NBA Big Devil: I rule the league with defense

Cynthia, who just picked up the falling 5000 yuan in a panic, also clicked on the latest push of Philadelphia Sports News.

For her, this news was also a bolt from the blue!

"Shock!The Philadelphia 76ers successfully renewed their contract with the undrafted pick Han Mo, and the renewal amount exceeded the number one pick of the season! "

"Han Mo is extremely confident about his future, he is only willing to sign a one-year contract worth 500 million US dollars! "

"You black brother! Ruined my life!" Cynthia instantly turned into a furious lioness and rushed towards John Salmons.

The 5000 yuan just picked up was scattered all over the place.

Salmons stood there dumbfounded, letting this white shrew tear him apart, because he knew that he was going to the end of the way for the 76ers.

……

The first thing Han Mo did when he returned to the arena was to go back to the training hall and continue to practice that damn three-pointer.

"System, let's wait and see, I will become the contemporary Curry!"

Han Mo jumped up gracefully from outside the three-point line and shot!

"Duang!" The basketball bounced hard!

"Hey, Han!" A black assistant coach named Eminem came over, followed by a short, fat, middle-aged white man. He obviously had few hairs on his head, but he still stubbornly put on hairspray and coiled it up. "This is Billy King's new shooting trainer, Sean. He has taught the shooting of Thunder Miller, Steve Kerr and other league sharpshooters. You will improve faster if you practice with him. The team needs you to grow faster!"

"Oh, professionals, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Han Mo held Xiao's soft hand and sighed inwardly. What I need most is not a shooting trainer, but a system programmer.

Xiao said, "You vote for 100 first, and I'll see."

Han Mo obediently shot 100 three-pointers.

Xiao listened to the endless sound of hammering irons, Rouqiu frowned, it seemed that he had taken on a big job.

Xiao said to Han Mo very honestly: "I have watched your game. You have amazing talent on the defensive end. As long as you strengthen your skills in this area, you don't need to shoot, and you will become a first-line player in the league in the future."

Damn, Americans, are you so straightforward?Am I desperate for the shot trainer?

"No!" Han Moyi said righteously: "In order to win the championship, I can't just be a defensive engineer, I must become a good shooter!"

"Okay!" Xiao said, "Then please forget about all your shots, let's practice from the most basic!"

"Then shall we practice from three points or two points?" Han Mo asked naively.

"Go, let's practice strength first!"

"Ah? Power? Hey, Xiao, haven't you seen my dunk? Please, I want to practice shooting!" Han Mo asked.

"If you want to learn how to shoot, just listen to me!" The little white fat man looked at Han Mo calmly. There seemed to be an unspeakable power in his white fat body.

……

Four days passed in a flash, and the 76ers played against the Wizards at home.

Han Mo sat on the sidelines watching Michael Jordan who was still warming up for shooting, and finally felt what it means to be a fan and a little girl.

Although compared with his peak period, Jordan has a rounder circle, bouncing, and speed have changed from god to man, but every movement of him seems to have a golden halo.

Han Mo took out the prepared pen and the Jordan Bulls jersey, cheered himself up, walked over to Jordan,

"Hi Michael, can I have an autograph?"

Jordan, who had just hit the iron with a long two-pointer, was stunned, "It's not time for fans to sign autographs, how did you come in?"

Jordan looked at Han Mo from the beginning to the end, this jersey, this height, this muscular dimension... "Are you a player too?"

"Yes, my name is Han Mo, and I've been your fan for 20 years!"

"20 years? Are you 20 years old? Ha, ha——?" Jordan suddenly looked at Han Mo again like a monster,

"You are Han Mo? You are the Chinese man who made Alan Houston cry, and then his younger brother wanted to take your leg off?"

"Huh?" Han Mo was bewildered, and he agreed to only talk with basketball?

"I heard that you defend very well," Jordan finished signing with a smile, "Then you are the one defending me today?"

"Ah, no, it's a pity," Han Mo said honestly: "The coach asked me to defend your first scoring point - Jerry Stackhouse."

The corner of Jordan's mouth twitched visibly.

Han Mo was startled: Oops!Look at my mouth!

The game begins, broadcast live across the United States!

Both starting lineups: Wizards: pg: Larry Hughes; sg: Jerry Stackhouse; sf: Brian Russell; pf: Braden Hayward; c: Kwame Kwame brown

76ers: pg: Eric Snow; sg: Allen Iverson; sf: Hammer; pf: Keith Van Horn; c: Todd McCloch

Han Mo starts for the first time in his NBA career!

Charles Barkley and Stephen A. Smith teamed up again to commentate.

"It is worth noting today that Sir Barkley is wearing the 'No. 1' jersey of the popular Spicy Chicken Hanmer in this game!" Smith gloated and paid attention to the national audience.

"It's just a bet. I'm not a guy who plays with the wind." Barker deliberately covered his jersey with his outer suit. "But I have to say that Han Mo is really good as a striker defender."

"It's more than two tricks?" Smith squealed with his eyes wide open, "As an undrafted pick, Han Mo's contract is the largest among rookies this year, and he rejected the 76ers' general manager's proposal of 4 million in four years and insisted on signing 2000 An annual contract of 1 million yuan! This means that this Chinese man's ambition is far beyond that!"

Buckley raised his fat finger: "Young people are too arrogant, they need life to beat him up, money is yours only if you put it in your own bag!"

"By the way, Sir Barkley, may I ask, how many times have you received a salary of more than 500 million in your career?"

Barkley clenched his fists and gave Smith a blank look, "Let's watch the game, look! Han Mo made a fast break and missed an empty basket! 500 million? That's it?"

There was no one under the basket, Han Mo missed a layup, Han Mo took off the rebound and dunked hard!

The ball bounces again!

At this time, Jerry Stackhouse strode over and pointed his fingertips towards the rebound, but at that moment, Han Mo grabbed the rebound again with a better position!

Still have to deduct!

Jerry Stackhouse leaps to block the hole again!

Han Mo smiled slightly, waiting for you!

Han Mo grabbed the ball with one hand and slammed the ball into the basket with Jordan's signature dunk across Stackhouse!

Jerry Stackhouse was thrown straight to the bottom line!

"Whoa, my God!" Smith screamed, "It's about to murder Jerry!"

"There should be a black and white photo of Jerry Stackhouse on the website tomorrow.

Below it is written that he died on Wachovia Center Stadium, the murderer: Undrafted Han Mo! "