Reborn My Name Is Kobe

When I went to bed at home that night, I discovered a big problem. I seemed to have misremembered the game schedule. After the game against the Suns, there should only be one day of rest instead of two days. Fortunately, tomorrow is still a home game.

, if it was an away game, my whole team would need to fly to Minnesota today.

Yes, the opponent the Lakers will face tomorrow is the Minnesota Timberwolves. They have last year's rookie wolf king Garnett and this year's rookie lone wolf Marbury. I basically can't name the other players.

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I couldn't fall asleep for a long time while lying in bed. Is everything that happened today really just a coincidence?

It seems that it can only be described as a coincidence. It is rare that Iverson also had time to go to Hollywood, and I happened to meet him. Why do I feel that there is no such coincidence even in novels?

Iverson's personal strength is really nothing to say. At least when he first entered the league, Iverson's immediate combat ability was the strongest. At that time, he had not suffered nearly 20 injuries all over his body. It is said that Iverson was

Mori's physical fitness makes it easy to play rugby. It's actually not embarrassing at all to lose to him. I just don't know when I can beat him!

Jordan is already thirty-four years old this year. According to the timeline of my world, he only has the last two peak seasons left. It is really a pity. I wonder whether he can beat Jordan in these two years.

Winning the championship, deep down in my heart, I am not sure at all. If we can really prevent the Bulls from winning the second three consecutive championships, will Jordan no longer retire because he feels that he has no pursuits anymore, and will he continue to play in the NBA?

How many more years have you been playing?

Thinking about it, I slowly closed my eyes. Today's duel with Iverson completely exhausted my energy. This kind of exhaustion is not only physical, but also psychological. He and Jordan

It's like two big mountains in front of me, which I need to try my best to climb over.

Staples Arena is still so crowded, and the enthusiasm of the fans is even worse than the previous game. I have gradually begun to learn to get used to this feeling, and try my best to integrate myself into it.

Go into the atmosphere.

"Little rookie, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

When I was about to walk out of the locker room, I was stopped by a voice.

"What to bet on?"

I looked back and didn't expect that the person who wanted to bet with me was actually Shaq. I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

I saw him holding out three fingers and saying:

"Let's bet on whether I can score 30 points at halftime in this game."

"Do I have to bet? I don't think there's anything worth betting on."

"It's boring, just don't gamble."

After saying this, Shaq walked out of the locker room with an unhappy face, like a child who wanted to eat candy but was rejected by an adult.

Why does this guy insist on betting on me? To be honest, I have no doubt that this guy has the ability to score thirty points in the half. It is even possible to score thirty plus twenty points in the half, as long as

It would be nice if his teammates were willing to pass the ball to him more.

Another reason why I didn't agree to this bet is that I really can't think of what I can get from him if I win. At least so far, I haven't thought of anything I want.

It seems that regardless of whether anyone made a bet with Shaq, he was determined to take out his anger on the Timberwolves inside in this game. The Lakers bench let out bursts of roars from time to time, which was quite consistent with Shaq's massacre in the opponent's inside.

If I read it correctly, in the middle of the first quarter, the opponent's starting center had already been replaced due to three fouls, while Garnett, the Wolf King who was originally at the power forward position, was full of energy at this time.

The dark line on his face seems to be because the Timberwolves coach wants him to guard Shaq.

Shaq's official height is 2.16 meters, while Garnett's official height is only 2.11 meters. However, according to my naked eyes, not only is Garnett not shorter than Shaq, he even feels slightly taller.

He's a little taller. It's obvious that he deliberately kept his height shorter in order not to face heavyweight centers like Shaq.

It was obvious that the Wolf King had worked very hard to defend, but his figure seemed to be only half the size of Shaq. I saw him pulling the jersey on Shaq's back fiercely, and the movement was so big that it was almost

It was like playing wrestling, but not only the referee turned a blind eye to all this, but even Shaq himself seemed to be fine. He didn't feel affected at all. He directly hit the Wolf King and dunked. I did a rough count.

, this was the second time he was dunked within three minutes.

The most annoying thing is that after Shaq finished dunking, he didn't forget to smile and spray some trash talk. The blue veins popped out on the Wolf King's face, and he looked like he wanted to skin Shaq alive.

It's just that he knew that he was no match for Shaq even in a fight, so he could only hold back his anger. The look of his face flushed was indeed a bit miserable.

"Kobe, it's your turn to play, remember to stay focused, just like you did in the game!"

It was finally my turn to play, but I didn't even touch the ball in the first two possessions. It looked like Shaq was going to play the entire first quarter, and point guard Byron Scott came in as a substitute.

Not a single ball was passed, but almost every ball was passed to Shaq.

And Shaq today is really a bit cruel and outrageous! With less than two minutes left before the end of the first quarter, he has already hit seven of ten shots, scoring 20 points and 8 rebounds.

He made 6 of 8 free throws, 5 offensive rebounds and 2 blocks. Did he take stimulants today?

I highly doubt that if he were asked to do a urine test now, not even a drop of urine would be found in the stimulants.

Although I was quite shocked by his performance, who the hell can stand this feeling of running back and forth without being able to get the ball the whole time!

This old boy Scott is really hateful. Didn't he just lose to me in a one-on-one challenge last time? As for being so targeted?

Finally, in the last round before the end of the first quarter, I got the ball for the first time in this game. Because the time was almost up, the opponent's baseline serve wanted to pass the ball directly to the frontcourt. I had quick eyes and quick hands.

Next, I broke the ball.

There are still eight seconds left before the end of the first quarter, which is enough time for me to complete this last attack.

I quickly dribbled the ball to the opponent's free throw line. At this time, their defenders had rushed over quickly, leaving me with very limited time and space. If their defense hadn't forced me into a desperate situation, I might not have been able to do anything.

Use all my strength.

It's nothing to take a shot against two or three people. I will let them know what a real big heart is. When there was 0.5 seconds left before the end of the first quarter, the ball finally left my fingers and passed the blocker's head.

A few centimeters from your fingertips.

Hollow into the net!

I didn't have any mood swings at all, as if I just did something ordinary, but the cheers that resounded throughout Staples still made me feel good.

In the second quarter, the head coach finally realized that he had mismatched the playing time between me and that mustached Scott, which gave me a precious four-minute performance opportunity.

In fact, my game status today was extremely good. I wonder if my one-on-one duel with Iverson yesterday opened up my Rendu line, or is this a visible improvement after playing against a strong player?

In the five Lakers offensive rounds after the start of the second quarter, I scored twelve points in one breath, including a three-pointer, a two-plus-one, and three pull-up mid-range shots, all without a hit.

Maybe the coach saw that I was really in a hot state, so it was already time to replace me a few minutes later, but there was still no movement from the coach. It wasn't until a full six minutes passed in the second quarter because neither coach made a call.

Pause, both sides directly entered the official timeout time.

I panted and looked at the scoreboard above my head, 20 points, 2 rebounds, 0 assists, 9 hits in 12 shots.

It's scary, I actually have such a terrifying explosive scoring power.

"How about it, Shaq, my scoring ability is no worse than yours. I believe you can score 30 points in halftime, but I can do it too. If you have the ability, let's bet on something more interesting."

"What to bet on?"

Shaq looked at me with a strange look, as if he didn't expect that I would say that.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

The timeout ended soon, Shaq was replaced, and I returned to the bench. What's the bet with him?