nba: legend maker

"What are these people laughing at?".

Wu Hang looked around with a confused expression, laughing for a while, and then looking at the referee's gesture.

"What? I ate a T (technical foul)?".

Damn, just because I stayed on the sideline to check the attribute panel for more than ten seconds when I was just replaced, I gave myself a T?

It seems that this arena is not very friendly to him, Wu Hang thought secretly.

"Lao Tzu has seen a provocation to eat T, I have seen a smile to eat T, I have seen a little brother eat T, or the first time I have seen a daze eat T, this kid has really refreshed Lao Tzu's three views!"

"Look at that kid's stupidity, eighty percent of them were stupid when he played, right?"

"Don't say that, a fool is not stupid!".

Laughter and taunts came from all sides of the pitch.

After a brief silence, the mockery turned to boos, as ...... Wu Hang is here!

"Smack!".

Beasley deliberately detoured back to Wu Hang, deliberately lowered his shoulders and bumped him, glancing at him

"Thanks, idiot. "

After the original two free throws, Beasley was given another free throw because of Wood's T.

In Wu Hang's world, he was the 2008 star of the show, with great talent, but at the same time, he also took drugs, avoided training, and did all kinds of evil, which was a model of extremely undisciplined players!

The scene he had just deliberately provoked was seen by the referee, which was definitely a technical foul, but the referee was indifferent, which further stimulated Wu Hang's anger.

"I'm going to blow you up. "

"Huh?".

Beasley glanced back at Wu Hang in surprise, his eyes revealed a trace of disbelief, he couldn't imagine that this kid from Huaxia would dare to fight back at him like this!

"I said I'm going to blow you up, and I can repeat what I didn't hear clearly. "

"Beat me, look at the score on the scoreboard! If it's a waste, you should go home and hide in your mother's arms, instead of staying on the field and humiliating yourself!"

"Next, I'm going to prove who the real waste is. "

Wu Hang's tone was very calm, as if the next plot was arranged.

Beasley shook his head and snorted softly, making one of two free throws to score his 20th point of the game, 79:58 in the West.

Kick-off from the baseline, switching between offense and defense.

Wu Hang glanced at the opposite lineup at halftime.

Nima!

What a high school all-star lineup, this is simply an NBA All-Star lineup!

Inside, Griffin and Love are in charge, Beasley is small forward, and the point guard is the Windy City Rose Rose, who was unstoppable at his prime

Wait, who's the other black guy with a green face?

Wu Hang only felt that the black brother in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't remember his name for a while.

Until the black guy slowly turned around, revealing his name and back number.

Wu Hang almost didn't choke on saliva.

This is James Harden without a beard!

Although they are still very young, their overall strength has reached the NBA level.

On the other hand, the only one who can get his hands on it is OJ Mayo, who is known as a basketball genius.

But his state in this game is the same as shit, 4 of 19, relying on free throws to barely score 10 points, so it seems that it is normal for the Eastern team to be completely defeated in less than three quarters.

Eastern Conference point guard Nolan Smith took possession of the ball and threw it directly to OJ Mayo as if he were throwing a hot potato.

And Wu Hang was facing Beasley on the weak side.

At the moment when OJ Mayo received the ball, Wu Hang pretended to move to a 45-degree angle, and when Beasley followed, he suddenly turned around!

"Reverse run, what a speed!".

By the time Beasley reacted, he couldn't keep up with Wu Hang's footsteps, and could only watch him slip from the bottom line to the other side.

“PASS！"

Wu Hang ran out of an absolute space and was reaching out to OJ Mayo for the ball.

"Bang dang!".

OJ Mayo didn't even look at him, and raised his hand to hit another ultra-long-range three-point iron.

"Hahahaha... Looking at the stupid boy, I thought that my running position was very good, and my teammates didn't bird him!".

"The laughing old man has a stomachache, he dares to ask for the ball so loudly. "

"I guess my teammates know that it's useless to give it to him, so I'll just come by myself!".

The ridicule on the pitch spread unscrupulously again, and now everyone's eyes seemed to be focused on Wu Hang.

Everyone doesn't want to see how wonderful Wu Hang's performance is, but wants to see how many ways he has to make a fool of himself!

At this time, Wu Hang can only tell himself to calm down, when everyone is expecting you to make a fool of yourself, it is your best time to perform!

In the process of returning to the half, OJ Mayo looked at Wu Hang with a blank look and did not apologize at all.

It seems that not only the opponent, but also the teammates are full of hostility towards themselves, so if you want to shine in this game, you can only rely on yourself!

"Singles!".

Beasley holds the ball in one hand and gestures for his teammates to pull away.

Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Wu Hang's unbridled words just now, and now he was ready to humiliate this Huaxia kid who didn't know the height of the sky in the form of heads-up.

"Oh my God, you see Beasley is going to single-handedly fight that yellow kid!".

"I'm embarrassed to watch it, what a psychological shadow I have to cause to that yellow kid after this game!".

Beasley looked at Wu Hang with a playful face, his hands were constantly doing cross-dribbling under his crotch, looking like he could play you to death at any time.

By this time, the third quarter was less than a minute away.

On the fourth cross dribble, Beasley suddenly kicked in!

At the moment when Beasley started, Wu Hang seemed to be stunned for a moment, and it was this stunned that gave Beasley enough time and space to start, so that he could go straight to the basket as if he was in a no-man's land!

"Poof! Beasley walked over this young man like he was over an obstacle on a training ground. "

"No, no, David, I think it's better to describe it as a sculpture. "

Even the two commentators couldn't help but start teasing.

By this point, it was too late for the post player to block, and Beasley stepped forward and prepared for a pull-up dunk!

"It's a shame that I couldn't ride you to complete this dunk with you so cleanly. "

"Bang!".

A black shadow came out from the flank, and a pair of big hands directly pressed the basketball in Beasley's hand on the rebound!