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Chapter 47 Hidden Strength?

beep!
The referee tosses the ball high.

boom!
Eddie Curry and Gasol stretched out their long arms and caught the ball at the same time.

The ball moved irregularly, and it happened to fall into the hands of Wang Xiaohui on the side of the middle circle.

When Wang Xiaohui got the ball, everyone's first reaction was that he would hand it over to the point guard Arenas.

However, no one expected that Wang Xiaohui would suddenly get violent, squeeze away Battier who was defending him, and directly speed up and kill the frontcourt.

"Stop him!"

Battier shouted quickly.

Everyone in the white team quickly turned their attention to Wang Xiaohui.

In front of Wang Xiaohui, point guard Richardson was already waiting at the free throw line, while Gasol, Jefferson, and Randolph were all rushing to the side.

The white team is in a pinch attack situation. In this case, Wang Xiaohui dare not attack, right?
On the field, Wang Xiaohui really did.

When he was about to meet Richardson, Wang Xiaohui suddenly slowed down and turned back, as if he was looking for someone.

"Wang, here!"

Arenas they all came up to support.

But at this moment, when everyone's attention was diverted, Wang Xiaohui suddenly turned around!

A gust of wind killed Richardson in front of him.

Richardson didn't react at all, and could only watch Wang Xiaohui rush into the inside lane.

The inside line is very empty at this time, and the big men of Gasol and Randolph are slower and have not settled down.

However, there are still people staring at Wang Xiaohui.

"I won't let you succeed!"

Richard Jefferson!
The last time we met, my failure was due to this guy in front of me.

Today, Jefferson has to win back no matter what.

Wang Xiaohui hit the basket from the left, and Jefferson joined the defense from the right wing.

"Rush in, the two are about to face each other!"

Barkley and Kenny Smith were very excited in the live commentary.

Countless fans at the scene all stared at the basket. How will this ball end?
It's too late, it's too soon.

Wang Xiaohui and Jefferson jumped up almost simultaneously.

"Oh, Jefferson's position is very good, his jumping height almost covers Wang, this ball, Wang may be worse!"

Before Kenny Smith finished speaking, Wang Xiaohui and Jefferson crossed the field.

In the air, Wang Xiaohui seemed to shrank, flashed past Jefferson, and glided past the basket.

On the other side of the basket, with a hook, the basketball flew straight to the high point of the backboard with a strong spin.

呲~
The basketball was lightly sideways in the upper right corner of the backboard, and immediately changed his mind, and went into the basket at an extremely exaggerated angle.

Whoosh!
"Wow!!!"

The goal was scored, and the cheers of the scene suddenly sounded.

Looking at the way I seemed to be looking at my right hand at Jefferson on the court, shrugging my shoulders, and spreading my hands, many people thought of the myth of basketball.

"Wang's lever action reminds me of a person."

"Michael Jordan! Wang is imitating Michael Jordan."

"How can I rush today's Wang to be possessed by Michael Jordan?"

In the commentary, Kenny Smith also thought the same way.

"Charles, when you saw the ball just now, do you think of anyone?"

"Oh man, of course I know who you're talking about. However, Wang's strength has not reached the height of that bastard. Although I don't like that bastard, but what I'm saying here is fair. Wang is still far behind . just pull the lever, and a lot of people can do it."

Barkley and Jordan didn't get along at all.

Barkley finally made it to the finals that year, but was defeated by that bastard.

Michael Jordan recruited this guy to the training camp, and Barkley naturally didn't pretend to talk about Wang Xiaohui, and he was definitely not optimistic about him.

"So, Wang's current predicted pick is more than 30, what do you think his final pick will be?"

"Well, as I said before, Wang's pick is on the high side. His final pick should be around 58th."

"58?"

Anyone else would definitely not understand the meaning, but Kenny Smith does.

This year, the Timberwolves were investigated and confirmed because of the yin and yang contract, and the NBA finally issued a big fine.

The Timberwolves were deprived of their first-round pick for five years.

Therefore, this year's draft will only have 57 seats.

Barkley's 58 is really level.

