Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 49 The Genius Madman Shi Erlang

Even before he made his debut, the jeers and booing from all around brought the Toyota Center back to the passionate years...

It's a pity that he himself was unmoved, with the expression of a player on a big scene.

Barkley: "Did Carl show off? JR Smith was used at the critical moment? His face was flushed like that... Did he really come out of yesterday's nightclub rhythm?"

Kenny: "Carl is a gambler. This guy is quite popular. You can tell from the emotions of the audience..."

"Come on, Smith, Houston's rim screw is coming loose!"

"You're an idiot! You're a bum..."

"Get out of here! Don't come out and show yourself!"

Watching him casually walk to the sidelines, the Toyota Center became a sea of ​​joy in the criticism meeting...

JR...Ron's face turns blue and white...

Barkley: "What is he going to do?..."

JR turned a deaf ear to all the taunts behind him, he just walked towards the court with his firm steps...Ty Lawson was dribbling the ball and was just about to pass the halftime. At that moment, all ten players on the court looked at the No.11 player who suddenly walked on the court...

"Beep beep~" The referee whistled...

JR opened his mouth so stupidly, that mouth almost fell on his stomach...

He seems to be protesting in the island language...

He said, "Nani?"

He innocently spread his hands to the referee...

He turned back and looked at Carl, who covered his face and shook his head in frustration.

Anthony was having fun over there, and Lawson even sat down on the ground.

"Denver Nuggets, technical foul! Rockets, one free throw!" Only the referee shouted at the technical table.

"Haha...you idiot..."

"Go back and eat shit!"

JR was dizzy for a while...

"What-are-you-**ing-do? (The ball is not dead, you ran up to do it?)" A Nuggets assistant next to him asked JR inexplicably...

Mayo scored easily.

81:83, the Rockets scored 35:19 in the third quarter...

3 minutes and 58 seconds...

"Have more fun, JR!"

"We all like you!" The fans on the sidelines cheered...

I like you bitch! There are words in JR's heart...

JR replaced Lawson, Iverson point guard on the Nuggets, JR points, Anthony small forward, Nene and Camby twin towers.

The Nuggets are fighting to the death!
Iverson broke through Lowry and gave it to Nene. The Brazilian struggled a little, and then gave it to Camby. Facing Mayo who was eager to try, Camby didn't dare to dribble and gave it away.

At this time, the ball finally passed to JR who had just stepped out of the shadows...Brother Patch was struggling secretly, but he didn't know that the individual man with a lot of inexplicable Chinese characters tattooed in front of him raised his hand and hit a big 3 points...

"Crash!" The ball directly popped out of the bottom line...

"What-a-**-doing-man? (What plane are you doing)?" Iverson came over and slapped his ass.

While stepping back, JR looked at his hand as if something happened...

"I have a problem with my hand today..."

There is something wrong with people!Carl shook his head with a helpless and fed up expression, and was caught by the cameraman.

"JR, that's it, keep going, we all like you!" a fan howled loudly...

That's how the game was won?Ron twitched his face in embarrassment, looking at the idiot who stepped back while talking plausibly...

He is a genius?Is he crazy?
He is the number one nerve knife in the league...

The Smiths have five treasures, the two eldest are sisters, and the third is brothers. JR is fortunate to be the second, known as Shi Erlang in the world.

The genius madman Shi Erlang.

He can score 11 consecutive 3-pointers, and he can immediately shoot 20 black irons in a row.

He loves nightclubs, and he is a boy who spreads money.Every nightclub manager of the visiting team likes to have the Nuggets as a guest that day.

He is not ostentatious and refuses any non-compulsory media interviews... He is also very arrogant. He likes to greet and talk trash with fans...

Said he is a genius - the 1th in the first round, the low-ranking Kui Bao.Averaged 24+ per game, famous bench gang.

Call him a lunatic—the first day he slashed 35+, and the second day he hit 20 irons.

He is always full of confidence and comes with open hands...

As soon as the master makes a move, he will know if there is...

He is, I will take action, regardless of whether it has...

Low-key is synonymous with him, and he doesn't have any airs, although every summer vacation has something to shake your heart.

Bar fights, fights with teammates, driving violations, speeding crashes...

