NBA: I went from being a reasonable talker to being a god against the sky

Following the system prompt, the challenge mission was finally declared complete, and Jiang Hao's 1 minute of invincibility passed.

"Phew," Jiang Hao exhaled with relief, and rehearsed the movement of the sky hook out of thin air, and suddenly felt like the basket became bigger, "Very good!"

Looking up at the timing card again, there are 3 minutes and 15 seconds left before the end of the game.

Leading by 1 point is not an advantage at all on the basketball court.

Perfect balance.

3 minutes and 15 seconds, anything can happen.

Any outcome is possible.

The Mavericks just scored, and it was the Hawks' turn to send the baseline.

Childress, who served, was shaking.

The heart also kept shaking.

It won't work if it can't be passed on, and it won't work if it can't be passed on. I'm afraid it's not a calf but a mad cow, right?

"Huh?" Childress was feeling melancholy, looking at the field, his eyes suddenly lit up, "All gone? Stop playing press?"

Sure enough, all the Mavericks have retreated halftime at this moment.

"Huh." Bibi let out a long sigh, approached unhurriedly, and stretched out his hand calmly, "Come on, Xiaochai, it's all right, let's pass it on."

"Xiao Chai..." Childress pouted, dissatisfied with the boss in his heart, and muttered in a low voice, "Old Bi, you are really guilty of what you said, whoever knows who is younger between us."

"Huh?" Bibby had good ears, and turned his head to look back at the sound, his eyes revealing a trace of resentment, and he said strangely, "Be careful of your asshole!"

"Eh~" Childress blushed suddenly, her chrysanthemum tightened three times, and her heart sank, "Oh, it seems that I have to put on Vaseline again tonight."

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Jiang Hao's performance is back to his performance, and the situation that Bibby completely crushed Harris can't be changed.

"Pfft!"

Bibby made a sudden stop while accelerating, and at the same time dribbled back to his crotch. Harris was shaken and his center of gravity was unstable.

With a "whoosh" shot, Bibby raised his shooting hand high, pointing his finger at the sky, condescendingly, glanced at Harris and said, "You, no."

Look at basketball again.

"Shh!"

Hollow into the net, still three points.

92:90.The score was reversed again.

"Wooow!" The roar of the dj in the sky suddenly resounded, "Cheers, Atlanta! Cheers to our white devil Mike Bibby! Today's seventh three-pointer!"

"Ohmy!" Countless fans in the stands opened their mouths wide and sighed repeatedly, and then they shouted in unison, "mvp~, mvp~, mvp."

At this moment, on the court, there is a strange atmosphere above the heads of the Eagles players.

At the home court of the Atlanta Hawks, the mvp cheer originally belonged only to Joe Johnson.

Bibby, despite his reputation, is just a new player who joined this season.

Today's game is about to end, and Johnson only scored 6 points.

On the contrary, Bibby, the game is not over, has scored 7 three-pointers, scored a total of 25 points, and also had 5 assists.

If the game ends immediately and the Eagles win by 2 points, Bibby is the mvp of this game.

Money, status, glory, attention, satisfaction...

Who doesn't want to be the boss?

What a nickname Eagle King!

The Mavericks don't care about that.

Jiang Hao wants to lead the team to win.

Harris holds the ball for halftime.

In a rare instance, Bibby didn't force the defense.

To put it bluntly, I still have too many thoughts.

Thinking about fighting for the boss, somewhat distracted.

"Bibby!" Coach Woodson saw it and suddenly shouted to remind him, "Pay attention to defense, the game is not over yet!"

"Hmm." Bibby came back to his senses with a jerk, his eyes gathered, his arms spread out to expand the defensive area, and his legs moved sideways to follow Harris's footsteps.

Bibby went up with hands and feet, Harris was instantly beaten back to his original shape, and there was no room for a breakthrough at all.

Once the defense is strong, Bibby's restrictions on Harris are still dominant.

In this case, Harris can only pass the ball.

Once the ball is passed, the old problem is still faced.

to whom?Who can pass it on to?

With four consecutive waves of full-court pressing and defense, the calves of the players on the Mavericks field were trembling.

Inside, Dampier can barely stand.

In the bottom corner, Terry's hands were hanging down, and he didn't have the strength to raise his hand to ask for the ball.

Second Uncle Huo was even more amusing. He was obviously a power forward working in the three-second zone, but he made him look like a sixth child watching a show at the top of the arc.

It's not that you can't watch a show at the top of the arc, you can count as a three-pointer, right?

But Second Uncle Huo's shot, if it goes out of the three-second zone, is definitely a missed shot!

"Batt!" Harris felt the chill on his temples, and the cold sweat came straight down. He couldn't help but wondered, "Where did Jiang go?"

"I'm here." As if prying through Harris' heart, Jiang Hao appeared behind him like a ghost, and said in a deep voice, "Just give me the ball."

A word of good words will keep you warm in winter!

"Yeah!" Harris felt that the cold sweat was gone in an instant, turned around and handed the ball to Jiang Hao, who had an unpredictable face and a slight smile.

Jiang Hao held the ball at the top of the arc, but an incomprehensible scene appeared on the court.

No one came up to defend!

Johnson was facing Jiang Hao, but he didn't come up at all.

The closest person to Jiang Hao was Bibi, but Bibi didn't come up either.

None of the other Eagles players showed any interest in Jiang Hao!

Not surprising.

Because, Jiang Hao only scored 4 points today, but had 20 assists.

Everyone's judgments were unanimous.

You, Jiang Hao, don't feel good today, so you dare not vote at all!

Your only choice is to pass the ball... pass the ball... or pass the fuck.

"Oh!" Jiang Hao nodded to himself, since he gave face so much, if you brother Hao didn't vote, I would be sorry for you.

"Dong dong!"

Jiang Hao dribbled the ball continuously, but took a step back.

"Huh?" Everyone asked a question.

Following this question, Jiang Hao unhurriedly turned his body sideways to face the Eagles basket.

In the next second, Lu Zhileng, the fairy with his left arm, was in front, and Yunyun was behind the ball with his right hand.

Everyone's eyes widened.

No one can guess what Jiang Hao will do next.

Jiang Hao's actions at the moment are too mediocre.

One meter away from the top of the arc, take this pose.

"Did the rookie short-circuit his brain?"

"Not necessarily, maybe this posture can clearly see the assist route?"

"Anyway, it can't be a hook."

The audience in the stands croaked for a while.

In fact, Jiang Hao was waiting.

Wait for the Eagles to come up and defend.

In fact, hook shooting is not an unfathomable skill.

But when it comes to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, the technique of hooking has changed, and it has a new name-skyhook.

Abdul-Jabbar's hook shot has three characteristics.

First, the shot is far away and difficult to block.

Second, the front hand is used as an aid to control the distance between the defender and himself.

The first two are the advantages of the hook shot itself, and they are not awesome.

The most awesome and terrible thing is the third point.

Abdul-Jabbar's height.

Abdul-Jabbar's absolute height of 2 meters, coupled with a year-round hook shooting rate of more than 18%!

Absolutely unsolvable existence on the basketball court.

In Kareem's prime, as long as he shot the hook, there was one and only one option for the defender.

Give up the interference on Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and turn around and wait for the rebound.

Therefore, the technique of the hook can only be used by a big center and has a hit rate as a basis, which is a threat!

Therefore, in the NBA, except for a few center forwards with delicate hands, almost no players practice hooks.

And Jiang Hao is just a 198 shooting guard.

That is to say, the Eagles players clearly saw that Jiang Hao was going to make a hook shot, and they didn't have any fear at all.