basketball never sleeps

Chapter 146 I Will Call You The Most Doggy

"This group of dogs is too annoying, and the referee doesn't care about it. The jersey is deformed by me and it's like nothing happened."

During the timeout, Shaq complained dissatisfied looking at the jersey being dragged into high and low shoulders.

"Hey, don't mention it, that bastard Jamal (Tinsley) wants to stick to me and let no one care, and he's groping, I really want to chop off his hand!"

Damon Jones, who came off the bench, pouted his nose and said viciously.

"If you can't beat them, just use some tricks to disgust people. If you want me to say, they are a bunch of useless bastards!"

"What are you guys? I've already shot the ball, and the fucker still has to come up and slap me. You tell me they are here to play? How dare you believe me!"

"..."

Da Fan didn't take advantage of the timeout to pour chicken soup or arrange tactics, but let the Heat players communicate and convey negative emotions with a cold eye.

Appropriate negative emotions can motivate players to play further, especially when the game is so difficult.

This match has been beyond his expectations.

There was not much time in the third quarter, and the playing time quota given by the team doctor to O'Fang was almost used up, but the Heat only gained a 3-point advantage.

There was no problem with Mo Wen's rhythm, the performance of the Big Three was still normal, and none of the role players fell ill.

However, the Pacers rely on the defense that Riley would admire, and they just have to grind with the Heat until now.

Da Fan is not worried about whether he can win this game, but it is difficult to say what it will be like when he goes back to the away game.

There are two people on the Heat's bench who didn't join the moaning army -- Wade and Mo Wen.

Wade often singled out Mo Wen on a regular basis, and had already developed initial resistance to the black hand. It was already difficult for ordinary methods to affect him.

As for Mo Wen, he is about to reach the second anniversary of obtaining the copy space. If the two years and 730 days are calculated based on an average of 5 games per day, there are also 3650 games. Not as much as him.

Others are old fried dough sticks, he is a fried dough stick fossil.

He is currently hitting the copy of the finals, and the beatings that ordinary players cannot accept are just his daily routine.

It would be a lie to say that he is not tired or hurt. After all, his body does not have armor, but his brain is used to it, so it is fine.

After the timeout ended, they stepped onto the field again. The players on both sides showed no expression on their faces.

The director on the sidelines knew how to show the camera to the most handsome man in the NBA. The face that hadn't wiped off the sweat was exuding the smell of hormones through the screen, and the wet hair tip made Mo Wen even more It has the flavor of a manga hero.

This scene caused some ladies wearing the No. 66 jersey to cross their legs and scream.

"Oh, here it is again, director, are you going to apply for a magazine cover photographer? Why do you always give the lens to Mo, do you know that doing this is ruining the atmosphere of the game." The commentator on the scene complained.

"Come on, if you don't shoot the second most handsome man in the NBA, do you want to give the camera to those guys who can compete for the most amazing looks? You should be lucky that the people who control the camera are all men, otherwise I feel that the big man above The screen will be dominated by Mo's face for the entire game."

Another explanation objected objectively.

When Mo Wen broke the record and was elected as the All-Star vote leader, most of the local media in the United States insisted that Mo Wen relied on the mysterious power of the East.

But the fact is that Mo Wen's jersey has surpassed O'Neal to become the best-selling jersey before the All-Star break.

The Western media has been smearing and belittling the image of Asians, but the masses are not blind. Later, the Bangzi boy group also opened up the market in North America is a good proof.

Competent appearance and personality, plus the hit "bet on me" with Britney Spears, plus Nike and the league's intentional promotion and operation.

Mo Wen's poster has become the object of countless girls fondling before going to bed.

On the court, watching Mo Wen who naturally waved to the enthusiastic fans, Artest showed a bit of envy and jealousy on his face.

Before, he always thought that he was the most handsome person in the NBA. During the previous suspension, in addition to being a part-time singer, he also worked part-time as a model for a period of time. He even participated in the Armani spring show.

Before his jealousy fermented, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed from jealousy to a rather complicated one.

"That...uh...well, Mo, do you want this jersey again later?"

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, seeing his hesitation, subconsciously felt that there was some conspiracy.

"Aren't you going to use my jersey to trick the little girl?"

"Huh? No, no, no, absolutely not, what should I say... ah yes... my wife wants a jersey that you wore."

Artest's voice became smaller and smaller, and if it wasn't for Mo Wen's good ears, he would not have heard the last half of the sentence.

ah this...
He would rather not hear it.

If other players asked him for a jersey on behalf of his wife, Mo Wen would generally not believe it, but Artest, regardless of his appearance of force on the court, but in private he and Kidd are the same kind of people.

Kidd beat his wife and was chased and bitten by a certain organization, so he didn't dare to fight back. As for Artest, if he remembers correctly, this man is a real version of Big Big Wolf, who was chased by his wife with a frying pan in the news exist.

"Can't you find other excuses? For example, your sister, what does your daughter want..."

"My sister is still in prison..."

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

It is said that the number of hands is short, but Artest has no intention of holding back in the subsequent confrontation. Instead, his actions are getting bigger and bigger.

it feels like

Jealous?
NND, you are the one who asked me for the jersey, and you are the one who is jealous.

I would call you the most dog.

The buddies are not Parker, Fisher and Arenas... Besides, your wife who is wider than you in the horizontal direction, Lao Wang has to take a detour when he sees it, and it doesn't work even if the lights are turned off. Are you still worried?
Seeing the boy's stubbornness, Mo Wen handed over the possession of the ball to Wade, and began to run without the ball.

After all, the team's masseur couldn't be as meticulous and caring as Catherine. Although Mo Wen's injury resistance has been improved, he doesn't want to play against this kid to test it.

But unexpectedly, his temporary avoidance made Artest feel that his toughness had paid off.

With 40 seconds left in the third quarter, Artest took the basketball from Miller, and without thinking about it, without looking for cover or looking at his teammates, Artest rushed straight towards Mo Wen.

Carlisle's breath caught again.

He doesn't understand.

Others try to avoid the defenders as much as possible, and then seek space to shoot. Why do you take the initiative to confront yourself?

Mo Wen's gaze was like a knife, and he waved at Haslem next to him, and made a tactical gesture that the Heat would only use against O'Pang.

Haslem's eyelids trembled, but he still nodded to indicate that he knew.

Mo Wen fought and retreated and put Artest into the penalty area, and Haslem surrounded him in time.

Artest just wanted to show off his skills at the basket, but he didn't want Mo Wen to get stuck in the main position first, and at the same time used his elbow to support Artest's back ribs.

The knife rest is on your neck for you. If you commit suicide or go to jail, choose one yourself.

Artest felt something was wrong and wanted to shift his position, but Ha Fat returned to his defense in time and blocked him on the other side. Mo Wen and Ha Fat had a tacit understanding and each of them stuck Artest's outer thigh with a leg. The three were intertwined and directly nailed Artest to the bottom line.

This is the first time Artest has encountered such a situation after playing for several years. He tried his best to break free, but before he swung his elbow, Haslem surrounded him and blocked the light in front of him.

At this moment, it was as if the Iron Maiden had closed the door, and then sharp pains came from all directions on Artest's body.

Ao Pang, who surrounded him from the side, took a breath of air when he saw this scene.

Before the linesman could see clearly what happened, Artest lost control of the basketball after hearing Artest howl in pain.

　The second update is tomorrow morning

　　
　
(End of this chapter)