Absolutely will not admit it.

"That's right! He's better than me. I don't know who made less than [-]% of his field goals in order to average [-] points per game last season!" Kwame said sarcastically.

When Stoudemire heard what Kwame said, he became anxious immediately, and his dribble became unstable. Kwame seized the opportunity to fly the racket in Stoudemire's hand, and the ball flew towards the Suns' half court.

Kwame immediately ran towards the ball, and Nash was also running at the same time. Only Nash, Barbosa, and Parker were able to catch up with Kwame. The latter two were still on the bench, so only Nash Kwame chased after him.

However, when Nash realized that the ball was cut off, Kwame was already a shot behind. Kwame grabbed the ball first, but Nash didn't follow up. It was impossible to prevent it.Seeing that no one was chasing him anymore, Kwame easily rushed to the basket and smashed the ball into the basket to complete a dunk.

"You don't want to play singles by yourself. Really, give the ball to Nash! I have seen your statistics. With Nash's help, your shooting percentage is nearly 30%, but you only have more than [-]% on your own. Hit rate." Kwame "kindly" suggested to Stoudemire, "Listen to me, go and play with Nash, it's too easy for me to win in singles!"

"Shut up!" Stoudemire's face was red when he was told, and he didn't carefully read the statistics when he cooperated with Nash, so he didn't know that Kwame was exaggerating, but he knew his shooting percentage after Nash came. From [-]% to [-]%, this is because I still have some individual singles in it.

"It seems that this is really an idiot with well-developed limbs. If your pick-and-roll scoring rate was [-]%, you would have won [-] wins, and you would have won the scoring champion." Kwame saw Stoudemire's expression and knew He believed the stats he just babbled, and secretly laughed in his heart, "However, the pick-and-roll scoring rate of these two people has really reached [-]%, which is quite terrifying. We must continue to divide these two talents."

"Steve, the ball!" Stoudemire once again ignored Nash's signal for the pick-and-roll, and opened his hand for the ball.Nash has no choice, he is not the kind of very tough person, he can only pass the ball.

When Stoudemire faces Kwame, he will immediately force him!
Kwame saw that Stoudemire was aggressively trying to single him out, and he didn't dare to underestimate him. Although he said that just now, his opponent was someone who averaged [-] points per game with Marbury last year. A center shoots only [-] percent, but Kwame won't take any opponent lightly.

However, Kwame was a little disappointed when he saw the opponent's rough offensive moves, "Although he was selected to the second team, he is still a guy with rough offensive methods. Yes, he is one year younger than me, and he is not like me. Use the first three years of your career to practice basic skills." Stoudemire's offensive skills are very average, and he can tell at a glance that he is a model of weak basic skills. Kwame is now a little thankful that the Wizards did not pay attention to him back then. He practiced basic skills at home, and no one taught him advanced skills.Only now will there be such a rapid pace of progress.

Stoudemire hit the basket, shook a few times and then turned around and made a throw.

Kwame had been waiting for a long time. Kwame didn't eat at all from Stoudemire. Seeing the ball being shot by the opponent, Kwame slapped the ball on the backboard!Kidd grabs the ball and counterattacks!
This time it was Kobe and Marion who ran at the forefront. Kobe received a pass from Kidd, and Marion was already waiting under the basket.

"Hey, interesting little guy!" Kobe saw that this strange-looking young man dared to block him, and his heart of teasing immediately emerged.In fact, Marion is older than Kobe, but Kobe entered the league four years earlier than Marion. When Marion entered the league, Kobe had already been several All-Stars and championships, so Kobe said this with this qualification.

Seeing Kobe rushing towards him, although Marion felt a little timid, as a power forward, although he was forced to defend Duncan and sat in this position, as an insider, he could not let his territory be lost, even if he was dunked. also can not!So Marion plucked up the courage to rush towards Kobe who was laying up, and slapped the ball in Kobe's hand.

Seeing his hand getting closer and closer to the ball, Marion became more and more excited, and it was time for the cap!The hat is here!Marion was very excited, this time Kobe became famous!But when Marion was about to touch the ball, a scene that Marion will never forget appeared. Kobe made a cat waist in the air, got under Marion's armpit, and then stepped forward to dunk the ball into the basket!
Marion was stunned when he saw Kobe making such a heaven-defying movement in the air. He didn't have time to adjust his body and bumped into Kobe's foot. The referee whistled and scored and added a penalty!
Kobe blew his fingers, raised his eyebrows at Marion, and smiled triumphantly.

"Kobe! What the hell is your waist made of! Is it true that you change ten mistresses every year? Otherwise, how could you develop such a strong waist!" Kwame saw Kobe unexpectedly Being able to make such an action with a strong waist and abdomen, he clapped Kobe hard, jokingly.

"Oh, bastard, less strength! I want a free throw!" Kobe's hand hurt from Kwame's strong slap, and he slapped Kwame's hand away. As for the next sentence, Kobe ignored it. Kwame and Stoudemire heard a bit of trash talking in a low voice. Kobe knew that Kwame had turned on the trash talk mode and was still in the indiscriminate attack mode.

Kwame was bored, so he had to prepare to grab a free throw rebound.But seeing Stoudemire next to him, Kwame immediately became happy again, Kobe, you don’t talk to me, I have another person to talk to myself.

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In other words, I really want to scribble casually, and end this book as soon as possible.But I feel sorry for myself.Writing [-] words a day is the limit.Fortunately, there are still a few book friends who support me every day, so I will have the motivation to continue writing.

(End of this chapter)