Basketball striker

Update time:2012-12-18

Chapter 420: Slap in the face

"Humph, the latest chapter of Fenglei." Listening to the boos in the Oracle Arena, jr Smith snorted softly. The change in mentality also led to a change in perspective. After being blocked by Yang Shuai, jr

-Smith felt extremely harsh when he heard the boos from the audience, but now, he feels that this is the motivation for him to perform well.

"Yang, give that guy to me." Looking at Jr. Smith walking towards the court, Evans quickly greeted him. When he passed by Yang Shuai, he did not forget to say something to Yang Shuai.

"Tyreke, fuck him, fuck that guy to death!" Evans went to confront Jr. Smith. Warriors fans suddenly burst into cheers, and many Warriors fans began to shout.

Jr. Smith came on the court, but Billups did not hand the ball to him immediately. Kenyon Martin served. After receiving the ball, Billups raised his hand and handed the ball to the inside. Came

Ron Anthony.

With his back leaning and catching the ball in his hand, Anthony squeezed his back slightly, but was unable to push Yang Shuai away. Leaning forward, Anthony pressed his butt against Yang Shuai and started dribbling, and then suddenly hit him with a sudden force.

On Yang Shuai.

With the help of Yang Shuai's rebounding force, Anthony was about to turn around when he found another force attacking from behind. The force was not too great, but it disrupted his rhythm.

Anthony failed to turn around and take off immediately. Of course, handsome young man Yang would not let go of this opportunity. He quickly pushed forward and Yang was directly attached to the opponent's body.

Once the offensive player can no longer dribble and is pressed by Yang Shuai, it also means the headache begins. Anthony keeps turning his steps and squeezing against Yang Shuai with his body from time to time, but he is unable to get past Yang Shuai.

He found a little space for shooting in his defense.

"Carmelo!" Just when Anthony was about to pass the ball in desperation, a voice sounded from the side and in front. He almost didn't need to look up to look at Anthony to know who it was, Jr. Smith. Following the direction of the voice, Anthony quickly passed the ball.

He pushed over and looked up. The person who caught his pass was Jr. Smith who had just replaced him.

Jr. Smith caught the ball, and Evans rushed over quickly at this moment, but Smith didn't seem to care. He quickly took off after catching the ball. Smith had already thrown the ball, completely ignoring the high jump in front of him.

Evans.

"Whoa!" Warriors fans were about to laugh at Smith's shot, but the ball fell accurately into the basket.

"Ha!" Jr. Smith, who scored the goal, looked up proudly and smiled at Evans.

"Hush!" boos resounded throughout the arena. Amidst the boos, Evans couldn't look good. He stared closely at Jr. Smith who was running past him. His eyes were filled with tears.

It's cold light.

"Tyreke! Don't think about his three-pointer. Use your best method to teach that guy a lesson." Just when Evans was thinking about shooting a three-pointer in the next round, someone passed by him.

Yang Shuai's voice came.

Evans nodded slightly, and Yang Shuai had already ran past him, and then dropped a sentence: "There is only one thing you have to do, go towards the basket."

The ball was dribbled across half court by Darren Collison and then handed over to Yang Shuai. Anthony involuntarily tensed up his nerves.

Yang Shuai has very good low-post singles ability, but in this game, Yang Shuai hardly showed this aspect of offense, but chose to keep breaking through. What left Anthony speechless the most was that even though he knew that Yang Shuai was going to break through,

It is still extremely difficult for him to defend.

Rushing forward, Yang Shuai's first step was still extremely fast, making Anthony couldn't help but take a step back. Without changing direction, Yang Shuai continued to accelerate forward, and Anthony naturally couldn't step back anymore, allowing Yang Shuai to easily break through and move.

Slowly, he moved in the direction of Yang Shuai's breakthrough.

He moved his steps, but Anthony found that both the ball and Yang Shuai disappeared from his sight at this moment.

"Yang, what a great breakthrough!"

After making a fake move and dribbling behind his back, Yang Shuai directly threw Anthony away and then went straight to the basket.

Nenei moved quickly and rushed over, but was unable to stop Yang Shuai from rushing forward. It was just a fake move to change direction. Yang Shuai shook Nenei away and continued to rush forward.

Turning sideways, Nene chased Yang Shuai as fast as possible, while on the inside, Kenyon Martin also rushed over to help defend.

High throw, just when Nene and Martin were about to surround Yang Shuai in the middle, Yang Shuai's ball was thrown high.

"Huh?" Jr. Smith, who was rushing to the basket next to Evans, found that the ball was about to fly over his head, and quickly jumped up to intercept it.

Yang Shuai had obviously taken all of this into account. Jr. Smith jumped to the highest point, but he was helpless to find that he was just a little short, and the basketball passed his palm and continued to fly forward.

Jr. Smith's expression changed quickly, and the basketball continued to fly forward, with only one target, Evans beside him.

"Well done, Yang!" At this moment, a voice sounded in his ear, and it was Tyreke Evans's voice.

"Bang!" I could vaguely hear the sound of a hand grabbing the basketball, and then Jr. Smith felt a force coming from his side. After being hit, he swayed slightly in the air and could no longer control it and fell towards the floor.

