NBA: I'm not a clean center

locker room.

"fxxk, the locker room at UCLA sucks!"

Seeing the dilapidated locker room, Yoni Rapp muttered in dissatisfaction.

Landry Fields, who was walking ahead, turned around and said:

"Did you forget that we played away at Colorado at Buffalo last year? That's shabby, okay?"

"I heard it's scary to play football. The away locker room is like a pigsty!"

"The pigsty is too much, isn't it that exaggerated?"

Although they were still one point behind at halftime, the Stanford players looked very relaxed.

Even Sean was no exception. At this time, he did not participate in the topic of the locker room, but sat on the sidelines and wandered away.

"Just now there was a pretty girl on the sidelines, but she was wearing the jersey on the opposite side, and it was the center of Selim. Do you want to ask her for a call?"

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Time flies, and the time for half-time breaks in the blink of an eye.

The second half of the game also officially started. The two sides changed sides to fight again, and the lineups of both sides did not change.

Since Sean won the jump ball in the first half, the ball went to UCLA in the second half.

Sean and Selim got entangled again. Before Sean could speak, Selim rushed to cover outside the three-point line as if he had seen a ghost.

"pustule!"

Sean complained a lot, and hurriedly followed, but he still didn't dare to take half a step over the free throw.

UCLA guard Samir followed his first-half strategy, dribbling past the defense with a screen and then hitting the [-]-point line again.

This time there was no such good luck, the basketball went out of the frame, and Sean got another rebound.

After the conversion, Sean fell into a low position again, staring at Selim with malicious intent, which made him feel a little creepy.

"Do you know why Wilt Chamberlain was successful?"

After speaking, Sean held Selim with his hand and asked for the ball from Yoni Rapp at the top of the arc.

Selim's heart tightened, ignoring the doubts in his heart, he hurriedly tried his best to resist Sean's impact.

Just when everyone thought the ball was going to Sean's low post singles, the younger brother Johnny Rapp rebelled.

I saw that he first deceived Samir, who was the opponent, by passing the ball fake, making Samir mistakenly think that it was passed to Sean, and hurriedly turned around to follow the instructions of the head coach to double-team Sean. It was only then that I realized I had been lied to.

What was Johnny Rapp doing who had tricked Samir?

He shot directly one meter beyond the three-point line!

"My grass!"

Bart Wayne on the sidelines clutched his heart, and burst out the Chinese he just learned this year.

"Shh!"

How dare you vote, how dare you enter!

Sean realized that he seemed to have only met Johnny Rapp for the first time. Is this still the silly kid who likes to get assists?

With this three-pointer, Stanford University finally overtook its opponent and took the lead on the second day of the game.

UCLA got a little uneasy and started walking up and down the sidelines.

It turns out his unease was not unfounded.

On UCLA's next possession, their outside shooters hit the ground again.

The Stanford guards seemed to have yanked the opponent's shot button towards the end of the first half and replaced it with the iron button.

After switching over, Yoni Rapp chose to shoot from outside the three-point line again, this time shooting against the defender.

"Bang!"

The sound of the rim being smashed was heard.

Bart Wayne felt that he should replace Johnny Rapp. He was afraid that his heart would be out of control if he continued to beat him, and he wanted to smash Johnny Rapp's head open to see what was inside. what is it.

The three-pointer hit the back edge of the basket and bounced high. A group of people in the penalty area turned their backs, and everyone was vying for this rebound.

In the end, Sean overwhelmed everyone and made a superficial touch in the air, and the basketball obediently clicked into the basket.

4 points difference!

UCLA is in trouble.

"drop!"

Pause and call out again.

"If UCLA can't get back their perimeter touch, then I can declare the winner of this game is Stanford. Why? With Sean, a rebounding monster!"

The commentator couldn't do without Sean in three sentences, almost deified him.

"We need to shoot that damn basketball, Samir, can't you even make open shots? So you still want to enter the NBA?"

The head coach of UCLA spat all over his mouth. He was also in a hurry. If this game continues like this, it will be a gameover, which is unacceptable to them.

Because only the champions of the regular season can steadily enter the Sweet 68, and Stanford University is their biggest competitor, and losing to the opponent once is equivalent to losing two games.

"And you, Selim, I don't expect you to beat Sean because it's harder than winning the lottery, but you at least grab me the defensive rebound? You don't really want to be a Soft egg, huh?"

He turned his spearhead and aimed at Selim.

Selim's face was flushed, and he scolded the head coach in his heart for not being a son of a man.

After the timeout, the two sides returned to the field. The relaxed atmosphere of Stanford University was in stark contrast to the dignified look of the opponent.

Selim glanced at Sean behind him, couldn't help the doubts in his heart, and asked:

"Why did Chamberlain succeed?"

Sean looked at the other party in surprise, why did he ask such a mindless question.

Selim couldn't stand Sean's look at the fool, and shot back:

"It was you who asked me just now!"

Sean smiled happily, Selim's knowledge-seeking eyes seemed to be clear and stupid in his eyes.

"Why? Because Chamberlain is just his surname, and his name is Wilt. He has the same name as me!"

Selim swore that he would never take the initiative to chat with Sean again, that would be a crime, and he was the victim.

The game is still underway, and UCLA's timeout didn't do them any favors.

But fortunately, the outside touch of Stanford University is only so-so. Johnny Rapp tried to hit a super long three-pointer several times, but all of them faded under the murderous eyes of the old man.

Sean's offensive rebounding efficiency also dropped. Selim stuck to Sean as if he had been injected with chicken blood. Lost eight hundred ah.

Stanford had a seven-point lead over UCLA until the time of the rotation.

And the rotation is the UCLA head coach's last stud chance.

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