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Chapter Forty-Eight: Raise Your Brows

On the evening of November 3rd, the Nets' home court was empty, with more than 23,000 seats, not a single one was empty, and some people were even crowded in the aisles, making it look like Spring Festival travel. This pair

This is great news for the owner of the Nets. This is the first time since Jason Kidd left the team. Therefore, he sincerely hopes that Yang Mo can come more often. No matter how much the fans hate it.

Yang Mo, he really likes him from the bottom of his heart and welcomes him to come often.

Amid the noisy cheers of the fans, the game officially started. When the visiting team players were introduced to the field, the Heat players accepted overwhelming boos. At this time, Pat Riley, who was sitting next to Yang Mo, quietly reminded Yang

Mo said: "Don't be nervous, this is how it is in away games, just block out the boos."

"It's okay." Yang Mo smiled, shook his head, and said calmly: "The louder they boo, the more afraid they are of us."

Yang Mo was so calm, which surprised Pat Riley. He had never seen a rookie with such tough nerves. Michael Beasley looked a little embarrassed in the home game yesterday.

Soon, the game began, and neither side allowed the protagonist of the war of words to start. The Heat's starting lineup was Magloire, Haslem, Michael Beasley, Dwyane Wade and Mario Money.

Moss.

The New Jersey Nets' starters are Swift, Yi Jianlian, Bobby Simmons, Vince Carter and Devin Harris.

drop!

As the referee blew the whistle to start the game, the basketball was thrown into the sky in a straight line from the center of the court. Magloire and Swift took off at the same time... Bang! The jumping man Swift jumped ahead of Magloire.

Er previously pushed the basketball aside, but Dwyane Wade got ahead of Vince Carter and controlled the basketball.

Then... beep!

Dwyane Wade requested a timeout.

This inexplicable move shocked the whole audience. Everyone didn't know what happened to Dwyane Wade. Was he injured?

In the midst of ignorant speculation, Magloire walked off the court, while Yang Mo took off his jersey jacket and walked towards the court. In an instant, the audience booed like a flood, with many curses mixed in, such as "Yellow skin"

Racially discriminatory remarks such as "Pig, go home" are also common.

After hearing this, Yang Mo was unmoved and felt very calm. He just whispered softly: scold him! scold him! You will be taught a lesson.

This is Pat Riley's design. The reason he doesn't want Yang Mo to start is because he wants Yang Mo to walk onto the court alone, defeat all the contemptuous taunts on his own, and prove to the world that Yang Mo is not a parallel import.

, Pat Riley is not an Alzheimer’s patient either.

After walking onto the court and high-fiving his teammates, Yang Mo came to Swift's side. This was a stepping stone carefully chosen by Pat Riley for him. When the two discussed it on the plane last night, they had already thought of the Nets using Swift.

Swift started the game. This physically fit man is undoubtedly the best player to deal with among the Nets' insiders. Therefore, using him as a sacrificial weapon is undoubtedly the best target.

"Little one, are you following me because you want to be flattered by me?" Swift teased Yang Mo with contempt.

Yang Mo smiled coldly and said, "I want to spank you until you pee."

"Then come!" Swift said disdainfully, he didn't take Yang Mo seriously.

Seeing Yang Mo following Swift, all the so-called experts watching the game were dumbfounded: What are you doing? He is too tall to play power forward, but he dares to play center. He can't wait to be beaten by Swift.

Was Swift abusive?

No one is optimistic that Yang Mo can gain the slightest advantage over Swift. You must know that Swift is famous for his physical fitness, and Yang Mo's physical test data is basically a third-level disability in the NBA. Comparing the two,

Make a decision.

At the same time, all the Chinese fans clenched their fists. They couldn't wait to test whether this compatriot was capable. Among the hundreds of millions of spectators, Monkey and the others were particularly excited. This is their brother.

This is the brother who has played with them for four years. Now he is standing on the highest stage of basketball. How could they not be excited?

drop!

The referee blows the whistle and the game continues.

The moment the referee blew the whistle, Yang Mo suddenly ran towards the basket. Before Swift could understand what was going on, Dwyane Wade, who was serving out of bounds, passed the basketball into the penalty area. At this time, the Nets

There was no one in the penalty area. Yang Mo, who rushed into the paint area, jumped up high, caught the basketball in the air and gave it a hard blow. He swung the basketball and hit it with all his strength... Boom!

The basket made a deafening sound, which was particularly shocking under the pickup of the microphone behind it.

The moment Yang Mo smashed the basketball into the basket with thunderous force, the originally noisy stadium was silent for an instant, and everyone held their breath under the strong shaking of the basket.

