Add One, I Don’t Know How To Fight

Artest was sitting on the bench, sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, and his face could not be seen to be red.

At this point, there are only two minutes left before the end of the game. The Red Storm were already 7 points behind.

The Terrapins started the second half with a three-pointer, which overwhelmed St. John's and left them hanging by a thread.

In fact, the shooting percentages of both sides in the second half were similar.

But the Terrapins took more shots because of Li Ang's crazy rebounding inside.

It was purely through more secondary attacks that they built a 7-point lead.

With the decline in physical fitness, the three-point shooting percentages of both sides are now beginning to become unstable.

This undoubtedly makes the Red Storm team, which relies heavily on long-range shots, even worse.

"Ron, why don't you take a rest for one or two rounds." Mike Jarvis saw that Artest was already a little exhausted, so he wanted to temporarily replace him.

Artest was fighting with Li Ang almost the whole time today. In the first half, they were attacking and defending each other. In the second half, the two were fighting for rebounds under the basket without stopping.

The physical energy consumption is very high.

But after Jarvis said he wanted to make a substitution, Artest glared at him viciously.

The moment their eyes met, Jarvis even thought about his will.

Fortunately, Artest didn't do anything extreme. He just told Jarvis: "I said I would take the team to the semi-finals, so stop interfering!"

"Intervene." Jarvis suddenly felt that he could team up with Gary Williams and go back to the locker room to watch TV.

Gary: Don’t talk nonsense. I am different from you. I have at least formulated a three-point tactic with Li Ang as the core. I am a serious coach, unlike some people who sit in the front row to watch the game for free. !

For the Terrapins, Li Ang was also soaked by Artest.

Although the beast was a bit mentally retarded, Li Ang really admired him for his hard work.

Repeated battles and defeats, but repeated defeats.

Li Ang has got 16 rebounds so far, and anyone else would have been robbed of himself.

But Artest is still strong, still fighting and fighting against Li Ang tirelessly.

Regardless of whether he can grab it or not, it is easy to get it without letting Li Ang get any rebounds.

Li Ang's current physical attribute is only 70. Although this kind of physical ability is not enough for Li Ang to move twice, it is indeed not considered a physical monster.

He is also very tired after fighting with Artest.

But this is a game that determines the outcome. Although it is 7 points ahead, it is not 100% winnable.

So, Li Ang also wiped his sweat and stood up, constantly mentally hinting to himself: "I am very durable, I am very durable, I am very durable!"

"The game restarted. Leon and Artest are still on the court. They haven't rested for a minute in the second half. It was such a wonderful physical battle. I have even begun to look forward to their performance in the NBA. "

The on-site commentary was full of enthusiasm. Although Artest and Li Ang did not score the most points today, the scenes of the two men's physical combat on the court were more exciting than the scores.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to take a break either." Stepping onto the court, the two of them stood together with their hands on their knees, and Artest was the first to speak.

"Rest? Why do you need to rest? Are you tired?"

"Are you kidding? Go to New York and ask around. 40 minutes is nothing to me, Artest."

"Tsk, it's only 40 minutes. I always start at an hour."

"Blow, just blow. An hour doesn't mean it lasts, it means it's sick!"

The conversation between the two gradually went off topic.

I was obviously exhausted, but I wasted no time playing for this long. In some ways, Li Ang and Artest are quite similar.

The game resumed with St. John's attacking first.

Artest knew that his teammates' shooting was already unstable, and as the team leader, he decided to stand up and solve the problem.

But Li Ang didn't give Artest a chance to get close to the basket. He directly put his hands on Artest's chest and tried to push him out.

Artest's aim is to be bold and never mince words.

So he didn't run back, nor did he use the cover to catch the ball. He just forced Li Ang to go in and faced off head-on.

The two began to wrestle wildly without the ball.

Artest walked to the basket and was about to raise his hand for the ball, but Li Ang put his hand directly on Artest's shoulder, cutting off his passing route.

Although the ball is still in the hands of the outside defender at this time, people's eyes are on the basket without the ball.

The war between these two seems to be extremely exciting without basketball.

