NBA: Art is trash talk

Chapter 98 The Great Effect of Trash Talk
Playing your temper?

Give me a break.

He Xinghui's mental age is over 30, how could he have such strong mood swings because of James Jones' words.

All he did was to lure his opponent into being fooled.

When Jones was still naively thinking about taking a bargain, He Xinghui rushed out and intercepted Nash's pass.

"My ni."

Before Jones could spray, He Xinghui rushed forward with the ball.

Before he upgraded to dribbling, he really couldn't control the ball well while running at high speed.

But now, he barely made it.

Bearing the king of fast attack on his back, the sun has no one to keep up with him in time.

It is estimated that they were all shocked by He Xinghui's shameless behavior.

What about not defending?
A super star, can he still have some face?
Jones chased after a few steps, and chose to give up after realizing that there was really no play.

Just when all the audience thought they could see another wonderful dunk, He Xinghui finished it with an extremely ordinary civilian layup, which upset countless people.

Just kidding, the cheapest dunk item costs 50 rage points.

One deduction in a game is enough, He Xinghui won't waste it.

As for the audience's confusion, that's easy to handle.

He Xinghui spread his hands, put on a very embarrassed expression, and said: "No one will stop me, I can't even arouse the desire to dunk."

This is about how much you owe and how much you owe.

This was even more true for Jones, who felt Ho was mocking his fear of being a backdrop.

But the real situation was that he was deceived by He Xinghui's shamelessness.

Unbearable, Jones rushed forward and gave He Xinghui a strong push.

Even if he loses the suspension, he will fight He Xinghui to vent his anger.

However, he was too naive.

He Xinghui didn't fight back at all, and fell to the ground, sliding on the floor for a full one or two meters. Those who didn't know thought he was hit by a car.

beep.

The referee's whistle sounded, and he hurried to Jones' side to prevent the Clippers players from making contact with him.

A flagrant foul, the referee was decisive.

Off the court, D'Antoni stared at all this in a daze, feeling like countless muddy horses galloping past in his heart.

He didn't do anything as soon as he played, and he directly paid for a mistake and a first-level malicious foul.

Simply outrageous.

If there weren't so many cameras broadcasting live, he really wanted to rush over and grab Jones' ear, and question him loudly, why didn't he listen to his own words.

Before the game, he repeated many times to ignore, ignore, and ignore He Xinghui's trash talk.

Unfortunately, no one listened.

Although D'Antoni wanted to slap Jones in his heart, on the surface, he was still speaking for Jones and protesting to the referee.

He said, "Don't you have that guy's mouth beeping all the time? He still"

"What's wrong with him? Mike, the league doesn't ban trash talking, it's part of the game. If your players can't focus on their game, they don't deserve to be in this league."

Dunleavy shot back.

D'Antoni almost went berserk when he heard the words, why can't my players concentrate on playing.

If He Xinghui didn't beep, would his players be distracted?
"You are insulting the game, the game should not be like this."

D'Antoni said angrily.

He can only attack from the moral level, after all, the league does not ban trash talking.

Turn back the time.

TNT.

The moment He Xinghui gave up his defense, Barkley shouted in the live broadcast: "Be careful, don't be fooled, this guy can never be so pure."

"Calm down Charles, Jones can't hear your reminder."

Before Smith finished speaking, He Xinghui completed the steal.

"Look, Schett, I'm not wrong. Damn, this guy is going to have another slam dunk."

As soon as Barkley finished speaking, He Xinghui made an ordinary layup.

The slap in the face came too fast, making Barkley hard to guard against.

Smith was already laughing on the sidelines.

At this moment, Audran translated in real time: "He said, no one stopped him, so he has no passion for dunking."

Xie Te, this guy really is still pretending, but in a different form.

Barkley cursed in his heart, scolding He Xinghui for not practicing martial arts ethics and engaging in sneak attacks.

Before he could scold enough, a conflict broke out on the field, which made Barkley's eyes shine.

If He Xinghui could take a beating, he could use this to mock He Xinghui.

Thinking of this, Barkley even wanted to dance in the live broadcast room to celebrate.

Unfortunately, He Xinghui fell to the ground so quickly that Jones was stunned, not knowing whether he should catch up and beat him.

After such a delay, the Clippers player Referee He rushed over.

He Xinghui escaped, which disappointed Barkley.

"Maybe, we really need to re-examine the role of trash talk. See, He's trash talk directly disabled two Suns players. And, we can't even blame Jones and Bell too much. In that case, do I can't control my emotions."

Smith commented.

"I think the league should ban trash talking and the game should be purer."

Buckley said.

"Fuck you, Charles, you just want to teach me a lesson, what kind of pure talk. When you were playing, why didn't you see you shouting to ban trash talking and celebration?"

Smith complained.

This remark made Barkley very hurt. He really just wanted to see He Xinghui deflated.

Then, he had the opportunity to mock He Xinghui.

In front of the TV, some fans were also discussing whether to ban trash talking.

Except for a few stars who support the ban, other star fans and ordinary fans do not want the ban.

Because the intention against He Xinghui was too obvious and excessive.

Another point is that without those trash talks, the game will be less fun.

In the eyes of many viewers, He Xinghui's trash talk is still very interesting.

On the pitch, the chaos is over.

He Xinghui completed the free throw and made one of two free throws.

At the same time, the Clippers also have the ball.

In this way, the Clippers took a huge advantage.

The game restarted, and D'Antoni replaced Jones with Deion Thompson, a swingman and a 2005 second-round pick.

No way, he has no one available.

"Come on, he is just a rookie in the same class as you, and your pick is still ahead of him."

D'Antoni tapped Thompson on the shoulder, trying to encourage him.

Still, Thompson suspects the coach is trash-talking him.

Otherwise, what's the point of raising the pick? Why should you compare yourself with He Xinghui? Isn't that exposing your own scars?

Can a person who averages less than three points per game compare with a person who signed 9500 million?
Dion Thompson came on stage with a feeling of apprehension, and came in front of He Xinghui.

Then, he saw He Xinghui smiling at himself.

It was a very inexplicable smile, not a sneer, nor a smile, in short, it was a kind of weird, scalp-tingling, penetrating smile.

It didn't matter, he also saw He Xinghui walking towards him.

"Don't come here."

Thompson yelled inwardly.

　There is an extra chapter today, isn't it surprising?

　　It is mainly thanks to the reward of Xiada soy sauce, as well as the various supports of other book friends. This book has been confirmed to be published in Sanjiang next week.

　　I seem to have said that Shangsanjiang has three shifts every day, so.
　　In short, readers are also requested to support a lot, what kind of votes, rewards, the more the better.

　　If this book gets a good grade, I can finish another double-leaf book and update this one vigorously, proving that I am not short and weak.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)