Above All Beings in the NBA

"Old Ke, how many points did you get?"

Yao Ming asked confidently.

"Not much, only 27 points."

"I really envy you. Scoring is like drinking water. I can't do it. I have to dig it!"

The two gave each other a blank stare.

Kobe: "You are almost invincible at the basket, and you still struggle to score?"

Yao Ming: "It's really fast to shoot three-pointers all the time."

Jordan finally got his dream debut time.

"If you can't defend well, just wait here and sit on the bench."

Wang Hao bared his teeth to scare little Jordan.

"What are you doing? Didn't you get blown up by others in your rookie season?"

Yao Ming stood up and presided over justice for his substitute.

Wang Hao's method of leading the team is very simple. Those who can shoot will pull away, and those who cannot shoot will wait for the pie. He breaks through.

Little Jordan raised his proud head, "See, in the Lakers, the boss has to pass the ball to me."

The Magic team is attacking, Master Huo is determined to ask for the ball, and he looks like a naive little Jordan in singles.

Little Jordan has no skills, can't shoot, can eat cakes and has such a lot of strength, it seems that Master Huo is the same, the two seem to be carved out of the same mold.

Master Huo finally found someone who can compete with him in strength and jumping. He is very happy. He hates the center like Yao Ming. He hits the basket and rarely dunks like him.

The happy master Huo also showed off his handy tricks. After turning around, relying on his direct and super airborne ability, he even waited for Jordan for a while before putting the ball in.

"Boss, I..."

Little Jordan was a little embarrassed, after all, he felt that he could defend himself just now.

"It's okay, didn't you hear what Dayao said, I was also beaten by this guy in my rookie season."

"So it's true?"

Little Jordan is like discovering a new world.

"Of course it's fake"

The Magic's defense against Wang Hao was useless. Wang Hao easily got to the inside of the Magic. Master Huo came over to make up for it. As soon as he moved, Jordan was ready to take off.

"This foolish man has good eyesight."

Wang Hao threw the ball into the sky, over the top of Master Huo's head, and just in time for the young Jordan who jumped up on the other side.

Howard: "In the past, I used to dunk others empty-handedly. How come I beat the Lakers and others dunk me."

"Boss, handsome!"

Little Jordan didn't have time to talk about Master Huo's inner journey. After saying a word, he quickly returned to defense.

The Magic advanced quickly and handed the ball to Master Huo, who had succeeded in the previous singles.After bumping and turning around, the rare Master Huo even lifted the ball up and swayed it. There is no doubt that his little Jordan was directly sent flying. Then Wang Hao closed his eyes in pain, and Master Huo completed a dunk.

"Hanhan, as long as you stand still, there's nothing he can do, don't jump, just like Dayao, stand on your feet, you know?"

"Got it, boss."

Wang Hao saw little Jordan's appearance, and knew that he only knew it by lip service.

In this way, you played back and forth for 4 minutes. Kobe and Yao Ming both appeared on the stage, and the final decisive battle was about to come. For this reason, Van Gundy also called a timeout.

"Next will be the decisive moment. We can still play in the fourth quarter if we get through it. But we can only go back to Orlando with a 2-0 deficit."

"Don't worry, the coach will leave it to me."

Van Gundy didn't even have the desire to take a second look at Howard. He thought Yao Ming was that stupid Jordan?

Back on the court, Kobe Bryant continued to kill the gods, and Howard's self-important tricks became useless under Yao Ming's tenacious defensive strategy.

In the third quarter, with Kobe's performance, the game slowly went further and further.

"Why, why?, we played well, but we lost the game"

Howard, who was sitting off the court in the fourth quarter, complained dissatisfiedly.

"Son, you can still get better and make your attack range bigger."

"But coach..."

"Don't talk about it, I'm going to go back to Orlando to equalize the big score"

The entire fourth quarter was garbage time. After the third quarter, Wang Hao quietly left and drove to the hospital.

"How? Is there any response?"

Wang Hao asked Curry who was sitting at the door.

"See for yourself"

Curry looked like I wanted to die.

Confused, Wang Hao pushed open the door, only to see Aomei wearing loose clothes, with a chicken wing in one hand and a chicken drumstick in the other, while his manager, Brother Huang, kept pouring out delicacies from a food box.

"Honey, you are about to give birth, didn't the doctor tell you to pay attention to your diet?"

"Yes, so I let Uncle Huang cook all my meals."

...

Wang Hao's head hurts a little, the doctor doesn't seem to mean that.

"Don't worry, Boss, the food is made by my father himself, and some Chinese medicine is added in it, so don't worry, it's absolutely fine to eat."

Wang Hao doesn't care about this anymore. Old Uncle Huang has always been reassuring. He is thinking, is he a little poor? Not enough.

Stayed with Aomei in the hospital until June 6th, until the moment before Wang Hao was about to leave for the away game, Aomei still didn't respond at all, she should eat and drink, Wang Hao was a little suspicious, Aomei's stomach I'm not pregnant with a Nezha.

"Hey! Did your wife react a lot before giving birth?"

"It's quite big, what's wrong?"