The referee threw the basketball to Tuman, and the stadium instantly became the home court of the Suns. The fans held their breath and everything calmed down.

Everyone wants to see how this vicious inside monster is doing free throws?

Will you continue to be cursed by the NBA on the inside genius?

Like O'Neal, Big Ben, or Rodman?

Tu Man shook the ball twice, gently raised the basketball over his head, protected the ball with his left hand, and held the ball with his right hand, then exerted force with his calf, jumped gently, and hooked his wrist down.

The standard free throw action like a textbook, everything seems so natural. The basketball swirled through a round arc, and with a "swish", it drilled into the net without any obstacles...

Obviously, Tuman is different from Sharks and Big Ben. He occupies an amazing body and has a silky feel. It is definitely not a coincidence to look at this free throwing posture!

The commentator lamented jealously:

"Oh no, God always favors Chinese insiders so much. They already have a Yao Ming, why are there monsters like Tu Man?"

Tu Man gently tilted the corner of his mouth. Ignorance humans are just a basic fuck. When you practice dribbling on the street, we Chinese children are practicing shooting, okay?

This free throw is the last straw that crushed the Rockets.

I can't even stop a foul, what should I do?

Morale is very mysterious.

Sometimes you don't seem to see much use, but when you don't, you will find that it is extremely important, such as the Rockets.

As soon as the first quarter began, they were stunned by Tu Man who emerged from nowhere. They suddenly shrank and trembled, like a group of quails.

All five people on the field looked depressed and cowardly and could not be cheered up no matter how hard they were.

On the other hand, the Suns were all like they were infuriated with blood!

A hurricane-like fast attack, a tide-like retreat, and a desperate save, was a completely life-threatening way of playing. Even the famous "soft egg" Earl Clark rode Jordan Hill under the cover of Tuman and dunked a big windmill!

The child was so excited that he was almost crying:

Mom, come and see, I finally fulfilled my talent...

The score became:

10:0

The Rockets are still hanging eggs, and Adelman can't sit still.

He stood up and called a pause. He wanted to replace all the soft-legged shrimps like Popovich, five or five times!

But that's unrealistic. It's just the summer league. In such a team, there are not many players who can break the deadlock for him to choose from.

In the end, the helpless young marshal just replaced the confused Marty Lunin with Patrick Patterson, known as one of the "Five Kentucky Tigers".

In this year's draft, all five starting tigers at the University of Kentucky were selected in the first round, setting a new record since the NBA draft, among which:

No. 1 pick John Wall belongs to the Wizards, DeMarcus Cousins ​​was taken away by the Kings at the 5th pick, Patrick Patterson joined the Rockets at the 14th pick, Eric Bledsoe was selected by the Thunder at the 18th pick, and Daniel Alton was selected by the Magic at the 29th pick.

Patrick Patterson is also a figure in NCAA. He has a tough style, can be both inside and outside, and has also been nominated for the best team.

With the hope of the whole village, Patterson took the explosive pack without hesitation and rushed to the basket without hesitation. He was too proud and did not realize the terribleness of Tu Man.

He used sharp steps to tear open the Sun's defense line and "swayed" Tu Man again. Facing the stupid and frustrated Taylor Griffin, Patterson showed his cruel fangs-

It's time for you to see the power of the Five Kentucky Tigers!

Fly up and buckle with one hand!

But, it's so strange, why is that idiot Taylor laughing?

Patterson didn't have much time to think about it during the flight, so he had to comfort himself. The boy was afraid, so scared that he laughed...

The young Patterson didn't know that the camera was slamming his head at the back of his head. There was a perverted man behind him, pressing down on him like a humpback whale that jumped out of the water!

Tu Man's head had already exceeded the height of the basket. The terrifying bounce speed allowed him to reach the commanding heights of his superiority faster than Patterson. His gliding was so comfortable that it reminded people of the stretched humpback whale on the sea level.

"Bang!"

The basketball flew out obliquely, Tu Man continued to drift, and had a violent collision with Patterson who had soared into the air. The powerful kinetic energy sent the Kentucky cerebellar axe horizontally to the floor at the bottom line, tilting all over the place, extremely miserable...

Tu Man just staggered slightly, quickly stabilized his body, turned around and chased towards the basketball direction. He didn't look at Patterson from beginning to end.

In his eyes, there is only basketball!

Amid the eager shouts of the fans, the blow full of violent aesthetics just now reappeared on the hanging screen of the dome of the arena, and the commentator exclaimed in amazement:

"Oh, beautiful right hook, this is so bloody!"

Basketball was picked up by Earl Clark, and the child was activated by Tuman today, just like returning to the omnipotent high school era.

He pointed to the frontcourt and shouted at Tu Man:

"Run, man!"

Tu Man ran away with his head, his long legs "swooshed" and brought the wind. He quickly crossed the center line. He turned slightly and saw Clark's hand raising and the basketball flew straight over.

Tu Man stepped on the three-point line without slowing down. He reached out and grabbed the basketball with one hand, drove the ball twice, and crossed the free throw line with one big step.

With a loud roar, he soared into the air, raised the basketball with both hands, and slashed heavily while gliding. With a "boom", the basket rack made a huge roar!

The fans of the casino jumped up again, looking at Tu Man hanging on the basket, all of them were excited and shouting from the bottom of their hearts:

“mvp!mvp!mvp…”

The commentator slapped the table with a slap and roared indignation:

"God, this kid is actually a loser! Can anyone tell me why Tu Man is not the top scorer? Are the general managers of NBA blind? "

Tu Man landed steadily on the ground, raised his right fist high, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the cheers of the fans. At this moment, he was the most beautiful boy in Las Vegas!

Let the storm come more violently, this is life!

The game continues, the Rockets crawling in purgatory, enduring the blast hammer from Tu Man over and over again. After the first quarter, the score has become:

31:13

John Sumait looked at Tu Man who was sweating profusely and said with concern:

"Tu Man, do you want to take a rest?"

In just one quarter of the game, he had already broken free from the pain of losing Amare. The wise Blanks, the Sun really found a treasure!

Tu Man shook his head and said with a mouth full of foam:

"No, coach, today is a big day, just let me die on the court!"
Chapter completed!