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Chapter 41 Meng Hua Come on!
Chapter 41 Meng Hua Come on!
Meng Hua dribbled the ball halfway and directed James to come up to cover.
At this moment, he ruled the world, more emperor than the emperor.
James froze for a moment, obediently stepped forward to cover.
Wang Meng said exaggeratedly: "Oh my god, am I dreaming? Meng Hua actually ordered James to cover him."
Yang Yi laughed and said, "Look at James' little eyes, it's interesting."
The basketball villain retorted: "It's so fragrant! Jeremy Lin also directed Kobe. As a point guard, isn't this normal?"
Meng Hua's goblin replied, "It's Westbrook playing the 1st position, are you blind?"
The basketball villain replied: "You are also born blind."
It is also good to form a mother-child CP, and the traffic is guaranteed again.
On the court, Meng Hua passed Lillard with a screen and rushed to the penalty area.
Nance stepped forward to make up the defense, because Nance was far away, at this time Meng Hua could make a jump shot, or pass to the right wing and left corner.
If it's just such a vision, how can you be considered a magician?
He passed a back pass lightly with his right hand, and the ball fell into James's hands unbiasedly.
Everyone stopped.
The Lakers are waiting for James to make a move.
As for the Blazers, because of shrinking the inside line, they have completely shorted James.
There was no one three meters in front of James, he really wanted to curse.
Such a good pass, such a wide open, if I can't make a shot, I won't be laughed to death?
James adjusted his pace, trembling in his heart, but still moved the ball steadily with his fingers.
After millions of shots, his fingers have already formed muscle memory, and no matter how nervous he is, it will not affect his shots.
Swish!
Another three points.
James breathed a sigh of relief, changed his domineering expression in seconds, waved his arms, and retreated halfway.
It's not that he is high-profile, otherwise, how can he boost morale?
On the other hand, Meng Hua, the assister, turned around and returned to the defense numbly. The yelling at the basket was the same as when he made a shot, but there was no sense of conquest at all.
Many things still have to be done by yourself.
The magician once said that scoring goals in singles is just fun for yourself, and passing assists is fun for two people together.
He obviously didn't understand the true meaning of this.
The fans at the scene exploded, and today their climax was wave after wave.
James is so fierce, how can they not be high.
Aunt Jenny on the sidelines smiled like a flower, young man, work hard, with this posture, the ticket price can go up even more.
She glanced at Meng Hua and wanted to call him to her office to discuss the contract.
Lillard held the ball on the left wing and suddenly shot against Meng Hua.
Meng Hua was taken aback, not wanting him to be so insidious, so he suddenly cast a cold arrow.
The ball hit the front of the basket and quickly bounced towards Meng Hua.
The fans at the scene are relieved, this is our Rodman, every time he can appear on the ball's landing point.
Bang!
The ball hit Meng Hua's head, making him dizzy.
James received a header from Meng Hua and dribbled to the right wing. Seeing Meng Hua, who was keeping up with him, opened his hand for the ball, he remembered that he had fooled himself before, and while passing the ball, he muttered: "Listen to the voice to argue, someone said he would listen to the voice to argue, so he asked if the ball was good."
Meng Hua was amused by him and laughed on the spot, and James couldn't help laughing too.
Zuo Yi Westbrook was stunned, this is a live broadcast, you two put aside the relationship, don't you consider the feelings of thick eyebrows and Wade?
Bradley in the bottom right corner was also stunned. I am waiting to be fed, you two, feed me quickly, poisonous milk is also fine.
Monk in the left bottom corner cursed secretly, can you be serious and don't prevent me from getting a high salary next season.
Lillard looked at the two of them coldly, lowering his waist and defending himself.
James passed the ball and stuck Lillard by the way.
With his tonnage, Lillard immediately felt stuck in the quagmire, trying to pull it out but couldn't.
Meng Hua made a drift, dribbled the ball with his left hand smartly, faced Nance who was defending, threw the ball behind him, made a movement to pass the ball, and took three steps at the same time.
Nance took a fake move and stopped his footsteps. Seeing that the situation was not good, Powell also came to help defend.
Meng Hua moved the ball from behind, straightened his left arm, and slammed it at Powell's feet.
The ball went through Powell's crotch like a cannonball and headed for Monk.
Monk received the ball, ignored the pain in his wrist and the smell, yelled "live in the crotch", and made a layup.
The fans were excited again, it was different from just now, because it wasn't James who scored the goal, someone finally set their sights on Meng Hua.
Someone couldn't help asking secretly, "What's the name of No. 95?"
"Are you still my Lakers fan? Even Huaxia Menghua doesn't know."
"Come on, Meng Hua!" Someone shouted.
"Meng Hua, come on!" The fans who wanted to shout but didn't shout, finally responded loudly.
Hearing the sound of cheering again, Meng Hua only felt his combat strength soar, and quickly glanced at the stands. The sound came from the home team's player channel.
There seems to be a woman's voice, is it Sophie?
The thought only flashed for 0.01 second, and he started to defend Lillard again.
There is nothing to distract him, and if there is, it is only 0.01 seconds.
