When Stoudemire rushed over, he opened his arms to block Yang Mo's path. Yang Mo chuckled, while changing direction and dribbling in front of him, he asked disdainfully: "Guess, I broke through from the left
You, I'd better break through you from the right."
Stoudemire was provoked by Yang Mo in this way, and his face was filled with anger, and an angry voice came out of his throat: "Go to hell."
Saying that, he forced himself up,
As soon as he pressed forward like this, a happy smile appeared on Yang Mo's lips, and he thought to himself, "If you don't do it, you won't die. It's really hard for me to break through if you stay there all the time. If you force me to defend, you are not asking for it."
Humiliating?
"Then go to the left!"
Yang Mo calmly reported a direction, and the basketball quickly rushed to the right and pulled it to the left. He took a long step and rushed that way. Stoudemire quickly went to the left to cover, but Yang Mo suddenly made a
He stopped suddenly, slapped hard with his left hand holding the ball, and the basketball quickly hit the right side.
"Fk, how dare you lie to me!"
Stoudemire cursed angrily, but was glad that he was well prepared and did not deflect all his weight. In the blink of an eye, he quickly leaned to the right and aimed at Yang Mo's basketball with lightning speed.
He intercepted it and left, thinking that being smart he would be able to successfully intercept it.
He is indeed very smart, but Yang Mo is smarter than him!
Snap!
Yang Mo slapped his right hand suddenly, and the basketball quickly rushed to the left. He slapped his left hand forward, and his body followed like lightning... Phew! Stoudemire's center of gravity was completely shifted to the right.
Hearing a strong wind blow by his ears, Yang Mo disappeared from his pupils.
When he quickly turned around, Yang Mo had already rushed to the penalty area. At the same time, there was no one in the penalty area... O'Neal just retreated from the three-second zone!
Seeing Yang Mo's body soaring like a bomber, Stoudemire finally realized that he had been tricked. From the moment Yang Mo asked him, he had fallen into his trap. And the reason why Yang Mo was talking nonsense to him was also
Not entirely to provoke him, but more to wait for O'Neal to exit the penalty area!
This guy is really not simple!
Stoudemire sighed in his heart, and at the same time, Yang Mo reached the top of the air. With a sudden pull, he slammed down with all the strength of his body... Boom!
The Suns' basket was smashed by Yang Mo, and the microphone installed behind the backboard broke.
Immediately afterwards, the originally fixed basket slowly sank... For a moment, the entire audience was stunned.
The power of one buckle is so terrifying.
Seeing the entire basket slowly descending, Yang Mo quickly jumped down from it.
Then he ignored the chaos on the field and rushed directly to the technical stage. He waved his hands fiercely and aroused the emotions of all the fans on the scene. They were all thinking about a Chinese word, waiting for Yang Mo.
Asked a question.
Yang Mo stood on the technical stage. He looked around domineeringly like an emperor who had ascended the throne. Then, in the midst of everyone's attention, he put his right hand on his ear as if listening, and then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Friends in Miami,
Are you happy?"
"It's cool!" Everyone, including the technicians in the audience, burst out with their greatest energy and yelled the word with all their lung capacity. The sound waves gathered in the center of the American Airlines Center, one wave after another. It seemed to be overwhelming.
The entire arena exploded.
"Very good, I feel great too!"
Yang Mo nodded slightly and jumped down from the technical stage. The whole audience cheered like a roaring tsunami.
At this time, Yang Mo is the sole ruler of this arena, and no one dares to go against his dominance.
Amid the cheers of the audience, Yang Mo strode up to Stoudemire and looked at him coldly and disdainfully: "Are you Stoudemire?"
Yang Mo's words were cold and domineering, and his arrogance completely overwhelmed Stoudemire. Under the gaze of more than 20,000 fans, he couldn't muster the courage to look Yang Mo in the eye, but his mouth was still so stubborn: "
Yes, I am, I am here to beat you up tonight."
"Oh." Yang Mo nodded, turned around, and said something extremely contemptuous: "An ant has also tried to trip up an elephant with its legs. You will know your fate tonight better than me. Take care of yourself!"
"
With that said, Yang Mo walked to the Heat bench, found a bench and sat down, took a bottle of sports drink and drank it while watching the staff repairing the basket frame that he had smashed.
At this time, Wade came over, sat next to Yang Mo, and said, "I haven't seen you for half a month, and you seem to be stronger."
When Yang Mo heard this, he turned his head to look at Dwyane. He felt that Wade's expression was a bit unnatural, even though he was smiling. An idiom suddenly came to his mind: High achievements shake the master.
There is no doubt that the Heat is Dwyane's team. He behaved so arrogantly, and the fans in the audience treated him like an emperor. He felt jealous even if he didn't want to.
So, Yang Mo chuckled and put his arm around Wade's shoulders: "How can I keep up with you if I'm not stronger?"
Yang Mo made a pun, but Dwyane was very impressed by it: "Well, come on! I will take you to fight for the championship ring."
Wade's simple word "bring" made Yang Mo suddenly stunned. If it was a week ago, he might have accepted it happily. After all, Wade is the big brother. But now, since he has been the absolute core for more than a week, his mentality
It’s completely different. He seems to no longer want to be a general. He wants to be a marshal. He prefers to lead the whole team to win the championship, rather than being a vanguard general to attack cities and assist others to win the crown.
When Yang Mo was stunned, Pat Riley on the other side shouted: "Dwyane."
Upon hearing this, Wade patted Yang Mo on the shoulder and walked over there.
At this time, Yang Mo was thinking about a question: What should I do if Dwyane comes back?
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[Thank you all for your support. You have moved me so much. I didn’t expect that even though I was a deserter, you still made “violence” reach the top ten. I love you, lovely and respectable readers! I will continue to update strongly.
, I would be remiss if I didn’t update half a million words this month.】
