The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 10 Always Ready
There are no tigers in the mountains, but monkeys dominate.

As the regular season garbage time leader with the biggest position on the Rockets' court, Jordan Hill is still tirelessly asking for the ball. He just got an elbow and urgently needs to dunk and vent his anger...

But how could Ismail pass it on to him?
That "meat grinder" is like a ghost, sticking to Jordan Hill's back. If this is passed on, it will be another big hat if it is not guaranteed!
An undrafted point guard whose consecutive passes turned into beautiful blocks for his opponent, Ismail was already beating drums in his heart. He was worried that his "big orange" view had become a "big orange" in the little book of the young coach. Negative value?
Coach, I'm really not an undercover agent!

In the end, Budinger, who fell to the left corner, got the pass.

His heart was full of bitterness. As a second-year child, he, like Jordan Hill, came here for dimensionality reduction to attack these rookies, but was hit by the "meat grinder" for dimensionality reduction...

What is this riding a horse?
Bitter bitterness, Budinger still cast a beautiful quasi-open three-pointer.

It is said to be quasi-open, because it was open before he caught the ball, but it was not empty before he shot, just adjusted it a little, and Tuman appeared in Budinger's sight without any warning!

Can this person teleport?
Budinger's heart fluttered, and he temporarily adjusted the arc of his shot to make it round and high, and he would definitely be able to avoid the slap of the "meat grinder"!

In fact, Tu Man just feigned a shot. He was still two meters away from Budinger. It was too late to take off and block the block. It was just to scare him...

But Budinger was ignorant, and he was like a snake.

Tu Man didn't care if the scaring worked or not, he made an emergency stop, turned around and rushed towards the basket, regardless of whether he got in or not, let's run over first!
Many people think that if the opponent makes a shot, isn't it a waste of money?

But in Tuman's dictionary, there is no such thing as running for nothing. As long as you can't run to death on the basketball court, you will run to death. Where do you get rebounds if you don't run?
Even the best shooter has at least half the chance of missing.

The rebound is in the half of the missed shot!
Tu Man is always ready to contribute a rebound without any suspense for these missed shots!
"Duang..."

Budinger was determined, and Jordan Hill, who was guarding the basket and looking through the water, was overjoyed. He looked at the basketball outside the pop-up frame, jumped hard, and grabbed it with one hand...

At this time, the other pair of hands arrived first, hugging the orange elf tightly!

Jordan Hill caught a lonesome.

Tu Man landed steadily, and roared toward the frontcourt:
"Taylor, one more!"

He swung his arms round, and with a "whoosh", another pass across the court.

Taylor Griffin looked at the basketball getting closer and lifted his spirits. What a coincidence, how did Tu Man know that I was under the basket?

If you're on the horse, it's strange if you're not under the basket!

This time Taylor didn't make any waves. After holding the basketball firmly, he turned around and took a look. Then he dunked with both hands, adding two more points for the Suns!
Once again, there was a warm roar in the arena!

Of course, this is not for Taylor, although his dunks are also very powerful...

Tu Man stood under the basket like an iron tower, with his head held high.

All in my hands!

The Rockets launched an attack again, and they suddenly became very flustered, wasting nearly 20 seconds outside the three-point line, passing back and forth, and no one was willing to take a shot.

This kind of selflessness is rare in the hungry summer league.

Of course, if you are a live audience, you will feel that the Rockets' choice is not surprising at all.

The Suns' defensive formation is a bit like a zone defense, with three power forwards shrunk behind, and Dodell and Tuman, who are the most mobile, roam between the free throw line and the top of the arc, and Tuman's maneuvering range is even larger.

Facing a lunatic like Tu Man, who would dare to vote without being afraid of being hated?

With three seconds left in the attack time, Ismail bit the bullet and fed the ball to Jordan Hill who had finally squeezed into the paint area. He seemed to see that he wanted the ball!

seem?

Jordan Hill didn't ask for the ball at all!
He didn't even raise his arm. In the previous 20 seconds, he had raised his arm several times. That bastard boy just didn't pass the ball. Now he's not ready, the opponent passed the ball...

Therefore, it is not Jordan Hill who gets the basketball, but Tuman.

Always ready, the ball arrives.

Tuman got the first steal of the game. Dodell had already run away, but Tuman didn't pass the ball. That guy was a black hole.

He steadied himself, and threw the ball to Earl Clark, a guard who was dressed as an insider. Before the sophomore year of high school, the template was Allen Iverson. Later, the gene mutated and he grew like a bug, and was forced to become a inside.

Then, it didn't transform into Durant, it was abolished.

Clark expressed a little flattered by Tu Man's pass, and slowly controlled the ball. When Tu Man ran across the half court, entered the paint area and settled down, he passed it immediately.

Tu Man hit Jordan Hill with his back. He dribbled the ball and leaned back with his buttocks pouted. Behind him, Jordan Hill suffered severe abdominal pain and took a big step back.

Tu Man hits the top again, and Jordan Hill retreats again.

Tuman was still on the top, there was no one behind, Jordan Hill avoided, he was afraid that if he suffered that again, the pain might make him scream like a bitch...

Tu Man arrived at the basket smoothly, squatted down slightly, and prepared for the first-level launch of heavy missiles, when a red shadow overwhelmingly pressed down.

Tu Man was unmoved, and still took off as planned. The huge obstacle weighed heavily on his shoulders, but the manic explosive power of the golden calf still pushed him to a suitable height!
"boom……"

The basket groaned in pain, and Tu Man hung his hands on it dangling.

The basketball plummeted through the net and slammed into an off-balance red jersey, the overthrown Rockets power forward Marty Lenning.

"Beep..."

The referee's whistle blew:
Marty Lenning made a thug foul, and Tu Man made an extra free throw.

The narrator is hi again:

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Yet?"

The fans in Las Vegas jumped up and cheered "MVP" without hesitation. No one expected that this young man who had "did a very good job" would actually do such a good job again, dunking on his shoulders!
Too violent!

Tu Man walked to the free throw line with a calm expression on his face, as if he just picked up a soda can dropped by the side of the road and put it in the recyclable trash can.

The camera gave a close-up of Tu Man's face, and the narrator wailed:

"Oh no, dude, you're too good at acting! The NBA already has Tim with facial paralysis, do you want to inherit it..."

(End of this chapter)