Bah!

Yang Mo gently jumped down from the basket, then looked around with an extremely domineering look, and gently extended his index finger to his mouth: Shh!

drop!

Yang Mo's provocative move quickly earned him the first T in his NBA career. What followed was a hurricane of boos and abuses from the audience.

Yang Mo smiled slightly and disagreed. This was what he wanted to achieve. It was so fun to be able to make more than 20,000 spectators bark like dogs with just one small move!

Yang Mo got a T and ran back to the half court with a happy face amidst the boos and curses from the audience.

After this picture was conveyed to China, the whole country was in an uproar. So handsome! So domineering! This is the Chinese man!

The fans felt that Yang Mo was domineering, but the CCTV commentator didn't know how to explain this behavior. He could only suppress the excitement in his heart and said: "Yang Mo's dunk was very good and very relieving. When he dunked,

His defender was even outside the three-point line, which shows that his offensive awareness is very good tomorrow. It's just...his last move was a little bit not calm enough."

Although the commentator said he was not calm enough, he was screaming in his heart: Yes, we should boo those idiots like this to let them know that we Chinese are not easy to bully.

But these words are too disharmonious. As the most harmonious TV station, they can only endure it in their hearts if they still want to keep their jobs.

The commentator had to worry about harmony, but Monkey and the others, as Yang Mo's brothers, yelled arrogantly: Damn it! Brother Mo is awesome! Kill those Americans, damn them!

"It's been more than two months since the draft, and I finally let out my bad breath."

Pat Riley, who was sitting on the sidelines, also had ups and downs. The pressure he has endured in the past two months is no less than that of Yang Mo. Now Yang Mo has proved that his vision is fine with this powerful dunk. And the silent action will even more

The resentment in his heart also came out, and he even wanted to stand up and follow Yang Mo in doing this, or give the middle finger to the fans in the audience.

But...as a gentleman who makes his hair shiny and slippery every day, he cannot do such a dishonorable thing in public.

"Did you see it? This is Young, this is Pat Riley's victory." Michael Jordan, who was watching the live broadcast, shouted angrily to the assistant next to him. He regretted it. He regretted why he didn't trade with the Bucks in advance, so...

Yang Mo is his player.

"But... this is just a sneak attack?" the assistant said weakly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a picture came from the TV...Yang Mo jumped up high and fiercely slapped the basketball thrown by Swift out of the court, and then roared loudly.

"How... is this possible?" The assistant couldn't believe his eyes at all.

At this time, the TV was already replaying the scene. After Swift returned to half court, he immediately blocked Yang Mo for the ball. As a veteran who has been in the NBA for many years, he could not watch himself being humiliated by a rookie.

There was no response. Devin Harris, who was in possession of the ball, saw him asking for the ball and passed the ball in.

As soon as Swift received the ball, he wanted to squeeze away Yang Mo and use his height and jumping advantage to dunk, but... he underestimated Yang Mo's strength. The moment he caught the ball, Yang Mo, who had not exerted any force, instantly

All the power was released, and Swift also squeezed Yang Mo with force... The two forces collided! Poof!

At that moment, Swift was squeezed out a step away in embarrassment. Before he could gain a firm footing, Yang Mo pressed forward again, squeezing him with force. Swift stepped back step by step, leaving no room for him to jump.

Not to mention dunking. And the distance from the basket is getting farther and farther, and he is about to squeeze out of the paint area.

If he passed the basketball to his teammates at this time, Swift would never raise his head again in his life. He wanted the ball and wanted to beat Yang Mo alone, but he didn't expect to be squeezed by others and there was no room for him to jump. This is tantamount to showing off.

Got fucked instead.

At the moment when he was about to be squeezed out of the paint area, he gritted his teeth and made a turn-over jump shot... Unfortunately, due to insufficient space to jump, he did not jump up at all. And at the moment when he barely jumped up to shoot, Yang Moru

He jumped up like a hungry wolf pouncing on his food... Bang! With a fierce slap from his long arm, the basketball was whipped wildly to the sixth row of the auditorium, and hit a fat fan hard on the face, causing blood to flow instantly.

After landing, Yang Mo looked up to the sky and roared, and then roared in Chinese: "Nets fans, I'll fuck you! If you keep screaming! If you boo again! Just die!"

Yang Mo's voice was very loud. Although the audience did not understand it, when it was transmitted to the domestic TV through the radio, the commentator was petrified. They had no idea how to explain it. This... was so disharmonious!

The fans in front of the TV were applauding and shouting wildly. It was so frustrating! This is how I wanted to scold those stupid idiots!



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