Lillard took the initiative to call the cover. He had already seen that the opponent's lateral movement was very fast, so there was no need to confront him head-on.
For the team's offense, although Billups has reduced the proportion of ball screens, it is not without it.
This time it was Little who came up to cover, and both Meng Hua and Bradley pounced on Lillard.
Where are you going?
Lillard dribbles out, looking for a three-pointer.
Meng Hua and Bradley flicked left and right to block, giving him no room to shoot at all.
Lillard dribbled to the sideline to stop the ball, stopped the ball at this place, and still faced two defenders, the situation was very unfavorable.
Yigao is bold, and this is exactly Lillard's strategy. He wants to attract the Lakers' defense to the left.
He jumped high, straightened his arms, and passed a long diagonal pass to McClemore in the right corner.
McLemore shot the ball, Monk jumped up, it was too late, and the Blazers made a three-pointer.
Fall short.
Meng Hua and Bradley clapped their hands and encouraged each other.
The timing of the pinch between the two of them was quite good, and it also forced the opponent to the sideline, which was a successful defense.
Lillard's long oblique pass was not interrupted, and the responsibility is obviously not on him.
I don't know if it's a regular substitution or to vent his dissatisfaction with the ball. Vogel replaced Bradley with Melon.
This is the case with role players. Even if you are the main player, if something makes the head coach dissatisfied, you will soon be off the field.
As for the stars, they obviously played like shit sometimes, and the head coach didn't dare to replace them at will.
Of course, compared with the guardian of the drinking fountain, being able to play is already very happy.
Like Meng Hua in the Grizzlies before, even if it was garbage time, he couldn't play at all.
Because the head coach also needs to inspect marginal players in the rotation during garbage time.
Meng Hua held the ball, took a step sideways under the cover of Monk, and pretended to shoot a three-pointer. Lillard and Little both bared their sharp teeth.
Meng Hua Shenlong swung his tail, and passed a beautiful hit to Melon.
Gua Ge raised his knife and scored a three-pointer. At Staples Field, his three-point shooting rate was terrifying.
The DJ at the scene was very good at judging the situation. With a long voice, he announced loudly: "Melon's three-pointer, the assist comes from No. 95, China's Meng...Hua..."
The fans screamed for Melon. In this arena, this melon keeps sweetness and never disappoints them.
It was also partly because of Meng Hua, a young man who had gained their respect.
In the stands, Sophie was infected by the explosion atmosphere, completely let go, and screamed too.
The friend next to her was still sitting quietly, but her palms were no longer sweaty.
(End of this chapter)
Meng Hua dribbled the ball halfway and directed James to come up to cover.
At this moment, he ruled the world, more emperor than the emperor.
James froze for a moment, obediently stepped forward to cover.
Wang Meng said exaggeratedly: "Oh my god, am I dreaming? Meng Hua actually ordered James to cover him."
Yang Yi laughed and said, "Look at James' little eyes, it's interesting."
The basketball villain retorted: "It's so fragrant! Jeremy Lin also directed Kobe. As a point guard, isn't this normal?"
Meng Hua's goblin replied, "It's Westbrook playing the 1st position, are you blind?"
The basketball villain replied: "You are also born blind."
It is also good to form a mother-child CP, and the traffic is guaranteed again.
On the court, Meng Hua passed Lillard with a screen and rushed to the penalty area.
Nance stepped forward to make up the defense, because Nance was far away, at this time Meng Hua could make a jump shot, or pass to the right wing and left corner.
If it's just such a vision, how can you be considered a magician?
He passed a back pass lightly with his right hand, and the ball fell into James's hands unbiasedly.
Everyone stopped.
The Lakers are waiting for James to make a move.
As for the Blazers, because of shrinking the inside line, they have completely shorted James.
There was no one three meters in front of James, he really wanted to curse.
Such a good pass, such a wide open, if I can't make a shot, I won't be laughed to death?
James adjusted his pace, trembling in his heart, but still moved the ball steadily with his fingers.
After millions of shots, his fingers have already formed muscle memory, and no matter how nervous he is, it will not affect his shots.
Swish!
Another three points.
James breathed a sigh of relief, changed his domineering expression in seconds, waved his arms, and retreated halfway.
It's not that he is high-profile, otherwise, how can he boost morale?
On the other hand, Meng Hua, the assister, turned around and returned to the defense numbly. The yelling at the basket was the same as when he made a shot, but there was no sense of conquest at all.
Many things still have to be done by yourself.
The magician once said that scoring goals in singles is just fun for yourself, and passing assists is fun for two people together.
He obviously didn't understand the true meaning of this.
The fans at the scene exploded, and today their climax was wave after wave.
James is so fierce, how can they not be high.
Aunt Jenny on the sidelines smiled like a flower, young man, work hard, with this posture, the ticket price can go up even more.
She glanced at Meng Hua and wanted to call him to her office to discuss the contract.
Lillard held the ball on the left wing and suddenly shot against Meng Hua.
Meng Hua was taken aback, not wanting him to be so insidious, so he suddenly cast a cold arrow.