Artest worked hard, but in the end he still didn't get a chance to catch the ball.

In desperation, Eric Buckley could only break through on his own.

Under Francis' interference, Barkley missed a pull-up jumper.

Although Barkley is only a freshman, he is considered one of the strongest point guards in the NCAA this year.

But with a height of only 1.85 meters, he struggled under Francis' defense.

Barkley usually scores by relying on three-pointers or speed.

But Francis's speed was not inferior to that of Barkley, so he was able to keep him in check.

Artest and Li Ang took off at the same time. Due to physical reasons, Li Ang's bounce speed and jumping height were greatly affected.

Therefore, Li Ang failed to take the basketball directly, but was interfered by Artest and only touched the ball once.

The basketball was clicked by Li Ang and then flew out of bounds. Seeing this, Li Ang glanced at a long-legged cheerleader girl behind the baseline.

This is so disrespectful!

"Leon flew to save the ball, he got the ball back, and the Terrapins kept the ball!"

Li Ang didn't care about the gasping of the girl under him. He just wanted to get away from her quickly, so he supported the ground with his hands in the confusion.

As a result, when I put my hand on it, it felt soft.

Good guy, my panting is getting worse!

Although it felt great, Li Ang didn't miss it too much.

Today, no one can affect my sprint towards victory!

Li Ang stood up and ran forward to participate in the attack. Although his physical fitness was almost at its bottom, sometimes you never know how many more times you can rush if you don't push yourself.

While Li Ang was chasing back, Francis had already taken a shot from the mid-range.

The ball circled around the basket, but still slipped out.

Physical fitness has a fair impact on everyone. Barkley can't make a shot, and Francis can't make a shot now.

Li Ang stared at the basketball, and all he could think about was how to score the ball.

Now there is not much time left. As long as we seize this attack, the game will basically be finalized.

Don't miss this opportunity!

Using his last strength, Li Ang kicked off his legs and spread his fingers in the direction of the basketball.

At this time, Artest also jumped high from the right side of the backboard. Li Ang and Artest, one took off from the side of the basket and the other from the front of the basket, like cars about to collide at an intersection.

The on-site commentator was so excited that he hammered the commentary table: "Lee and Ron, no matter who loses or wins, their fighting spirit deserves respect. This is the March Madness championship we want to see, and this is what competitive sports is all about. meaning!"

These two fighters who gave their all earned applause from everyone.

In the air, Li Ang's fingers touched the basketball first and flicked it.

On the importance of men’s length!

The basketball was pushed onto the backboard and hit the net. Li Ang made a tip-in after falling down while saving the ball!

But before the ball was scored, the two people, who had completely lost control of their bodies, accidentally bumped their heads together in the air. This was a head-on fencing duel!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and both beasts covered their heads and fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as he landed, Li Ang felt that his eyes were blurred by hot liquid.

On the other side, Artest wiped his face subconsciously, only to find that his hands were covered in blood!

But he quickly put the blood thing behind him and immediately stood up, grabbed the basketball with his bloody hands, and stuffed it into the arms of his teammates.

"Fuck! Serve, serve quickly, our chance!"

The only thing he was thinking about now was how to equalize the score as soon as possible.

"We can't lose, we can't lose! While they haven't retreated yet, serve quickly, you bastard!" Artest yelled heartbreakingly. He promised Fraschilli and himself that he would lead the team. At least make it to the semi-finals.

There are only two games left before the semi-finals, how can we collapse at the door!

When Li Ang saw Artest getting up, he subconsciously got up and stuck to Artest's side, reaching out and grabbing his jersey: "Retreat, quickly retreat! What are you doing standing there in a daze!?"

The reactions of Li Ang and Artest shocked everyone around them.

What are these two people doing? Are you really going to never give up until one party is killed?

At this time, the referee's sharp whistle made Li Ang and Artest react.

The NCAA is the same as the NBA. If a player has an open wound, no matter how big or small, he must leave the field for treatment immediately and cannot return to the field until the bleeding stops.

