legendary point guard

"Offensive foul?" Artest threw his fist angrily. This time he was fooled by the rookie.

"Wood used his own body to block Artest's attack. It's really heartbreaking to see Wood fall." The commentator of a local Minnesota radio station looked at Linsen and said.

Holding Eddie Griffin's hand, Lin Sen stood up. Although this was an offensive foul he intentionally committed, he paid a high price for this foul. The burning pain in his chest made him unbearable.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed it.

"Rookie, you really pissed me off." Artest glared at Lin Sen and said in a low voice, as if he wanted to devour Lin Sen.

"Really? I really don't know, but I'm sure you still can't prevent my goal." Lin Sen said in a relaxed tone.

Can't help it?

Artest snorted coldly. The first two defensive failures gave him some understanding of Linsen's offense.

Looking at Lin Sen dribbling, Artest kept half a body length away from him. This distance would not allow him to get too close to be thrown away by Lin Sen's speed, but also allow him to face him better.

A breakthrough against Lin Sen would also put a lot of pressure on Lin Sen.

Looking at Artest's defense, Lin Sen already had an idea in mind.

Jaric was on the left side of the three-point line, and Hassell was on the right side of the three-point line. Lin Sen's eyes secretly glanced at Jaric's side.

Lin Sen's eyes could not escape Artest's eyes.

"Want to pass the ball?" Artest slightly moved his body to Lin Sen's right side.

At this moment, Lin Sen suddenly took the ball, and Artest immediately stretched out his arm. His judgment told him that the rookie in front of him would definitely choose to pass the ball.

Just as Artest judged, Lin Sen did pass the ball, but Lin Sen did not give Artest a chance to steal the ball.

The moment Lin Sen passed the ball, Artest's footsteps slipped half a step to the right again, causing a complete gap between him and Lin Sen.

This was the moment Lin Sen was waiting for. When the ball left his hand and flew toward Jaric, Lin Sen started the ball at the same time.

Artest obviously did not expect that Lin Sen would choose to run while passing the ball, so when he failed to steal the ball and tried to prevent Lin Sen's off-ball movement, it was already too late.

Lin Sen got rid of Artest and rushed directly to the inside. With the help of Eddie Griffin's screen, Lin Sen went directly through the inside and ran along the left baseline toward the left corner.

When Lin Sen reached the left corner, the ball in Jaric's hand also flew over.

At this time, the Kings player closest to Lin Sen was also two meters away.

Lin Sen caught the ball steadily, jumped up from the ground, looked at the basket in the distance and took the shot calmly.

The ball drew an arc in the air and fell steadily into the basket amidst the cheers of the audience.

With his arms raised high, Lin Sen glanced at Artest, who was one step away from the three-point line, and raised the corners of his mouth to show a winner's smile.

Lin Sen didn't shy away from smiling, which made Artest furious. He was thrown away by the rookie three times in a row. This was undoubtedly a huge shame for him.

"I said you can't guard against my goal." Lin Sen said softly as he passed by Artest.

7:2!

The Timberwolves scored three consecutive offenses in the opening game, which made Musselman very dissatisfied on the sidelines.

For him who emphasizes defense, being attacked by the opponent three times in a row is far from acceptable.

"Move, run, defend, where is your defense?" Musselman shouted toward the court.

Although it was not Artest directly, everyone knew that Musselman was dissatisfied with Artest's defense of Linson.

Artest had a sullen face and ran towards the frontcourt.

"Oh, your teammates stopped giving you the ball. Obviously they didn't believe you could beat my defense. That's a shame. In my opinion, you have the ability to beat me. What a shame."

Artest felt the anger rushing through his body. He didn't know how long it had been since he heard trash talk that upset him to the point of exploding.

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Artest said viciously.

"OK, OK, I won't speak."

Listening to Lin Sen's voice, Artest was very satisfied. At least what he said was still effective.

"But let me emphasize again, my mouth does not stink. Maybe it's because you ate something tonight and didn't brush your teeth. I have a toothbrush made of wolf hair, which may be able to solve your problem, as long as..."

Artest also likes to talk trash. He enjoys the moment when he sprays trash and his opponent shows a painful expression, but at this moment he becomes the painful one.

"Shut up." Artest growled, and subconsciously elbowed Lin Sen with his left arm.

boom!

Lin Sen did not expect that Artest would suddenly elbow him. Although Artest's elbow was not powerful, he still gasped when he was caught off guard.

However, Lin Sen did not swallow the elbow but responded instantly.

"ah!"

With a scream, Lin Sen stumbled and fell to the floor, while covering his abdomen with his left hand.

Originally, Lin Sen and Artest were the focus of the referee's attention, but Artest's elbow had not had time to retract at this moment.

beep!

The referee's whistle sounded again, and Artest pointed his right hand at him and immediately made an offensive foul gesture.

Artest was completely stunned. He just subconsciously elbowed Lin Sen, but the force was not that strong at all.

Moreover, Lin Sen fell backwards obviously after his elbow, which was a complete flop.

In the last attack, Lin Sen, a rookie, caused an offensive foul, which already made him very angry, but this time, the rookie did it again.

"This is not an offensive foul, this rookie's rookie is acting, acting, can't you see it?" Artest roared angrily.

Two offensive fouls meant he was bound to be benched, with less than three minutes left in the game.

Returning to the bench after less than three minutes of playing time was undoubtedly a slap in the face for the proud Artest.

"It was an elbow hit, I saw it clearly." The referee insisted on his decision.

Lin Sen took Madsen's hand and stood up. He was still rubbing his abdomen with both hands, but with his left hand close to his stomach and protected by his right hand, he pressed hard on the spot where Artest had just elbowed him.

"It hurts." Lin Sen, grinning, pulled the jersey up from his shorts and lifted it up. A small red patch on the right side of his belly button was unusually obvious.

Lin Sen looked at the referee with a bit of grievance. Although he didn't say anything, his actions told the referee how vicious Artest's elbow was just now.

Artest also saw Lin Sen's movements, especially the red area on his abdomen. He was sure that he didn't use so much force, but just subconsciously hit his elbow, that's all.

But now it looks like a hard elbow, which has completely touched Artest's nerves.

"F...UCK, this was just a performance. I didn't use that much force at all. That rookie was just pretending. Are you blind?" Artest shouted angrily.

After yelling at the referee, Artest turned around and walked towards Lin Sen, who was rubbing his belly with a ferocious face.

Madsen immediately stood in front of Lin Sen, and the scene suddenly became tense.

beep!

Another shrill whistle sounded.

Technical foul!

Seeing the referee's gesture, the entire target center boiled.

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[The state is really bad. I wrote a chapter for two hours and I am still not satisfied. I hope it will be better after a sleep. This chapter is the third update from yesterday. Xiao Ai remembers the two chapters I owe today and the first update will be at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.]