basketball god death race space

Chapter 8 An Embarrassing Violation

"This guy... how can he jump so high..."

Fisher was powerless to watch his own basket being bombarded, and felt a deep fear of being dominated.

"Di-"

The referee whistled, and the Lakers called a timeout again.

The 76ers regained their morale in this fast-break counterattack, and everyone happily returned to the bench.

"Good job!"

"Boy, you are really brave today!"

"That block is so handsome. I've seen many buckles, but this is the first time I've seen a cap!"

Dugu Ming became the hero of the 76ers. Every team member, whether starting or substituting, enthusiastically came forward to celebrate Dugu Ming with high fives, even Iverson was no exception.

This made Dugu Ming a little dazed, the last time he tasted this kind of passionate feeling was a long, long time ago...

"Come on, lads!"

Larry Brown smiled and encouraged every player, "The Lakers are already at a loss under our attack. Their defense has become incompetent and ridiculous. The next thing we have to do is to completely crush them in one breath. With 20 points Take the lead and shut up all the clamoring media!"

"coach!"

Then someone spoke.

Wang Zhe.

It was also the first time for a trial trainer to come to the NBA arena. Seeing Dugu Ming shine on the court, Wang Zhe finally couldn't sit still.

Larry Brown was in a good mood, and he asked with a smile, "Do you have any questions?"

Wang Zhe's throat moved, and he summoned up his courage and said, "I think, can you give me a chance, I want to prove myself in the finals!"

There was an uproar on the 76ers' bench. It was the first time they met such a person, and they actually volunteered to play.

Every team in the NBA has very strict checks and controls on the playing time of players. If the plan arranges for you 10 minutes, you will get 10 minutes of rotation time.Less than garbage time, few coaches temporarily increase or decrease playing time for a certain player.

Wang Zhe's resume was also arranged by the system. His average time per game in the regular season was even worse than that of Dugu Ming, only two minutes and 43 seconds.

Larry Brown ignored Wang Zhe, and he turned his head to look at Duguming.

"Ming! What do you think? Now that you are the organizer on the field, what kind of players do you need to help?"

Some players began to whisper, Duguming only played one game, and got the coach's unconditional trust. He even asked him first when he selected players to play.

Du Guming hesitated for a moment, and when he saw Wang Zhe's expectant and pleading eyes, he nodded.

"I think he can give it a try. Our lineup and routines are almost mastered by the Lakers. Since we have a big lead, we can try some new tricks."

"That's good! You play, and McGee takes a break."

Larry Brown didn't have the slightest objection, and completely let Dugu Ming make arrangements.

"Thank you coach, thank you brother Dugu!"

Wang Zhe said with tears of gratitude.

"This kid, didn't he just make an appearance, as for being so excited?"

Tyrone Hill asked puzzled.

But Du Guming understood why Wang Zhe was so eager to play. One of his tasks was to score a goal in the first game, otherwise he would be obliterated.

Duguming also didn't want to see his companions from the same time travel get wiped out because they couldn't play.

"I just ate a fortune cookie and it worked!"

Wang Zhe winked at Duguming in a low voice, "A piece of biscuit is only valid for 3 minutes, and the cooling time is 24 hours, that is to say, I have to score a goal within these 3 minutes! You must help me finish it!" !"

Duguming thought for a while, then nodded and said, "No problem, you run a fast break as soon as we grab the ball, I will pass the ball to you, and you can complete the task with a layup."

"Thank you!"

Wang Zhe said gratefully.

"You don't need to thank me, helping you is helping me. If you complete the task and strengthen your technology, we will be more confident in defeating the Lakers."

Dugu Ming said.

The game continued, the Lakers served from the sideline, Kobe faced Wang Zhe, easily broke through to the basket with a feint, and faced Mutombo's supplementary defense and pulled the bar for a layup.

"Stay focused."

Duguming frowned slightly. Although Wang Zhe has a strengthening system and has unlimited potential, his foundation is really poor.

And he probably played too much wild ball in the halfcourt, and developed a bad habit of only defending within the three-point line. On that ball just now, Kobe actually directly shot a three-point jumper, which was no different from an open spot.

"Sorry...I didn't expect Kobe to be that fast..."

Wang Zhe looked nervous.

"It's okay, let's continue!"

Duguming picked up the ball, stood on the bottom line, and sent the ball to Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe picked up the ball, walked forward, and started dribbling.

"Shh-"

The referee immediately blew his whistle, indicating that Wang Zhe should not go as an example.

"Uh……"

Wang Zhe was dumbfounded.

The whole audience was dumbfounded.

The players of the [-]ers wanted to see Wang Zhe like an idiot, he could walk without defense, are you kidding us?

Fortunately, there are no five major 囧 series in this era, otherwise it would definitely be named the first 囧 of the year.

"How am I walking?"

Wang Zhe still didn't understand, and said angrily to Duguming, "Is this referee discriminating against Chinese people?"

"You really walked..."

Du Guming hurriedly grabbed Wang Zhe, this kid actually wanted to argue with the referee.

Wang Zhe made this kind of mistake, and there are so many of them in the field. Many people stop the ball with both hands, take a step to stop the inertia, and then take the other foot to dribble.

According to the rules, this is walking.

"Impossible! I have been playing for so many years, how could I not even know how to dribble! There are so many walking violations in the NBA, like James Anthony, they can't layup without walking! Which referee blows them!"

Wang Zhe's face was as red as a monkey's ass. Seeing this, Dugu Ming pulled him past him and warned, "Stop babbling, this is just a walk! There is no dispute, you should still Obediently admit it. So as not to be called a technical foul!"

Only then did Wang Zhe stop resentfully, scolding that bald referee ten thousand times in his heart.

The Lakers got the ball by accident. After Fisher dribbled the ball away from Iverson, he stuffed the ball to O'Neal. The latter hit the board and shot the ball easily.

"You serve the ball, I control it myself."

Duguming threw the ball to the referee.

Wang Zhe nodded, took the ball from the referee, and passed it to Duguming.

"Shh-"

The referee's whistle sounded mercilessly again, this time, even Dugu Ming himself was dumbfounded.

"Throw-in violation!"

The bald referee looked at Wang Zhe expressionlessly, and the latter walked up to him aggressively.

"How did I violate the rule?"

"You're passing the ball and stepping forward, but your foot is in the line and the ball hasn't passed yet."

The referee shrugged, "Shall I record the video for you?"

Duguming had a black line on his head, and it was another rookie's exclusive illegal ball.

Walking forward and passing the ball, that's fine.

But if you do this while serving and you happen to step on the line, you will definitely be called a violation.

(End of this chapter)