NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 78
"Boss, can I score top ten goals in that dunk just now?" Fernandez said excitedly, hugging Li Zheng.

"Rudy, it's hot to let go." Li Zheng said helplessly.

"Yes, those chicks in the front row will eat you up when they see you, and you should be able to take a few away today without spending any money." Zach Randolph was about to hold Fernandez and Li Zheng in his arms together, and Li Zheng Just dodging deftly, Fernandez was not so lucky and was caught by his armpit.

"Fack, Zach, how long has it been since you took a shower, it's disgusting." Fernandez pushed Zach Randolph away, rushed back to the locker room and rinsed his head with water. It felt like a hellish nightmare.

The Trail Blazers locker room finally regained its ease, and it was no longer as heavy as the first quarter.

The sense of oppression that the Spurs gave them is too strong. Whether it is offense or defense, inside or outside, the Spurs are impeccable today. You must know that Duncan, Parker, and Ginobili have hardly played much, but Oberto and Bob Wen made all the Blazers players except Li Zheng suffer a lot.

"Boys, the first half was my problem. If I adjust in time, we will be better," McMillan said to the players sincerely. "In the second half, we need to be more active, protect the rebound, do a good job of picking and rolling, and do a good job of sharing the ball. Work, if the tactical cooperation is difficult to succeed, you will give the ball to Lee and Roy as soon as possible."

Li Zheng was breathing calmly. He still had the image of Finley in his mind. It seemed that not all celebrities could be attached to a young and healthy body. It seemed that Finley's strained body could not bear the full strength of George Gervin.This is a fake. Finley's style is indeed George Gervin's style, but in the competition with players of the same level, the lack of a little imperfection is as insurmountable as a natural moat.

Of course, Li Zheng doesn't know how powerful George Gervin is at the peak, but at present, it seems that an old Finley can display such strength, and he somewhat expects those strong players whose names have faded out of history to reappear in this league. Glorious scene.

It's a pity for Li Zheng, if only he could see other people's attribute values ​​clearly, the god who changed his world would give him endless wealth and would not let him be perfect in basketball, this is his destiny, endless temptation Forcing him to give up climbing the peak of perfection.

"Li, is there anything else you want to add?" McMillan asked Li Zheng, who was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

"No, no, what the coach said is already very good." Li Zheng felt the scorching heat of his body. It is a perfect ending to have both victory and record, but perfection is the most extravagant thing in this world, and victory is more important than anything in Li Zheng's place. .

"Boys, get rid of the Spurs." McMillan encouraged the whole team. The eyes of the Blazers players were full of hope. After the confused first quarter, they finally found themselves. They couldn't wait to prove their growth to the Spurs .

At the beginning of the third quarter, the Spurs home fans looked worriedly at the sidelines. Li Zheng walked on the field with his shoelaces on, and they all booed in disappointment.

"Hahaha, very interesting scene, Spurs fans seem to not want Lee to play." Kenny Smith said with a smile.

"Maybe it's because of fear. I don't know when the record feast that Matt said will start. I'm already looking forward to it." Barkley said allusively.

Matt Davis ignored the banter of the two, but focused on looking at the screen. As the president of the Brian Li Iron Fan Support Club, with his two and a half years of experience in fully studying Li Zheng, Li Zheng is a bug. Players, he's just not sure which records Li Zheng will break.

How do Barkley and Kenny Smith, two mediocre people, understand their own ambitions?As the narrator who knows Lee best, Matt Davis feels that he should take on the role of a missionary and spread Lee's blessings to all lands.

"Lee'll do it," Matt Davis muttered, ignoring the winks and titters from Barkley and Kenny Smith.

"Aren't you going to have a few words with me?" Ginobili walked up to Li Zheng and said slowly.

Ginobili's attitude of turning a blind eye did not anger Ginobili, but Ginobili smiled, "At that time, what I thought was that if we entered overtime, our game would be lost, and we had no energy to support high-quality games. .”

Li Zheng looked at Ginobili and found that his expression was full of nostalgia, "At that time, I was so tired that I was about to collapse, and my stomach was filled with water. I could hear the sound of water sloshing in my stomach when I walked."

"That's not the reason for you to play with the rules." Li Zheng said calmly. Although Li Zheng is extremely eager to win, if he is really required to flop or pretend to be injured in order to gain convenience in the rules, then he would rather give up basketball. Is a clean freak basketball player.

"It's my fault." Ginobili breathed a sigh of relief, "It feels a lot better to say it, and I feel much more relaxed."

Li Zhenggang felt touched and was about to say something, when his chest itched, he found that Ginobili had thrown a powerful elbow to his chest.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just telling you that I will sacrifice a lot of things for victory. We are different." Ginobili retracted his elbow and said calmly.

Li Zheng patted the sunken jersey on his chest. An elbow of this level was insignificant. Footsteps and elbows were the least of his fears, provided they were on the court.

Li Zheng's response seemed to ignite the scene, cheers mixed with boos resounded through the dome of the arena, and Paul Allen applauded Li Zheng again and again off the court.

"Beep beep!" The referee's whistle sounded, and the referee came to Ginobili and gave him a foul. Ginobili smiled knowingly, as if telling Li Zheng that he was playing for real.

"Wooo! Manu's black elbow! Elbowing Lee is not a good idea," Barkley said sourly. "Referees are very good at protecting players now, so many cameras are also filming Lee, elbowing Lee is not a smart choice. "

Under the camera, Ginobili's elbow made close contact with Li Zheng's chest, making a muffled "bang", and everyone could feel the power of that elbow.

Ginobili's forceful elbow swing made Barkley a little silent. This action was obviously aimed at Li Zheng, and the referee's decision was undisputed.

"I like Lee's response, did you see that? Lee just patted the jersey lightly, as if it's just your elbows that can only wrinkle my clothes, and Lee's response is too hard." Kenny Smith sighed .

"If it was me I would elbow it back, that's what a real man does," Barkley retorted.

"Hey, what's the point of daring to fight? Do you think Stoudemire's behavior last season is a real man? When the team needs Li most, this kind of calm response can best boost morale."

"No, no, no, Li should give Ginobili a punch. If you elbow me like that, I can't make it easier for you. This is a man's behavior. Although Li's response is cool, it is not manly enough."

"That's why you don't have a championship, because you only have yourself and no team in your heart."

"Farke." Barkley turned his face away depressed. Maybe he really should become a partner with Matt Davis. After all, apart from his love of occultism, this kid will not torture himself with the sore spot of the championship.

(End of this chapter)