But both Li Ang and Artest were jealous of killing each other, so after getting up, their subconscious reaction was still to confront each other.

"What? Get treatment off the court? No, I'm fine!" Artest pushed away the referee, looked at the basketball, and then at the score.

Li Ang's tip-in just now made St. John's 9 points behind!

After yelling at the referee, Artest seemed to wake up. Suddenly he lowered his arms, lowered his head, and wiped his eyes.

No one knew whether he was wiping the blood that flowed into his eyes or whether he was

Wipe away tears.

Trailing by 9 points in more than 1 minute, he had to leave the game.

It's over, it's all over.

The outcome is determined by one battle, and no matter what happens, there is no chance of a comeback.

And after this year, Artest will participate in the NBA draft.

The NCAA semi-finals will be a lifelong regret for him.

This is March Madness!

After calming down, Artest took the towel handed over by his teammate, covered the bleeding wound, and then glanced at Li Ang: "Let's meet in the NBA, bastard."

After saying that, he walked straight towards Jarvis.

Jarvis swallowed, no, Brother Tai, please listen to my explanation, hit the coach in public. Don't!

"I'm sorry Mike, I broke my promise."

"Ah?" Jarvis opened his eyes and found Artest bowing to him.

After doing all this, he walked into the player tunnel.

At this time, Artest was sweating profusely, but his eyes were firm.

March Madness has been lost, and his youth is destined to be imperfect.

But the game between him and Li Ang is not over yet!

"I want to surpass him, I must surpass Maryland's No. 1!"

Artest said in his heart that he would enter the league with this obsession.

Whatever Li Ang can do in the future, I can do!

If he grabs a dozen rebounds in a game, then I can do that too.

If he hits several volleyballs in a game, then I have to be able to do that too.

If he breaks someone's rib during the game, then I can't be left behind!

At this time, the old gangster who was playing cards suddenly felt a little pain in his chest for some reason.

Why do I feel like someone is trying to harm me?

"Let's go, Li Ang, you go and stop the bleeding." Francis hurriedly pushed Li Ang off the field. Seeing that Li Ang was bleeding so much, he was even ready for artificial respiration at any time.

"There's more than one minute left, we must win, Steve!"

Li Ang didn't care about his head at all, just staring at the score.

In fact, even if Li Ang and Artest didn't have this accident, the tip-in just now basically sealed the victory for Maryland.

Unless Maryland misses a free throw or Tracy McGrady suddenly jumps out wearing a St. John's jersey, the ending will not change anyway.

It's just that Li Ang wanted to win so much that he couldn't rest assured until the last moment.

"Don't worry, Li, you have led us to victory! Have a good rest, we still have the quarterfinals, the semifinals, and the finals to play! I promise that this game will end safely!" Francis solemnly said nod.

"Well, leave it to you Steve." After saying that, Li Ang patted Boss Fu on the shoulder, gave a thumbs up to the worried Nicole on the sidelines, and then walked towards the player tunnel.

He raised his head and took a deep breath. He felt exhausted all over and could hardly walk.

Artest is crazy

One thing to say, if you play with him, you will also like his hard-working teammates.

What a nice guy, all his IQ was ruined.

Speaking of which, it's only the Sweet 16 and they are already fighting to this extent.

No wonder it looks better than the NBA, it’s really exciting.

However, Li Ang felt that he had not had enough yet. In a game like this, it would be great to win a few more games!

Next quarter-finals, semi-finals and finals

Let’s get even crazier!

There are still 6 days left before it goes on sale (it will go on sale on August 6th). I will tell you the specific rules of the update in my remarks on the release on the 5th. In short, all the rewards from previous league leaders will count~ Then, starting from today, I will give you the last one every day. There will be an easter egg stamp with a countdown to the release of the game after the chapter, counting down with player numbers. The players selected in the Easter Egg Chapter every day will play a certain role in the plot in the future. Everyone can discuss what kind of plot they will have in the future and what kind of role they will play ~ I won’t say anymore, Lao Ge will continue to remove his liver. ! (If you don’t have the Easter egg stamp, you can try it later. The review will take time~)