"No-look pass!" the on-site commentator exclaimed in surprise, "This Chinese actually passed a no-look pass."
Another commentator watched the replay of the ball on the big screen and exclaimed in surprise: "He looked to the left, but the ball passed inside, completely deceiving the defense. The ball was passed beautifully!"
Wen Hao listened to the commentators with a slightly dazed expression. He didn't mean to pass the ball like that just now. It seemed that after getting the ball, his body moved on its own, completely uncontrolled by his brain.
"What's going on?" Wen Hao was greatly confused. But it was in the middle of the game at this time, and he had no time to think about it. Amidst the reminder on the 11th, he followed the Rockets back to halftime.
The disdainful smile on the corner of Black, the Pistons substitute, disappeared and was replaced by a slight anger. How could he not be angry when being teased in such a way by a player he looked down on at all, and a Chinaman at that.
In the next attack, he still got the ball. Facing Wen Hao, he curled his lips and said: "Chinaman, you made me angry. Today I am going to set a new personal scoring record on your head and make you shout
Mom goes home."
Wen Hao still didn't speak, but looked at Blake coldly.
Feeling annoyed by Wen Hao's cold gaze, Blake launched an attack. He first changed direction from left to right, and then took advantage of Wen Hao's momentary loss of position and used his body advantage to forcefully squeeze past Wen Hao.
Another layup was successful. This was the nth time tonight that he had done this. Looking back, looking at Wen Hao who was covering his shoulder with his right hand, he chuckled and said, "Chinaman, does your shoulder hurt?"
Wen Hao grabbed his shoulder with his left hand and clasped it tightly.
At this time, No. 11 came over and said, "It's okay, I'll help you fix it next time."
Wen Hao glanced at No. 11 gratefully and said nothing. He didn't like to talk. No. 11 looked at Wen Hao's back and said secretly: Wen Hao, whether you can stay tomorrow depends on your performance tonight.
.
After Wen Hao came to the frontcourt, he did not stand still and wait for the ball. Instead, he kept running and interspersing to find openings. For a player with only a ten-day short contract, it is already a great gift to be able to play. If he were not No. 11,
It's impossible for him to stand on the court. If he doesn't work hard, he will be so sorry for No. 11.
Sure enough, when he ran out of the open space, the pass from his teammates finally came. After the two times just now, his teammates also had a little trust in him. After he got the ball, he wanted to shoot, but at this time, his brain
The current in his body flashed through him again, and his body seemed to be out of control again. This made him hesitate.
Just after such a hesitation, Pistons backup shooting guard Blake had already rushed over, spread his legs and opened his arms to block in front of him: "Chinaman, if you have the guts, pass another one and see if I can't be fooled by you?" His
The words were full of provocation.
The players on the Pistons bench shook their heads: "Does this Chinese guy still want to play Black again?"
"Don't be kidding. That time just now was just a coincidence. Even to death, I don't believe he can pass the ball like that again."
"The same coincidence cannot always happen to the same person."
Blake seemed to have heard what his teammates said. His smile appeared again and he raised his fingers: "Chinaman, come on. If you have the guts, come here and pass another one..."
Just as he said this, his voice suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand had strangled his neck. His disdainful smile also froze on his face, like a frozen corpse.
While he was speaking, the ball in Wen Hao's hand suddenly hit his crotch hard. Before he could react, it had passed through his crotch, bounced high, and came right over No. 11's head.
No. 11 was well prepared this time, took the ball and hit it into the basket for the third time.
The players on the Pistons bench suddenly shut up and looked at Rockets No. 5 on the court in disbelief. This kid...
The fans at the scene also looked at Rockets No. 5 in surprise. This pass was even more exciting than the one just now.
"Good shot!" In the Rockets dugout, all the players stood up excitedly at this moment. Sparks and Bearded Man waved the white towels in their hands at the same time. Jeremy Lin also clapped his hands and stood up. This pass really has its own characteristics.
style.
"Huh." No. 11 fell to the ground and exhaled. This was the most enjoyable game he had played since returning to the Rockets. After returning to the Rockets, he could only be on the bench and rarely had so many dunks.
opportunity. And today, with Wen Hao's three consecutive assists and three consecutive dunks, his confidence increased a lot. Thinking of this, No. 11 came to Wen Hao and said: "That's right, that's it.
Damn, I'm looking forward to seeing you again at the training hall tomorrow."
Wen Hao understood what No. 11 meant and nodded heavily: "I will definitely do it." Today's contract expires, and he is very likely to leave tomorrow. But if he performs well tonight, he might let the Rockets sign a contract with him.
That's what "see you again" means.
After talking to No. 11, he turned his head and glanced at Blake lightly, as if to say, "You asked me to pass it on." Blake was immediately angered by Wen Hao's gaze, and his face turned livid.
The popular character was fooled.
Looking at the backs of Wen Hao and No. 11, and looking at the smiles of his teammates on the sidelines, he seemed to be laughing at himself for being teased twice in a row. Blake clenched his fists tightly and shouted angrily in his heart: "Chinaman, I will let you
You know how powerful I am."
The Pistons attacked, but Black still got the ball. This time, because he was angry, he didn't say a word and pushed directly towards Wen Hao. He wanted to make Wen Hao cover his shoulders and tremble again.
But just as he squeezed through, he felt a light in front of him. He couldn't stop his feet and rushed forward. It turned out that Wen Hao just got out of the way when he was about to break through.
However, this was not over yet. When he rushed forward, a huge figure was already standing there. The next moment——
"Bang." There was a muffled sound of muscle impact, and Blake took two steps back. He bumped into No. 11's body, his chest hurt as if he had been hit by a hammer, and he could hardly breathe.
The 1.9-meter shooting guard collided head-on with the 2.26-meter center, and the sports car hit the city wall. It's no wonder he didn't feel pain.
At this time, Wen Hao took the opportunity to pick up the ball and ran toward the Pistons' half court. Seeing Wen Hao control the ball, the Rockets' everyone was in high spirits and followed Wen Hao toward the front court like a gust of wind.
The Pistons' point guard retreated the fastest. He stood under the basket very early and waited for Wen Hao's fast break. However, to his surprise, after Wen Hao entered the three-point line, he did not speed up, but slowed down.
.After the other two teammates are parallel to you, send your right hand to the right.
The Pistons point guard was busy trying to block Wen Hao's right side, but at this moment, Wen Hao withdrew his right hand and sent it toward his teammate on the left.
The Pistons point guard has been playing point guard since his debut. He is extremely experienced. He had already guarded against Wen Hao's move. He saved some strength when he first used his force. At this time, he immediately turned around and guarded against Wen Hao's move.
Xiang Wenhao's left.
"No, I'm going to be intercepted!" No. 11, who had just reached the midline, shouted in his heart.
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