NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 53
Speaking fluent Mandarin, this beauty must be from China.

But is this speaking human words?

Fortunately, before the head was nodded, Meng Hua pretended not to hear, and quickly caught up with his teammates.

In fact, before the game, he had a good impression of Yuta Watanabe, even if he just talked trash, it didn't matter.

Being ridiculed by this beautiful woman like this, he hated Watanabe Yuu too much in his heart.

But Watanabe Yuta actually did nothing, human feelings are sometimes so strange.

The Lakers attack, this time for Westbrook to hold the ball.

Most of the team's offense is either James or Westbrook holding the ball.

Others basically make tactical moves after passing the ball.

Meng Hua doesn't have an assist experience card, so naturally he doesn't want to hold the ball.

During training, Vogel once asked him, why did a certain skill of his stand out in a single game, but completely disappeared in the next game?
He had no choice but to explain that he was playing basketball with passion, and sometimes he could hit a good quarter by suddenly opening his mind.

There are also a large number of nerve knife players in the league. Vogel has no doubts and encourages him to play a full court as soon as possible, and he will definitely be able to sign a big contract in the future.

James ran without the ball, shook off Anunoby, received a pass from Westbrook, and went straight to the basket.

Just when he was about to hit the board steadily, Yuta Watanabe's ghost flashed, waiting for him in the air at some point.

The Raptors are not a bad team, even if Lowry leaves Miami.

Yuta Watanabe can stand firm in the Raptors, of course he has certain strengths, especially in defense.

With this ball, his defensive awareness was fully reflected, and he successfully blocked James' way.

James turned on his super brain to calculate, but he couldn't eat this young man.

He retracted his hand like lightning, and stretched it out from the right side. After giving Watanabe a big hug, the ball went around his back and passed to Meng Hua in the bottom corner.

When Meng Hua received the ball, there was no one three meters in front of him, so there was a huge space.

He finally understood why his eyes were a little flustered when he passed a wide open to James in the last game.

Afraid of embarrassment!
Open three points, one hundred into seventy.

Leave you!

Meng Hua shot.

Swish!
The ball goes through the needle and pockets.

"Yes!" Zhang Weiping said excitedly, "This defense and attack fully embodies Meng Hua's technical characteristics."

"Small... huh, that's the way it is in Japan. When I played, I loved playing them the most, even if it was four against five."

When a person gets old, he loves to remember.

But at this time, no one thought there was anything wrong with the old man's memory.

Including Meng Hei, unexpectedly did not come out to make sarcastic remarks.

Meng Hua clenched his fists and put them on his chest, kicking from top to bottom, vented for a while, and then retreated to half-court defense.

"Menggou, you're lucky." The woman in the front row shouted again.

Although she barks like a dog, she has a smile on her face.

The Lakers fans next to her couldn't understand Chinese, thought she was cheering for Meng Hua, and clapped politely.

Meng Hua was very angry. If she wasn't from Huaxia, he wouldn't be so angry.

But what can he do?

Could it be that he rushed up to her?

Forget it, he couldn't be tough in the face of this kind of person.

The Raptors attacked, Van Fleet changed direction and broke through, and Bradley followed him with life and death.

Seeing that there was no chance, Van Fleet had to throw the ball to Siakam, then ran to the outside line, trying to catch the ball and shoot a three-pointer.

Siakam didn't pass back, and easily squeezed Munch away with his back, and made a mid-range shot with a step back.

The ball bounced off the rim, and Meng Hua jumped up to pick off the board.

A red shadow appeared out of nowhere behind him, grabbing a rebound abruptly over his head.

The red shadow landed on the ground, it was Yuta Watanabe.

If you don't deduct it at this time, when will you wait?

Yuta Watanabe squatted down and jumped up under the basket. At this moment, he seemed to have awakened Sendo Akira's skills.

He jumped high, raised the ball with both hands, and was about to dunk the basket.

A giant palm appeared in front of his eyes. It was a left hand, and the ring finger was slightly twisted.

It stays firmly between the ball and the basket.

Yuta Watanabe was a little desperate, he knew he was going to be hated.

No, this is definitely not Meng Hua's hand, no way!

Snapped!
The crisp sound of cap blocking seemed to slap him in the face.

There was a lot of chaos at the basket, and Anunoby on the other side picked up the ball and took off for a dunk.

Yuta Watanabe turned his head and opened his mouth in surprise.

It's really Meng Hua.

God, this is the speed and bounce that only black people have.

He is a yellow man, how can he deserve to own it?
error.

Something must have gone wrong.

In bursts of astonishment, Yuta Watanabe returned to the half court. After only two rounds, he was almost overwhelmed.

Nas didn't know his psychology. Although Watanabe was blocked for the ball, it was he who actively grabbed the rebound that led to the subsequent score.

James dribbled the ball across halftime and handed it to Meng Hua on the bottom line.

Meng Hua released the ball, made a wild luck in front of Yuta Watanabe, and passed the ball back to James.

He didn't intend to show off his skills. He was testing the level of C-level dribbling skills. No matter how intense the training in the team is, the psychology is completely different.

He is very satisfied with the test results. Yuta Watanabe has a relatively high center of gravity, average wingspan, and average reaction speed.

With his current ball-handling skills, dribbling in front of him is almost not afraid of being intercepted.

It is said that the ultimate reaction speed of human beings is 0.1 seconds. He said hehe, his reaction speed is 0.095 seconds.

James and Monk pick and roll, Monk rolls down, receives a wonderful pass, and hits the board to score two points.

After the thick eyebrow was injured, Vogel temporarily developed the cooperation between James and Monk, and the actual combat effect was quite good.

The Raptors attacked, and the Lakers did not send Meng Hua to defend Yuta Watanabe. He had a more important task, and that was Siakam.

Monk was just near the free throw line and couldn't stand Siakam at all.

Although he can run and jump and has good physical fitness, his lower body strength is obviously not strong enough.

Van Fleet passed Westbrook, pulled back to the baseline, and hit the ground to Siakam.

Siakam pushed hard, and Meng Hua staggered immediately. When he adjusted his center of gravity, Siakam had already made a jump shot.

Monk can't do it, Meng Hua can't do it, Bradley's weight is even worse, Vogel frowned.

The Lakers attacked, Westbrook broke through, easily inserted into the penalty area, and scored two points.

Westbrook's frequency is not fast (compared to Iverson and Wade), and there are few rhythm changes. His breakthrough can be so threatening, mainly because...

long.

He has beautiful legs, all the way down to the neck.

With a super large stride, one step is equal to two steps for others, how can you prevent it?
Once after training, Meimei soaked in the turbo bathtub, he was very proud, and the blacks were no different.

Finally, he found that Westbrook's legs were very long, longer than his long legs.

In the frontcourt of the Raptors, Siakam played so easily last time, there is no reason not to continue.

Siakam summoned the power of the beast, and slammed it up. This time, Meng Hua took a step back, but his footsteps no longer staggered.

Static data is one part, dynamic is another entirely.

Meng Hua learned from the previous experience. When Siakam exerted strength, his whole body was tense, and his strength was concentrated on one point.

Siakam hit the top again, then turned over and made a jumper, and still hit two points steadily.

But this time, Meng Hua was no longer depressed, he found the rhythm of exerting force and releasing force.

On the basketball court, some people have muscles all over their bodies, but they don't charge hard at all. They just have static data and don't know how to use their own strength.

(End of this chapter)