He also holds one of the most "honorable" records in the league...

After playing the game, go to prison... After going to prison, continue to play...

His childhood playmate died because of his flying car, which made him cry bitterly, and said that he would spend money on racing again...

Within a year, he was again called to the police for speeding.

He is Shi Erlang.

You don't understand his world...

He is the genius madman Shi Erlang.

Erlang glared fiercely at Budinger, a first-year rookie. Brother Patch was a little afraid. At this time, the ball in his hand was favored by Erlang like gold.

It's just that I don't know why he didn't even bother to stretch out his hand, which is a bit dissatisfied with his fierce eyes.

Brother Patch is sweating profusely on his back...

Could this be the legendary anti-personnel extinction that has been extinct for a long time in the world-"The eyes scare you to death?"

He swallowed, opened his hand to aim... shot...

Hollow into the bottle...

Budinger sighed while backing away.

As expected of Erlang, who is famous all over the world, his melancholy eyes and his miraculous performance deeply moved him and overwhelmed him...

A man like him will shine like gold wherever he goes.

"What-a-**ing-doing-boy? (Are you fucking kidding me!)" Anthony opened his eyes wide and said, your eyes are too defensive, you should imitate me...

Shi Erlang smiled slightly, "give-me-the-ball!"

"Yes, give it to him! We like him! We all love him..." The fans at the scene watched 84:83, overtook, and swarmed in agreement...

Barkley: "Does the new Eastern manager have a knack? Promise him to return to the Houston nightclub after the game?"

Kenny: "Karl is a crazy gambler. Unfortunately, he made a mistake today... He bet on three six leopards... I think the odds of that are higher than JR's sudden enlightenment!"

"You're a piece of shit..."

"Get off!"

The fans behind Ron rejoiced...

In front of JR, he still has the expression that you love to scold or not. Ron thought about his reaction to being so criticized yesterday, and he didn't know how this guy cultivated such a city wall face that was thicker than titanium alloy.

Get him off Carl...don't ruin a great game.

Ron is also a fighter, he is unwilling to accept such an ending, it will only make people feel that the victory is invincible...

It was of no use to him to take this difficult game, to inspire his confidence...

Oh no, there may be side effects...

Maybe someone will commit the spirit of Ah Q...

If it weren't for JR, we would have lost...

I'd rather have a fight to lose than end up this way...

Just glanced at the pulsatilla on the sidelines...

The old man paced back and forth, although his expression was helpless, his eyes were...

Full of confidence?

Reverse thinking... launch...

Yes!

He also understands that if he continues to fight such a tough battle, there will only be a dead end...

There is only one fight...

It's a pity that this gamble is too big...so big that even he himself doesn't believe it...

But why did he put on a confident look?
I have long heard that Karl is good at being thorny. His subordinates, Iverson, Anthony, Kenyon Martin, Nene, etc., including JR and later the beast Fariola and the god McGee, which one is not a famous bug in the world?

Just one can cause chaos in the world... But he has gathered so many thorns at once...

Ordinary teams have long been over, only he turned decay into magic and brought out a disciplined, well-organized and ever-victorious team...

Yes, yes!
In a normal team, if you make a fool of yourself once or twice, you will be replaced!

Popovich won't even give you a second chance, even if you're a super All-Star with an annual salary of over [-] million...

This is a kind of trust, this is infinite tolerance!

This is fraternity that treats all players equally!

Who is the stabbing head?

Let go of the disdainful appearance... They are more fragile than ordinary people in their hearts!We need people to care more!

Trepidation, apprehension...

Beneath their rebellious appearance is a heart full of strong ambitions...

Their super high sense of team honor and disgrace, and their loyalty to the home team are even stronger than ordinary players!
Which one of Artest, Sponeville, and Rasheed Wallace is not an iron stunned man?

Take JR Smith in front of him as an example, does he like to make a fool of himself in the midst of abuse?Is he willing to fight like shit and show off on the court?
Do you think he is really crazy?

Do not!
Only under the hands of such a generous trainer, those thorns transform from bedbugs to butterflies...

Seeing that JR settled down early, his eyes were resolute, and he was not at all moved by the ridicule and abuse of the audience...

Watching other people still patiently open up opportunities for him to move...

