NBA: I'm not a clean center

Seeing that Stanford University was about to take off, the head coach of UCLA quickly called a timeout.

Bart Wayne didn't expect his disciple to hit the opponent to a timeout as soon as he entered the field, and he was also stunned.

The live broadcast also repeatedly played Sean's wonderful performance of one defense and one attack just now.

"We can see that Sean only used his right hand in this defense-one-offense performance. Whether it was blocking or making dunks, his left hand never touched the basketball at all. What a hand of God!"

Kato Taka, who was far away in an island country in the east, suddenly sneezed twice.

"Is one of the actresses I worked with missing me?"

He gave a wretched smile.

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Back from the timeout, UCLA's main force was forced to open early.

Sean faced Selim again.

"Hey, the best movie king, do you dare to hit me!"

Sean turned on the mouthpiece mode.

Selim cast the Falun Dafa and ignored Sean's provocation.

"Are you also so cowardly when facing your girlfriend? No, you dare not go in when you get to the cave, do you? Or have you never tasted a woman?"

A few words directly defeated Selim. At this time, the veins on his forehead were already bulging, and he was obviously suppressing the anger in his heart.

He stuck Sean behind him and demanded the ball from his defender.

Sean was too happy to see this, so how could he interrupt someone's request for the ball?

Samir, who was holding the ball at the top of the arc, was a little surprised by his teammate's abnormality, but after hesitating again and again, he still passed the ball.

A scene of Selim playing Sean in a low post appeared.

Both were satisfied with this, and Sean felt that it was finally time to teach each other a lesson.

And Selim is also full of confidence in singles against Sean. Holding the ball in such a deep position, can he use his inside skills to deal with a jumping man or is it easy to catch?

With this in mind, he launched his own personal attack.

First, he pushed Xiao En's body to test the opponent's strength.

The moment the two separated, Selim used his right foot as a fulcrum, turned around and performed a realistic shooting feint.

His fake moves were like his superb acting skills, and he successfully sent Sean flying.

A triumphant smile appeared on Selim's face, as if he had returned the insult he had just received intact.

Then he turned around lightly again, holding the basketball with his right hand, exerting a slight force on his wrist, the basketball flew lightly towards the basket.

Maybe he let down his vigilance, he just jumped slightly when laying up, and the height of the basketball from the basket is also far away.

All this also gave Sean another chance to block the shot!

When he took off, he found that he was cheated, but he did not give up. Instead, he took off quickly after landing, showing his strong continuous jumping ability, and covered his hands in front of the basketball that was still on the upward trajectory.

Selim's smile froze on his face. In his horrified eyes, the basketball did not fall into the basket over Sean's fingers as he imagined, but touched Sean's fingertips, changing the original trajectory.

"Bang!"

rebound!

There was a scuffle in the penalty area, and it was finally picked off by Sean's pair of big hands.

Sean can say without exaggeration that in terms of rebounding, everyone here is rubbish!

Stanford University also ushered in the opportunity to further narrow the score.

"Your skills are pretty good."

Selim, who came back to defend, was already prepared to meet Sean's mental attack, but he didn't expect to hear such a compliment.

"Have I misunderstood him? He is actually a respectable opponent?" He had some understanding in his heart.

But in the next second, he realized how naive and stupid his thoughts were.

"It's a pity that no matter how good the technique is, you can't shoot accurately. What's the use of rubbing outside for a long time if you can't find a hole?"

Xiao En's words caused him ten thousand points of damage.

When Selim was distracted, Sean suddenly turned around, walked directly behind Selim, and jumped up!

Yoni Rapp's eyes lit up at the top of the arc, and Sean's strong body turned into an assist +1 stat in his eyes, and he threw the basketball without thinking.

The basketball was like a positioning cruise missile, and it came to Sean's hands precisely.

"As long as there is an assist, Johnny Rapp's pass is always so comfortable." This thought flashed in Sean's mind.

Then hugging the basketball with both hands, a bully lifted the tripod and smashed the basketball into the basket in the air!

"boom!!!"

The sound of exploding frames sounded again!

"Oh! It's Sean again, it's the same block, the same dunk, in less than 2 minutes, Sean dominated the entire court, did you see the scouts on the scene? This is the future superstar!"

The narrator's surging voice was born in response to the situation.

Yes, not only saw it, but was deeply shocked.

Angelica no longer knows how to describe her mood, and she, who is also a top student, no longer knows what words to use to describe Sean's performance.

She could swear by her damn girlfriend, any general manager would be thrilled to see Sean's 2 minutes of dominance just now.

There is no technology at all, but the talent revealed is historical level!

As for why she swears by her girlfriends, it's because the nba always has one or two stupid general managers.

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Morale at Stanford was overwhelming, and that vibe carried over to the defense as well.

In this offensive round of UCLA, Stanford University actually defended against a 30-second violation!

There were boos at the scene, but the boos were not aimed at Stanford University, but expressed dissatisfaction with UCLA.

No score for a full 3 minutes!

Worse was yet to come, when UCLA double-teamed Sean again.

Stanford's outside line finally opened.

After a long time of nectar rain, what should come will still come.

Yoni Rapp finally found the shooting button, and the three-pointer at the top of the arc finally hit!

A 3-7 spurt was played in less than 0 minutes.

The difference between the two sides was further narrowed to only 1 point.

UCLA couldn't help it anymore, and hastily called a timeout again.

After returning from the timeout, the two sides did nothing in the remaining 1 minute of the first half.

In the end, the score in the first half was fixed at 37-38, and Stanford University in the away game fell behind by 1 point.

The two sides entered the intermission.

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