Add one, I'm not very good at fighting

"What's this?" Hamilton took what was in Li Ang's hand and observed it.

"Of course this is a sports protective product. An ultra-thin sports mask that is super transparent to the touch of the skin! I asked the team doctor to customize it for you. You can wear it quickly to see if it fits? It can effectively protect your nose."

Li Ang couldn't wait to urge Hamilton to put on the mask.

It's not that Hamilton didn't think about wearing a mask before, but he was afraid that wearing that thing would affect his shooting, so he gave up.

But this time, Li Ang directly enforced it, and Hamilton had no choice but to submit obediently.

"Okay, it's so handsome that the crab is not meat!"

Li Ang looked at Hamilton with the mask on, and immediately felt a lot better.

This Hamilton is perfect!

Enough with cauliflower snakes!

"Uh...Are you sure I'm going to take this to fight the Lakers in the next game?" Hamilton was still not used to it.

"Of course, then you don't have to be afraid of being elbowed by Malone. Only in this way can I spend my 10 yuan."

At this time, in Los Angeles, Kobe, who also just finished the game, was being interviewed by reporters.

As always, he was without Shaq.

"Kobe, you will face the Pistons in the next game. Although Li Ang will come back in the next game, you will most likely face the Pistons' No. [-] scorer Richard Hamilton. How will you deal with an opponent who has been running tirelessly on the offensive end?"

Kobe showed his white teeth confidently: "How to deal with it? When I was still in high school in 1995, I had already dealt with Hamilton. Don't worry, I can catch up and deal with him. I think our biggest trouble is still Leon!"

Kobe didn't pay attention to Hamilton at all.

Hamilton was asked at a press conference about throwing up his dog.

Hamilton said with a smile: "Hey, ordinary dogs can't catch up with me."

"Ah!"

Kobe, who just said he could catch up with Hamilton, sneezed.

Damn, who is scolding me behind my back...

227: There must be one who spits out (ask for a monthly ticket!)

Hamilton sprints across the practice field wearing a mask, catches a pass from Billups, makes a cool, flowing shot...and hits it.

Li Ang grabbed the rebound and passed the ball to backup point guard Atkins.

Atkins organized a wave, and then also passed the ball to Li Ang, who was wandering in the middle distance.

Li Ang held the little prince's long arm and forcibly shot the ball. He was also handsome and elegant.

However, there was still a "duang" when watching the ball, and it shot out of the frame.

Li Ang and Hamilton used their strength to explain what it means that it doesn't matter whether you get in or not, and the key posture is handsome.

Seeing this, Carlisle waved his hand, called his assistant coach, and whispered in his ear.

"The time is almost here, contact them quickly!"

"Uh... who to contact?" The assistant coach was taken aback, damn it, Carlisle watched gangster movies again last night, right?

"Tsk, of course I contacted the worker who repainted the basket. Didn't you see that the basket was almost bald?"

Carlisle was really convinced. After Li Ang joined the Pistons, Carlisle specifically asked the team to strengthen the basketball hoop on the training ground.

After all, Carlisle once heard the rumor that Li Ang smashed the backboard in the national team training camp.

Carlisle thought that Li Ang was only destructive in dunking, but he still underestimated Li Ang's strength.

He never expected that the destructive power of Li Ang's shots was also unbelievably strong.

Forget it yourself, but Nima also missed Hamilton, the Pistons' most accurate shot.

Li Ang and Hamilton hit you and me, and the basket smashed loudly.

It looked like the defending champion was about to be played, but the team's top two scorers were all terrified.

Carlisle didn't know what to do.

Although the Lakers have Kobe with 21 irons in a single game, the Pistons are a team after all.

Playing games still can't rely too much on Kobe's personal ability.

Li Ang and Hamilton also frowned after a bang bang bang bang bang bang bam.

Hamilton iron, because he is still getting used to the sports protective equipment that Li Ang gave him.

There is always a layer of something separating the skin when exercising, and it does take some getting used to.

As for Li Angtie, it was because he deliberately made a lot of unreasonable strong shots.

After all, the catch and shooter badge can slightly improve Li Ang's anti-interference ability when catching and shooting, so Li Ang has always wanted to try how to improve it.

The result is clear. Although the badge can assist Li Ang, it will not make Li Ang ignore the defense directly.

People are like this, they always want to try something new, and they always want to taste a new tea.

It's just that Li Ang used it a bit too much. No one defended him from not shooting, and he became Kobe.

After the training, Li Ang and Hamilton looked at each other.

In this state, I don't know if Kobe will be exhausted tomorrow, but Shaq will definitely be exhausted.

No one can keep jumping continuously to grab rebounds like this.

After this game, O'Neal had to lose 10 catties.

Hamilton took off his mask, sweating profusely: "No, it's too uncomfortable. I do sports, so I don't like to wear these barrier-like things! I like to go straight to the battle with a gun, you know?"

