Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 236 I'm going to decide this game!
A shadow was cast over Kyrie Irving's heart. Before the start of the game, he was simply disappointed with Yuan Qingshan, but as the game progressed, a wave of resentment had unknowingly formed in Irving's heart.

Yuan Qingshan, why don't you lose the game obediently, so that I can forgive you a little out of pity?

"Listen, don't give the ball to No. 23 anymore, just give it to me!" Irving ran over and gave instructions to JR Smith who was about to serve.

"Hmph, they can't win at all." JR answered irrelevantly, but obediently handed the ball to Irving.

James had no choice but to run to the frontcourt, command Love to the other elbow, and lie in ambush with him on both sides of the basket, ready to rush for rebounds at any time.

"Guy Carey, here he is again!" Blatt stomped his feet angrily, and Tyronn Lue couldn't help standing up, clenching his fists nervously.

At 2 minutes and 33 seconds, leading by 2 points, Owen is about to start singles.

Yuan Qingshan looked at Owen's death-like cold eyes and felt a dangerous aura.

"Yang, you go to defend JR, Irving will leave it to me."

Nick Young is an experienced veteran player. Knowing that Owen couldn't cope with this state, he hurriedly exchanged positions with Yuan Qingshan to defend JR Smith.

"Have you been on the field all the time?" JR asked in a daze, as if he had just realized that Nick Young was also on the field.

Nick Yang raised his nose and sniffed: "Did you drink secretly again, be careful that your boss will beat you to death."

JR smiled coldly: "Hmph, why are you beating up? You should first think about how you will die. I have never seen Owen take it so seriously. You are all dead."

JR is right, Nick Young is also facing Irving in this state for the first time, but having that person guarding him is enough to make people feel at ease.

The smell of gunpowder gushed out from every pore of Owen's body, and he finally got his wish and faced Yuan Qingshan again.

The host camera immediately pushed to the close-up screen, bang bang bang, fighting spirit burning!
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of eyes, Irving started, quickly changed hands and dribbled the ball, and the basketball flashed from left to right.

The optic nerve quickly transmitted the signal to the brain, and Yuan Qingshan's body followed the direction of the basketball, involuntarily tilting to the left.

Owen followed up with a probing step, stomped on his left foot, and rushed towards Yuan Qingshan's right side instead.

It's a change of direction!Yuan Qingshan immediately adjusted his center of gravity, and beads of sweat dripped to the ground with the vibration.

It's a pity that it was too late, and it seemed too late to block Owen's way, so Yuan Qingshan could only turn around and start the three-stage acceleration, preparing to destroy the ball behind Owen.

However, Owen's speed did not decrease but increased, Yuan Qingshan could only speed up, and Owen followed suit.

The two got closer and closer to the basket. Yuan Qingshan gritted his teeth and accelerated for the third time. Owen sensed the approaching wind behind him, and under Yuan Qingshan's surprised eyes, he increased the speed by another gear.

Yuan Qingshan is fast, Irving is faster, and the strength of superstars is fully demonstrated.

"How is it possible, Owen is dribbling the ball!" Hertas widened his eyes.

"Yeah, Qingshan's speed can't keep up." Bass exclaimed.

"Only Whiteside is left, can he stop Kyrie Irving?" Black sweated quietly.

It's not that he doesn't trust his teammates, but that the enemy is too powerful.

At this point in the game, everyone gave their best. Who wouldn't want to go home with victory?
Inside the penalty area, Whiteside took advantage of TT's momentary distraction to rush out, preparing to use his body as a wall to block Owen's impact outside the reasonable collision zone.

Yuan Qingshan stared at Owen's back from behind.

He has a feeling that Irving has completely adjusted his breath and rhythm at this time. It is simply a dream for Whiteside to make an offensive foul at this time.

"Don't foul!" Yuan Qingshan shouted.

Whiteside bit his lip to judge the direction of Owen's rush, settled his heels ahead of time, and made a defensive posture.

"Let me be your opponent now, I will stop you for Qingshan!"

then.

Whiteside only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the white figure became invisible like an electric current, passing through his body in the blink of an eye.

Oops, he's about to make a layup!

Whiteside twisted back and jumped high, waving his big hands to block Irving's layup.

But it was only in the air that I realized that Irving didn't rush to jump for a layup after passing him, but deliberately slowed down his pace.

Looking at the meaning, it seems that he is waiting for himself to seal it.

"Hassan, stop!" Yuan Qingshan shouted again.

The Lakers bench was also full of exclamations. Whiteside was more than 20 centimeters taller than Irving.

Unfortunately, Yuan Qingshan's reminder was late again.

Irving didn't wait for Whiteside to fall before attacking, but held the ball and passed it directly to the basket. It looked like he was passing it to Whiteside's huge palm.

shock! ! !
Whiteside's head was blank, how did Irving send the ball to his eyes?
who cares!
"Look at me!" Whiteside yelled, slapping the basketball hard.

Huh... bang!

The receiver on the backboard not far away heard the crisp sound clearly, and after a delay of about one second, it came out from the loudspeakers at the four corners of the Quicken Loans Center.

Swish, followed by the sound of a basketball falling into the basket.

Beep!

"Away team, thug foul!"

The referee gestured at the technical table, Whiteside thugs fouled, and Irving's 2-point goal was valid.

Wow!The voices roared.

"Great!"

"The Cavaliers are great!"

"Send them back to Los Angeles!"

The cheers of the fans resounded through the Quicken Loans Center. This game was too dirty for last year's championship team.

What Clevelanders want to see is carnage.

Whiteside looked at his palm in surprise. He still hasn't figured out how the slap that should have been slapped on the ball hit Owen's forearm.

The fact is there, there is a large palm print on Owen's forearm.

"Kyrie, just score directly, don't hurt yourself." James glanced at his forearm and said with a sigh.

Owen walked away blankly, and James shook his head helplessly.

"Coach, the players' emotions don't seem right, should we call a timeout?"

Scott heard the assistant coach's reminder, called a timeout, and both players returned to the bench.

Cowen, who usually has a good relationship with Irving, gave up his seat and whispered to Irving: "James seems to be not very satisfied with the ball you deliberately fouled just now."

Irving's voice was so calm that it was almost ice-cold: "It's because of No. 23's indecisiveness that a team that can't even make it to the playoffs is chasing the score so tightly."

Cowen hurriedly shut up after hearing this, he didn't want to freeze the atmosphere of the team at this time.

Owen continued to say four words in a cold tone: "It's a shame!"

Scott was very worried about Yuan Qingshan's physical condition, and asked him if he needed to switch to the second position. Yuan Qingshan shook his head, and Nick Young couldn't deal with Owen.

Beep, the buzzer sounds, and the pause ends.

Yuan Qingshan finally took a big gulp of Gadele and wiped his mouth hard.

"This game, I want to decide!"

(End of this chapter)