Ron suddenly felt that he was a little too underestimated...

He closed his eyes slightly, he knew that the sky over Houston was about to become cloudy again...

Raising his hand, he scored another oversized 3-pointer. He ran back without looking at it. All the fans laughed, but half a second later, the mocking smile suddenly appeared on his face in embarrassment...

Even Scola, who was about to brush a rebound, was a little unbelievable...

The ball crashed into the net and smashed his face...

"Do you like it?" JR murmured in a low voice while stepping back...

84: 86!

As soon as the ball reached Hayes' hands, two people suddenly double-teamed!The guy who was defending with his eyes just now emptied Budinger and rushed towards Hayes...

"pause!"

Just halfway through the words, the ball in his hand was cut and flew out, and that fucking kid who managed to shut up the audience for a while just now flew away like a comet!

Riding thousands of miles, breaking the momentum!
He came with a battle-axe cloak!
With a bang, everyone was shocked!

The fans were shocked, but saw that he just put the middle finger to his mouth with angry eyes, hissing and running back...

The TNT scene was as quiet as being slapped in the face...

Everyone is dumbfounded...

84:88!1 minute and 02 seconds in the third quarter!
Lowry gets the ball!Back to first half mode!As soon as the ball turned to Scola, Nene and Camby surrounded him. Scola hesitated, he didn't know who to pass to, and immediately made a mistake. Anthony made a fast break. He didn't run so fast in the whole game!
Lowry Mayo strode forward, but he threw the ball behind his head...

It's JR again!Didn't even look at Brother Patch, who was defending in front of him, facing his open giant palm, and launched an intercontinental missile 1 meter away from the three-point line!
The ball roared and slammed into the frame like a locator!Yes, just smash it in!That force almost burst the entire rim!

"Do you like it!" he roared, raising his hands mockingly! "Go on! Do you like it? Do you like me like this?"

All the fans have stayed...

84:91!37 seconds in the third quarter!
Barkley: "He's crazy! He's completely crazy! JR has a convulsion!"

Kenny: "He's already in a demigod state!"

Lowry struggled to get the ball into the basket against two people.

86:91! 16 seconds

The Rockets are fighting for their lives, and everyone knows what is about to happen!

"Get on Ariza!" Ron yelled at the bench.

Ariza stuck close to Smith, but the latter was like a mad dog, scurrying in the hinterland of the Rockets restricted area.

The ball was given to Anthony, and he threw it beyond the 3-point line without even thinking about it!
"What!" All the fans' eyes straightened up...

Shi Erlang, a genius madman full of anger, rolled out like a noodle, and then turned into a spring man and flew towards Ariza's face...

**!Simultaneous whistle!
At the buzzer, a deadly three-pointer!This goal is about to extinguish the ambition of the Houstonians that was finally ignited in the third quarter!

Swish!The crisp sound carried everyone's despair...

Adelman jumped up and slammed the scoreboard on the ground...

Everyone held their heads and began to regret...

They angered a lunatic... no, angered a demon god who they should never have angered!

He rushed to the camera like a ball of anger and slammed his chest at all the fans!
"Do you like it! Are you satisfied now!" Everyone rushed to surround him, pushing and shoving him to show encouragement...

He was rebellious, facing the exclamation and abuse of all the fans, he raised his arms and shouted wildly...

In the corner of the screen, the corner of the mouth of the silver-white-haired old man reveals a hint of relief...

86:94! At the end of the third quarter, JR scored 11 points in a row, and with his own strength, drove the Rockets into the abyss of eternal darkness...

It also made Ron, the general manager of the Rockets who just took office, dumbfounded...

Anthony started passing the ball again, Iverson's eyes were also bright, and all the Nuggets started howling like wolf cubs...

Toyota Center sinks into gloom again...

"We can't give up! We still have a chance!" Mayo shouted endlessly, and all the Rockets players seemed a little frustrated...dejected...

Even Martin and Yao Ming were a little annoyed by the injuries on the side...

Only one person listened to the sentence seriously... stood up silently...

"The road to victory is really full of twists and turns!" In front of the Rockets bench, the teenager named Kyle Lowry wiped the sweat dripping from his face...

　Reward! !Bros! !The new book depends on everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)