Li Ang was also a little out of breath, and frowned tightly: "Oh, it's not safe for you to go directly into battle with a gun! Necessary protective measures must be taken."

Li Ang comforted Hamilton, but couldn't help complaining about himself in his heart.

This Nima...

I'm afraid I got a fake badge.

Geneva, money back!

Kenyon Martin, my brother Ma, rushed to the hospital because of this matter.

As a result, this broken badge is useless.

Are you sorry for Brother Ma's smashed nose?Are you worthy of the dozens of stitches on Ma Ge's forehead?Are you sorry for those faces that Ma Ge lost?

Li Ang and Hamilton feel that they have been infected by Kobe, which is probably Mamba syndrome.

"Li Ang, Li Ang, why have you been suspended for 10 days? Your shooting level is almost inferior to mine."

Brother Ben walked to Li Ang while wiping his sweat.

Li Ang looked contemptuous, I beg Ning not to touch porcelain every day, is my shooting good.

Yes, I admit, there was a time when my shot was at the same level as yours.

But this is the new century, can we stop clinging to that old concept?

Our shooting has been improving with each passing day, okay?

When Li Ang and the others were chatting, a group of reporters walked into the training hall.

It's time to deal with reporters every day again.

Because Li Ang is about to come back in the next game, and he is still playing the traffic role of the Lakers, so there are a lot of reporters who came to the training hall to interview today.

The timing of Li Ang's comeback was so coincidental, no more, no less just came back to play against the Lakers, the reporters all suspected that Stern did it on purpose.

This is clearly a time-barred game!

During the 10-match suspension, I don't know if Li Ang lost or not, but Stern definitely made it.

Stern: Don't talk nonsense, I didn't, I'm not that kind of person.

If Li Ang hadn't directly knocked Kenyon Martin unconscious, Stern originally wanted to suspend him for seven or eight games, and give Li Ang a few games to practice first.

But there was no way, Li Ang was really a bit ruthless, and Rodney Thorne kept putting pressure on Stern, so Stern could only suspend Li Ang for 10 games.

No more.

Stern was really worried that the game would end hastily because of Li Ang's poor state.

And that's what worries journalists, too.

The reporters rushed forward, and most of them surrounded Li Ang.

For this situation, the generals of the Pistons are used to it.

Li Ang was being interviewed by reporters while drinking water.

But the reporter almost didn't let Li Ang spray on the spot.

"Are you guilty of the way the team is now?"

"Uh... no, how is the team doing now?"

Although the Pistons' record of 10 wins and 4 losses in the past 6 games is not outstanding, the overall record of the Pistons is still very good.

It is still number one in the East.

How do you say it from your mouth, it seems that we have lost ten games in a row and are about to go to the No. [-] lottery.

"Understood, pass it on, Li Ang is not responsible for the recent decline in the team's record."

"No... bridge bean sack, that's not what I meant..."

Li Ang sighed. In this era of underdeveloped internet, the real Nima only needs one mouth to spread rumors.

Although Li Ang didn't play in the recent period, he was indeed criticized quite badly.

Many people said that the team was paying for Li Ang's impulsive behavior.

If it weren't for Li Ang's fever, the Pistons' record would not have declined.

Anyway, it was crazy provocation.

Li Ang admitted that his departure did cause the team's record to decline a lot.

But can you blame me for Nima's fight?

If I don't make a move, Hamilton may be beaten into Voldemort alive.

My teammates didn't blame me, why are you orgasming?

On the other side, the Detroit Metropolitan International Airport was also surrounded by reporters.

The Lakers flight arrived on time, and Kobe walked out wearing sunglasses, looking displeased.

Kobe didn't put on a bad face because he was pretending to be cool, he was really angry now.

Because that fat man O'Neill actually asked for leave, he asked for leave!

O'Neal did not travel with the team, but arrived in Detroit alone at night on the grounds of "handling private matters".

Kobe didn't know what O'Neal was thinking, and the importance of the game against the Pistons is self-evident.

However, before this crucial battle, O'Neal actually left the team without authorization.

Kobe now has the heart to eat shark fin.

"Bryant, the Pistons, as the No. [-] team in the Eastern Conference, has been listed as one of the championship teams this season. Do you think the Pistons can really become an obstacle to the Lakers' three-peat championship?"

Kobe shook his head: "The only thing that can beat a champion is the champion itself."

Kobe deliberately connoted Shaq. If the Lakers lose, they will not be defeated by others, but by themselves.

Kobe was very angry at first, but Hamilton had something to say yesterday, saying that ordinary dogs can't catch up with me...

You mean I'm not an ordinary dog, right?I thank you!

O'Neill was absent again, and Kobe was so angry that he almost died of anger.

So when he walked out of the airport, Kobe looked at his phone and dialed Li Ang.

"Crooked~"

"Tilt your head! Why haven't you responded to my text messages these days!?"