"Haha, Charles, you can just say that Wang will lose the election."

"No, I think 58 is pretty good."

"Don't tell me you don't know about Minnesota."

"Well, that's what I mean."

"So, everyone, watch out, Charles has a grudge because of what happened last time, and he just doesn't like Wang."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm an objective and fair commentator. Forget it, let's go back to the game. We saw the white team's half-court battle, wow!"

As soon as Barkley saw the court, he saw the bloody scene.

On the field, Jefferson got rid of Wallace's defense and rushed directly to the inside. With a beautiful turn, with the help of Gasol's cover, he directly avoided the defense and rushed to the basket.

Seeing that Jefferson was about to drive the ball into the basket, a big hand slapped him from behind.

boom!
The basketball was slapped and hit the backboard directly.
With a bang, the basketball rebounded instantly!

Fight back!

The red team's counterattack!
Wang Xiaohui, who was fast down, got the pass while he was on the move, and he moved around. He bypassed the defense of Battier and Richardson, rose directly from the ground, and dunked the ball hard into the basket in front of the two.

"Wow!!! Good shot, another one!"

"Wang! It's Wang again!"

"Wow, I have a hunch, today will be Wang's special performance."

Two offenses and one defense, Wang Xiaohui's wonderful performance directly detonated the field.

However, this is just the beginning.

Iron and blood defense, no leaks!
Richardson was intercepted, and Battier's offense was slammed. He blocked Jefferson's impact head-on, grabbed the ball in Randolph's hands, and blocked Gasol in the air.

Post-up singles, hit repeatedly.

Battier, Richardson, and Jefferson were deflated again and again.There is no way to take him no matter who he changes.Even if it is double-teaming, Wang Xiaohui can still find a mobile phone opportunity from the gap and kill the opponent!
Attack the inside line, powerful and invincible!
Jefferson was thrown off his feet!Randolph was so tricked that he fell to the ground!Gasol lost all face when he was buckled.

...

beep!
Two 24-minute periods in the first half came to an end.

34-56
The red team led by 22 points!
其中，王晓辉独得30分5篮板6助攻4抢断4盖帽。

Wang Xiaohui dominated the game alone.

The dominant performance directly conquered everyone on the scene.

"Wang, wang, wang!"

"I heard that Wang studied under Michael Jordan in Chicago. Now, needless to say, he is definitely Michael Jordan's successor."

"Someone said before that Wang is hiding his strength! Is it the stone hammer today?"

"Wang is too powerful, isn't he? He really hid it before."

"There's another Michael Jordan."

Watching Wang Xiaohui and his teammates celebrating their end, Jefferson's eyes were blank.

Before he came, he had planned to take revenge, but he never expected such a situation.

"This, how is it possible? How is it possible? Is this person possessed by Michael Jordan?"

Looking at Jefferson in a daze on the field, Kenny Smith and Barkley were very sympathetic.

They are all defeated by that bastard, and they know the bastard's movements best.

Although they didn't like it very much, there was nothing they could do about it.

At this time, they can fully understand the feelings of Richard Jefferson on the court.

To be honest, they felt the man's shadow.

"Charles, do you still think so about Wang's draft prospects?"

"He killed the top picks in the draft, or he killed it with a crushing posture. What do you think I should evaluate?"

Seeing Barkley helpless, Kenny Smith was the happiest.

"Okay, then, here comes the question. In the draft, there is a guard with amazing strength like Wang, and a talented center like Kwame Brown. Who do you think will be the No. [-] pick?"

"Of course I still choose Kwame Brown and Tyson Chandler. The inside is the mainstream of this era."

"Isn't there a saying in the public opinion? 'If there is Joe, choose Joe, if there is no Joe, choose Shark'. Why not choose Wang?"

"With Joe, of course I want to choose Joe, but I didn't. Wang's super-level performance today really surprised me, but compared to Michael Jordan, Wang's talent is still much worse. At least, his wingspan is less. Michael ten centimeters."

Barkley thinks like many professionals.

Even if we go back to the 84 draft, the No. [-] pick will still be Olajuwon, not Jordan!
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(End of this chapter)