The ball hit the front of the basket and quickly bounced towards Meng Hua.
The fans at the scene are relieved, this is our Rodman, every time he can appear on the ball's landing point.
Bang!
The ball hit Meng Hua's head, making him dizzy.
James received a header from Meng Hua and dribbled to the right wing. Seeing Meng Hua, who was keeping up with him, opened his hand for the ball, he remembered that he had fooled himself before, and while passing the ball, he muttered: "Listen to the voice to argue, someone said he would listen to the voice to argue, so he asked if the ball was good."
Meng Hua was amused by him and laughed on the spot, and James couldn't help laughing too.
Zuo Yi Westbrook was stunned, this is a live broadcast, you two put aside the relationship, don't you consider the feelings of thick eyebrows and Wade?
Bradley in the bottom right corner was also stunned. I am waiting to be fed, you two, feed me quickly, poisonous milk is also fine.
Monk in the left bottom corner cursed secretly, can you be serious and don't prevent me from getting a high salary next season.
Lillard looked at the two of them coldly, lowering his waist and defending himself.
James passed the ball and stuck Lillard by the way.
With his tonnage, Lillard immediately felt stuck in the quagmire, trying to pull it out but couldn't.
Meng Hua made a drift, dribbled the ball with his left hand smartly, faced Nance who was defending, threw the ball behind him, made a movement to pass the ball, and took three steps at the same time.
Nance took a fake move and stopped his footsteps. Seeing that the situation was not good, Powell also came to help defend.
Meng Hua moved the ball from behind, straightened his left arm, and slammed it at Powell's feet.
The ball went through Powell's crotch like a cannonball and headed for Monk.
Monk received the ball, ignored the pain in his wrist and the smell, yelled "live in the crotch", and made a layup.
The fans were excited again, it was different from just now, because it wasn't James who scored the goal, someone finally set their sights on Meng Hua.
Someone couldn't help asking secretly, "What's the name of No. 95?"
"Are you still my Lakers fan? Even Huaxia Menghua doesn't know."
"Come on, Meng Hua!" Someone shouted.
"Meng Hua, come on!" The fans who wanted to shout but didn't shout, finally responded loudly.
Hearing the sound of cheering again, Meng Hua only felt his combat strength soar, and quickly glanced at the stands. The sound came from the home team's player channel.
There seems to be a woman's voice, is it Sophie?
The thought only flashed for 0.01 second, and he started to defend Lillard again.
There is nothing to distract him, and if there is, it is only 0.01 seconds.
Lillard took the initiative to call the cover. He had already seen that the opponent's lateral movement was very fast, so there was no need to confront him head-on.
For the team's offense, although Billups has reduced the proportion of ball screens, it is not without it.
This time it was Little who came up to cover, and both Meng Hua and Bradley pounced on Lillard.
Where are you going?
Lillard dribbles out, looking for a three-pointer.
Meng Hua and Bradley flicked left and right to block, giving him no room to shoot at all.
Lillard dribbled to the sideline to stop the ball, stopped the ball at this place, and still faced two defenders, the situation was very unfavorable.
Yigao is bold, and this is exactly Lillard's strategy. He wants to attract the Lakers' defense to the left.
He jumped high, straightened his arms, and passed a long diagonal pass to McClemore in the right corner.
McLemore shot the ball, Monk jumped up, it was too late, and the Blazers made a three-pointer.
Fall short.
Meng Hua and Bradley clapped their hands and encouraged each other.
The timing of the pinch between the two of them was quite good, and it also forced the opponent to the sideline, which was a successful defense.
Lillard's long oblique pass was not interrupted, and the responsibility is obviously not on him.
I don't know if it's a regular substitution or to vent his dissatisfaction with the ball. Vogel replaced Bradley with Melon.
This is the case with role players. Even if you are the main player, if something makes the head coach dissatisfied, you will soon be off the field.
As for the stars, they obviously played like shit sometimes, and the head coach didn't dare to replace them at will.
Of course, compared with the guardian of the drinking fountain, being able to play is already very happy.
Like Meng Hua in the Grizzlies before, even if it was garbage time, he couldn't play at all.
Because the head coach also needs to inspect marginal players in the rotation during garbage time.
Meng Hua held the ball, took a step sideways under the cover of Monk, and pretended to shoot a three-pointer. Lillard and Little both bared their sharp teeth.
Meng Hua Shenlong swung his tail, and passed a beautiful hit to Melon.
Gua Ge raised his knife and scored a three-pointer. At Staples Field, his three-point shooting rate was terrifying.
The DJ at the scene was very good at judging the situation. With a long voice, he announced loudly: "Melon's three-pointer, the assist comes from No. 95, China's Meng...Hua..."
The fans screamed for Melon. In this arena, this melon keeps sweetness and never disappoints them.
It was also partly because of Meng Hua, a young man who had gained their respect.
In the stands, Sophie was infected by the explosion atmosphere, completely let go, and screamed too.
The friend next to her was still sitting quietly, but her palms were no longer sweaty.
(End of this chapter)
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