I really don't want to win the MVP

Chapter 5 I'm Hurt Again

"Overtake! This"

"See it? That No. 8 is the engine! The No. 3 of the Tennessee Volunteers scored 16 points in the first half, and has yet to score in the second half. The role of the No. 8 in Wyoming is not only reflected in scoring and connecting teams. go up."

At the 15th minute of the second half, the score on the field was something no one had expected before the game.

62: 70!

It turned out that the Wyoming Aurora team, which had been underestimated before the game, led by 8 points.

Jiang Mu completely restricted the Tennessee Volunteers' scoring guard who averaged 64 points per game before the top 22.

The referee's whistle blew again, and player No. 3 roared with a black line on his face.

"He fouled, didn't you see his hand was between my arms the whole time?"

The Tennessee Volunteers didn't pass halftime for 10 seconds.

Violation, the ball is exchanged.

"Invincible is so so so lonely and invincible is so... how empty I am standing in the cold wind"

Although No. 3 couldn't understand the lyrics of this song, he could still read something from Jiang Mu's deliberately low tone and that cheap expression.

"Jiang! Keep a low profile. Keep a low profile. It's the first time you're playing such a regular game, so don't make people angry!"

The audience of the Tennessee Volunteers started to yell and curse, and even Erwan was a little worried.

"It's okay! I haven't played yet."

Haven't played yet?What else do you want?Not enough?Be an honest person!Although the score is not too bad now, but your insult is too strong.

All the teammates had an idea in their hearts at this time: Fortunately, this Chinese defender is his teammate!

With 2 minutes left, the score was 66:77, and the point difference had been widened to 11 points.

The black bald head coach of the Tennessee Volunteers is very depressed.

The tide is gone!Powerless!
The Tennessee Volunteers, who made it to the Round of 64 last year, look set to stop there.

The most depressed ones at this time were the members of the volunteer team on the field. Jiang Mu's expression and tone of voice seemed to be sarcastic.

At this time, they not only had to endure Jiang Mu's trash talk, but also endured the boos of their alumni at the scene.

Most of the people present were alumni of the Tennessee Volunteers. At this time, some people began to curse, and some even threw mineral water bottles on the sidelines.

Tennessee Volunteers: Let me go, I can't stand it, why isn't it over yet?For the first time, I don't want the clock to be stopped for free throws in the last 2 minutes. .

Jiang Mu looked at the mineral water bottle on the sidelines, tilted his head and kept sighing.

Erwan: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Mu: "Oh! It's a pity that if these bottles are put away by my grandfather in my hometown, he will probably be very happy."

Erwan: "."

Just when the coaches of both sides were preparing to adjust their personnel to run out of the last minute of garbage time, something unexpected happened on the court.

Jiang Mu jumped up, wanting to add another block for himself.

Jiang Mu's hand was completely on the basketball of No. 3 of the Volunteer Team for the layup. After the two landed together, neither of them fully controlled the ball.

"I'm 189 centimeters tall, you have to be 195 centimeters, right? If you can't compete with me in this ball, won't you feel ashamed?"

number 3:"."

Jiang Mu: "Do you think the referee threw it high or low? Are you going to jump from the beginning or wait a while?"

Number 3: "You care about me?"

Jiang Mu: "I don't care, I'm not your elder!"

The eyes of No. 3 have already burst into flames. This game that is sure to win is completely disrupted by No. 8 in front of him.

I still want to participate in the draft this year. If I don't even make it to the top 64 this year, then there will be another big stone on my way to enter the NBA, and maybe I can only delay it for another year.

Even if their own data is very good, who would pay attention to a "BubbleTeam" (bubble team, every year after the regular season is over, the strong teams will lock in the invitation quota, and some teams with good records are not bad, and the teams on the fringe are rejected. What about the leading scorer on the team known as the "bubble team"?
Thinking of this, No. 3 seems to have lost all hope, but the flames in his eyes still seem to be full of fighting spirit.

Jiang Mu felt a little strange looking at No. 3, who could have been high-spirited.

His expression and eyes. Did he give up or not?

"When the watch stops after the jump, you will probably be replaced, right?"

The referee threw the ball into the air, and Jiang Mu bounced extremely fast, jumping high.

Jiang Mu was taken aback, wondering: Huh?He really gave up?Why didn't you take off?

The ball was put into Erwan's hands by Jiang Mu. When it landed, Jiang Mu suddenly felt that something was stepped on his foot. He thought of something in his mind for a moment, and then began to worry.

Click!

A crisp sound came from the ankle down the calf to Jiang Mu's mind.

Done
Jiang Mu didn't even sweat after the game, but at this moment, his whole body was sore and wet.

Jiang Mu clearly saw the referee's gesture of punishing No. 3 for violating his body, and the No. 3 who was looking at him from above despite losing the ball.

Jiang Mu saw the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, as well as the old coach Terry and his teammates who rushed up.

Jiang Mu was carried away, but the picture played on the big screen in the center of the stadium still made thousands of people in the stadium cover their mouths in surprise.

I want to see it, but I don’t dare to see it!

On the screen, Jiang Mu's right foot stepped on No. 3's foot, and it bent instantly, and the amplitude exceeded 90 degrees.

Such injuries are not uncommon in the entire basketball world, and there are only a handful of people who can stand back on the court.

Even if there is, the state is definitely not what it used to be.

Jiang Mu covered his eyes with his hands at this time, trying not to look at the passage lights above his head, and liquid flowed from his fingers.

Damn it!When I came to the United States, I was beaten up all the time. I finally got the chance to blow up others, but I was also bullied because I got carried away.

Jiang Mu has a long memory, but is there a chance to start over again in the future?
Ten days have passed!
Jiang Mu was still lying on the hospital bed, the operation had been done, and his ankle was covered with a thick plaster cast.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, and the message was sent by Erwan, who had the best connection with his team.

"Brother, we lost the first knockout match. It might be different if you were there."

Jiang Mu turned the phone over and closed his eyes again.

"Pfft! Jiang Mu, the host of the paranoid system of the ball god, has finished his first NCAA season, and his season rating is E-level!"

Jiang Mu's eyes opened again in an instant, and the system hasn't abandoned him yet?
This kind of injury that is likely to kill a career can completely wear down a player.

Jiang Mu, who dreams of entering the NBA, sometimes feels that it would be better if there is no systematic blessing, at least he doesn't have to bear such a fall from heaven and hell.

At least he can still treat basketball as a hobby, which is better than being unable to play basketball for the rest of his life.

The doctor's test report is very professional, and the situation is better than expected, at least he won't become a cripple.

"Severe fractures, I can only walk on the ground three months after the operation, and it takes nearly half a year to walk normally, but I still don't want to do strenuous exercise in the future!"

While Jiang Mu was thinking, the voice of the ball god's paranoid system sounded again.

"Pfft! Does the host, Jiang Mu, receive the NCAA end-of-season reward package?"

(End of this chapter)