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Chapter 191 From Offense to Defense
Davis looked at the ceiling blankly, and Anna looked at him with a worried face.

"Honey, tell me, do I look like a joke, full of confidence and want to challenge Jordan, but I can't even lift my head when I get hit in front of Jordan who is really serious." Davis suddenly said to Anna.

"Michael, you have performed very well, don't belittle yourself, he is Jordan, the founder of the Bulls dynasty."

"I've tried my best, but I can't even get a victory in his hands." Davis turned over and faced Anna.

Anna was taken aback by the look in Davis' eyes.

There was despair in his eyes.

"Michael, it's just 0-2 behind. Let's not say that we still have a chance. Shaq still has a great advantage inside. Even if you lose this round of the series, it's not the end of the world. This year is only your first season. It's already very good to be able to play this kind of performance. There is only one Magic Johnson, and Jordan only won his first championship ring in his seventh season."

Anna spared no effort to comfort Davis.

After a while, Anna suddenly thought of something.

"Michael, cheer up, I have an idea."

There was a little gleam in Davis' eyes.

"Since Jordan can give up offense and deal with you like Reggie Miller in the semifinals, can you also give up offense and defend Jordan with all your strength?"

Davis was a little disappointed.

"But my weakest link is defense." Speaking of this, Davis seemed to suddenly remember something.

"I'm going to the toilet."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to get up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

After coming to the bathroom, DeWeese immediately entered the system space.

He began to focus all his abilities on defense at all costs.

Finally, after he clicked the last point, his defensive ability value, which had not moved for a long time, finally jumped up a bit, reaching 80.
DeWeese immediately equipped the pair of gloves he got from the last lottery.

His defensive ability instantly soared to 85.
In addition, there is an extra skill in his skill bar.

"Death Coil, an A-level defensive skill, can reduce the opponent's hit rate according to one's own defensive ability value, up to 10%."

Then he looked at the dusty skill in his skill bar, the first skill he got.

"I don't know how to attack. I reduce the offensive ability of the opposing player by reducing my own offensive ability. The higher the offensive ability of the opposing player, the worse the effect." (I modified the skill effect. If it is simply half for half, then this skill is a bit BUG.)
He washed his face, pulled himself together, and returned to the room.

When Anna saw Davis come back, she had the usual faint smile on her face again, thinking that her persuasion had worked, she also smiled happily.

Davis ran two steps quickly, came to Anna, and hugged Anna.

"Honey, thank you for your comfort, how should I thank you?"

Anna was suddenly attacked, and she screamed in a low voice, then she raised her head, her face was already flushed.

"The coaching staff has regulations that abstinence is required during the playoffs."

"This rule, I have to discuss it with the beautiful coach Anna."

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The next day, a refreshed DeWeese came to the arena, ready to take the flight to Chicago with the team.

The teammates were very worried about DeWeese, who was blown up by Jordan in the past few days, but today, it seemed that DeWeese had completely walked out of the shadow of losing the previous two games.

DeWeese returned to normal, and all players, including O'Neal, breathed a sigh of relief.

Because now Davis is the brain + commander of the team, neither Van Exel nor Cole can replace Davis at all.

On the plane, DeWeese walked up to D'Antoni and sat down.

"Mike, in the next few games, I want to give up offense and put all my energy on defense."

D'Antoni looked up in surprise.

"Are you serious? Then who will fill the firepower gap you left?"

"Let Nick, Latrier, and Denis make up. The three of them together are much stronger than me in terms of offense. Give them three more shots."

D'Antoni thought about it for a moment.

"Then who are you going to defend?"

"Of course it's Michael Jordan."

D'Antoni looked at Davis suspiciously.The meaning is very clear.

can you?
Davis smiled.

"Anyway, if we continue to fight like this, we will still lose, won't we? Why don't we try?"

Finally, D'Antoni nodded.

That night, during warmups, Jordan smiled and walked over to Davis.

"Little Michael, it seems that you are still a long way from me."

Davis smiled, raised his hand and threw the ball in his hands.

But he threw it at Jordan's basket. . . .

After the ball was scored, the warm-up players on the Bulls side cast incredible glances at Davis.

"I feel good today, but this is Chicago, Michael Jr. You can't beat me on this court." Jordan threw down two trash words, waved to Davis, and walked back to his own half.

Jordan's face sank the moment he turned around.

"Scotty, that kid has a good hand today, increase your defense against him, and don't overturn the car in your own home court."

He walked up to Pippen and whispered something to Pippen.

Pippen nodded.

"Don't worry, Michael, he won't be able to make waves. No one in this world who can score from the two of us has yet to be born."

After warming up and returning to the locker room, D'Antoni suddenly increased the number of outside shooters including Anderson, Scott, Sprewell and Horry.

Several people looked towards Davis in confusion.

They know very well who gets their shots.

Davis smiled lightly.

"Today, I want to prevent Jordan to death, and leave the offense to you."

Sprewell came over wondering, and reached out to touch DeWeese's forehead.

"I don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

Davis smiled and knocked Sprewell's hand off, and said to him, "Lart, just because you can't guard Jordan doesn't mean I can't."

Sprewell wondered even more.

"But, am I not the best perimeter defender on this team?"

"You just watch, Larter, I bet you that Jordan's shooting percentage will not exceed 40% today."

Sprewell curled his lips in disdain.

"Who doesn't know how to brag."

Davis tidied up his jersey, turned around and walked out the door.

"Then let's wait and see!"

(End of this chapter)