The Happy Beast sat on the bench until the end of the first half without waiting for the coach to coax him. The most he heard was the coach shouting to the field, "Get out, go out, hurry up."

Although the coach didn't coax him, he thought he was still happy, after all, the coach had never called him like that.

"I'll go in the second half, coach."

"Think about it?"

"Well, I want to be that unique superstar."

With the help of the intermission, Wang Hao called Aomei. It was not his fault for worrying. It was already June 7th, and it was only 3 days before the due date. Who can guarantee that he would not have a child in advance? The reply he received was all safety, and Wang Hao also let go of his heart.

At the beginning of the second half, Yao Ming and Kobe picked up the thermos on the court, and Wang Hao and Gasol raised their spears to rush forward.

"How many points did you get from the old scholar?"

Yao Ming asked with great confidence.

"Not much, 27 points."

"I really envy you. Scores are like drinking water. I can't do it. I have to chisel them one by one!"

The two rolled their eyes to each other.

Kobe: "You're almost invincible at the basket, and you still have to make a lot of money?"

Yao Ming: "It's so fast to keep investing in three-pointers."

Jordan Jr. finally waited for his dream appearance time.

"If you don't have any precautions, just wait for the bench."

Wang Hao grinned and scared Jordan.

"What are you doing? Didn't you get beaten up when you were rookie season?"

Yao Ming stood up and presided over justice for his substitute.

Wang Hao's method of leading the team is very simple. He can shoot wide and can't shoot waiting to eat the cake. He breaks through.

Jordan raised his proud head, "Did you see that? In the Lakers, the boss has to pass the ball to me."

The Magic team attacked, and Master Huo determined to make the ball and play singles. He looked like a stupid little Jordan.

Jordan Jordan doesn't have the skills, can't shoot, and he will eat cakes and have such strength. It seems that Master Huo is the same. The two of them seem to be carved from the same mold.

Master Huo finally found someone who could compete with him for strength and jumping was so happy. He hated Yao Ming the most. He said it was soft, but he couldn't stand it. He said it was hard, so he turned over and jumped, and he didn't hit the basket at all, and he rarely dunked like him.

The happy Master Huo also showed off his skills. After turning around, he waited for Jordan after he had a super-stop air stagnation ability before putting the ball in.

"Boss, I..."

Jordan was a little embarrassed, after all, he felt that he could defend himself just now.

"It's okay, haven't you heard from Yao Da? I also got this guy beaten up in my rookie season."

"So it's true?"

Jordan Jordan is like discovering a new world.

"Of course it's fake"

The Magic's defense against Wang Hao was useless. Wang Hao easily reached the Magic's inside line. Master Huo came to make up for it. As soon as he moved, Jordan was about to jump.

"This silly man, his eyes are quite good."

Wang Hao threw the ball into the sky, threw it over Master Huo's head, and threw it into the hand of Jordan, who jumped up on the other side.

Howard: "In the past, I used to be the one who was absent-hit person, but how did I beat the Lakers and become someone else's-hit person?"

"Boss, handsome!"

Jordan Jordan didn't have time to pay attention to Master Huo's mental journey. After saying something, he quickly returned to defense.

The magic advanced quickly and handed the ball to Master Huo, who had successfully played singles in the last ball. He bumped and turned around. The rare Master Huo actually raised the ball and swayed it. No doubt that his little Jordan was shaken away directly. Then Wang Hao closed his eyes in pain, and Master Huo completed a dunk.

"Hanhan, as long as you stop, he can't do anything. Don't jump. Just like Yao, you can stand at your feet, do you know?"

"I got it, boss."

Wang Hao knew that Jordan just looked like he knew it.

After four minutes of fighting back and forth, Kobe and Yao Ming both appeared, and the final battle was about to come. Van Gundy even called a timeout.

"The next time will be the decisive moment. We can get through it and we can still play in the fourth quarter. But we can only return to Orlando with a 2:0 back."

"Don't worry, let the coach give it to me."

Van Gundy didn't even have the desire to take a look at Howard. He thought Yao Ming was the silly Jordan?

Back on the court, Kobe continued to start the God-killing mode, and Howard's self-righteous tricks became useless under Yao Ming's defensive strategy.

In the third quarter, Kobe gradually went further and further as he performed.

"Why, why? We played very well but lost the game."

In the fourth quarter, Howard, who was sitting off the court, complained in dissatisfaction.

"Child, you can also become better and make your attack range bigger."

"But the coach..."

"Stop talking, prepare to go back to Orlando to tie the big score"

The entire fourth quarter was garbage time. After the third quarter, Wang Hao quietly left and drove to the hospital.

"How is it? Is there a reaction?"

Wang Hao asked to Curry sitting at the door.

"You can see it yourself"

Curry looked like I wanted to die.

With doubts, Wang Hao pushed open the door and saw Ao Mei wearing loose clothes, one chicken wings in one hand and one chicken leg in the other. His agent, Brother Huang, kept walking out the food in a food box.

"Dear, you're about to give birth. Didn't the doctor tell you to pay attention to your diet?"

"Yes, so my meals are made by Uncle Huang."

...

Wang Hao's head hurts a little, and the doctor doesn't seem to mean that.

"Don't worry, boss, the food I eat is made by my father, and it is filled with some Chinese medicine. Don't worry, it's absolutely fine to eat it."

Wang Hao doesn't care about this anymore. Uncle Huang has always been very reassuring. He was wondering if he is a little poor. His wife is a foodie and is giving birth to a foodie. After this, he doesn't even make enough money for him to earn.

She stayed in the hospital until June 9th. Until the moment when Wang Hao was about to set off for the away game, Ao Mei still didn't react. She should eat and drink. Wang Hao was a little suspicious. Ao Mei was not pregnant with Nezha in her belly.

"Hey! Did your wife react so much before giving birth?"

"It's quite big, what's wrong?"

"My wife still doesn't feel it."

...

"Maybe it's because of the big heart."

...

Wang Hao and Kobe fell into a strange silence. Kobe's words were too heartbreaking, but it seemed that nothing was wrong.

When he arrived in Orlando, Wang Hao was holding the phone in his hand in a daze, fearing that something would go wrong with the O'My sister.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

"Okay, don't worry, I was nervous for the first time, and I gradually got used to it. You have to believe in medicine."

"Medical? I believe it's a ghost. If pregnant women in the United States don't have confinement, will that be good for their health?"

Without Sense Kobe, Wang Hao put down his phone and made a debut. After all, the game has to continue.

"Or why would you rest on the court?"

"Need not."

Standing on the court, Wang Hao put down his worries and prepared to jump the ball.

Bang!

The Lakers won the jump ball and the first attack.

Kobe also knew that Wang Hao was now in Orlando, and his heart was in Los Angeles. He did not let Wang Hao participate too much on the offensive end. Even Wang Hao missed a defense and Kobe didn't say anything. After all, with the Lakers lineup, what's the difference between Wang Hao's paddling and not paddling? Can he still lose?

At the same time, in Los Angeles, in the hospital on the other side, O'My sister felt uncomfortable just now. By the time she was sent to the delivery room, her pelvis had already been opened.

"Olson, if you feel pain, just scold Wang Hao. The harder you scold, the less painful it hurts."

As a veteran, Kesao has always been by her side and also recommended Aomei a little trick to relieve pain.

Curry was a little confused. Should he listen to Wang Hao and record the next shouting of O'Mi's?

"It's better to record it, after all, the couple's affairs."
To be continued...