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"Bang!" Leap up in the air to receive the pass from Yang Shuai, Evans continued to slide forward, and his body collided with Jr. Smith, but it did not affect his forward momentum. He held the ball with both hands, and Evan

Si summoned all his strength and slammed into the basket.

"Tyreke! Alley-oop dunk! He knocked away Jr. Smith's alley-oop dunk, and he set off the scene!"

"Tyreke...Evans!" The DJ's roar echoed throughout the arena along with the cheers of the fans.

"Yeah!" "Good job! Tyrek! Hit that guy!" "Kill him!" "Hey, boy, it feels good to get hit."

Evans excitedly dropped from the basket, glanced at Jr. Smith standing next to him, and curled his lips proudly, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"Tyrek, how does it feel to bump into a piece of tofu?" Yang Shuai came over, put his arm around Evans' shoulders and shouted in a low voice.

"Tofu?" Evans was stunned for a moment and then immediately laughed together with Yang Shuai.

Jr. Smith watched with cold eyes, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and finally rushed forward without saying anything. Not speaking definitely did not mean that Smith could be regarded as indifferent. Evans' dunk made him hit the three-pointer just now.

His sense of superiority was gone. Realizing that he had regained his touch, he decided to continue using his offense to leave the Warriors players speechless.

At halftime, Jr. Smith immediately waved towards Billups to ask for the ball. Jr. Smith had just hit a three-pointer, and Billups seemed to have no reason to refuse his request for the ball.

Lupus put the ball in Smith's hands.

Jr. Smith received the ball, and Evans immediately followed him. Jr. Smith attacked twice in a row, but failed to break through Evans' defense. Forced by helplessness, Jr. Smith could only retreat to the three-point line.

outside.

As soon as Jr. Smith returned to the three-point line, Nene immediately lifted up from the inside and blocked Evans' side. Seeing this, Jr. Smith was overjoyed and took a step to the side. Jr. Smith

Has broken away from Evans' defense.

Jr. Smith soon discovered that there was no good breakthrough opportunity in front of him. Just as Nene was lifting up, a Warriors player also followed, but it was not Rasheed Huale, who was facing Nene.

Instead, it's Yang Shuai who should be guarding Anthony.

Seeing that it was Yang Shuai, Jr. Smith immediately gave up his plan to break through. When Yang Shuai just came to his side, Jr. Smith directly took off from the three-point line and shot.

"Look for the cover!" yelled, and Yang Shuai jumped up quickly in front of Jr. Smith. The special bounce brought Yang Shuai not only the height of the jump, but also the air lag and bullet speed...

Jr. Smith expected that Yang Shuai would not think that he could shoot, but when he jumped in the air, he suddenly realized how wrong this guess was. Yang Shuai in front of him was not slower than him at all, and his take-off height even exceeded his own.

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"Block the shot? Stop dreaming!" Hearing Yang Shuai's shouting, Jr. Smith suddenly snorted in his heart and pressed down his wrist to take action.

"Crack!"

"What?" What shocked Jr. Smith was that just when he was about to press his wrist, he suddenly found that a palm had hit the basketball in the middle, blocking the shot!

"Coax!" Seeing the basketball that was supposed to fly forward flying backwards, the scene burst into joy. Amidst the applause and cheers, Evans suddenly jumped out and picked up the ball.

As soon as he took a step forward, Evans heard Yang Shuai's call. He turned around and found that Yang Shuai was asking for the ball. Although he was confused, he passed the ball.

"Hey, Yang didn't make a fast break!" After getting the ball, Yang Shuai calmly jogged forward, which suddenly surprised many people. In front of Yang Shuai was Jr. Smith, but he didn't seem to

Anxious to throw the other person away.

Jogging to the outside of the three-point line, Yang Shuai did not choose to continue moving forward, but stood directly in front of Jr. Smith, while his eyes fell on the opponent's face.

Feeling the provocation, contempt and disdain in Yang Shuai's eyes, Jr. Smith was stunned at first, and then became furious, because at this moment, Yang Shuai took off and shot!

Facing Jr. Smith's defense and even giving the opponent time to defend and react, Yang Shuai made a three-pointer.

"Damn it! Don't even think about shooting!" Jr. Smith's yelling did not stop Yang Shuai. He actually wanted to send a beautiful block like Yang Shuai just did, but the reality told him that he could not do all this.

"Whoa!" A hollow hit! Three points!

"The ball went in! Yang! Yang hit a three-pointer over Jr. Smith's head. There is no doubt that all this was done deliberately by Yang Shuai. First, he blocked the opponent's shot, and then, Yang completely made it on the opponent's head.

A three-pointer while on defense! Provocation? Yes, that’s it!”

"Yang! Yang! He is the silver killer from the far east, he is our king of warriors, and his shots are unstoppable!" A loud song sounded after the huge cheers.

During the song, Yang Shuai raised the corners of his mouth, stared straight into Jr. Smith's face and said proudly: "Three-pointers, this is how you shoot them."

This is a slap in the face! A naked slap in the face!

If it's just a shot, forget it, but Yang Shuai still has to hit a three-pointer in such a dismissive way! If it's just like this, forget it, but Yang Shuai has to use such a lecturing tone, isn't this a slap in the face?

Almost instantly, blood rushed to the top of Jr. Smith's head, and his hand pushed out directly. ^-^138 Kanshu.com (www.) No pop-up window reading^-^