basketball never sleeps

Chapter 263: Cold White Fang

You can clearly see the starry sky outside through the windows of the training hall.

The trainer has finished his overtime work tonight, and there is only one person left in the entire gym. Wade has also finished his extra training tonight.

Since Riley took over as coach again, the nights in Miami have become especially long.

When Van Gundy was there, he was just the leader of the Heat, but now that Van Gundy is gone, the success or failure of the Heat depends on him alone.

He also missed the celebration parties that took place one after another in the past two years and the gentle and soft sisters in the clubs.

But when victory, defeat, honor and disgrace were all on his shoulders, the pressure was so great that his second brother couldn't even raise his head.

Sometimes he feels confused and has doubts. Can he really do it all by himself?
But think about O'Neal and Peja's repeated injuries, think about Cassell's endless complaints, think about the tired look in Mourning's eyes after he was exhausted, who can he rely on?
Throwing the golf bag on the passenger seat, Wade did not rush to drive home, but instead parked the car at a quiet beach outside his community.

Putting down the seat, turning on the radio and lighting a cigarette is the most enjoyable moment of his day.

Screw his team, screw his family.

"It's hard to imagine how he did it. 38 points in the first half, and it looked effortless! My performance tonight was like the one on the court... Although he doesn't believe in Christianity, I am still willing to put the crown of the God of the court on his head."

When he heard it was a basketball channel, Wade subconsciously wanted to change the channel, but he had to admit that he was attracted by the words of this damn host.

Which teams are playing tonight?
Kobe or Arenas exploded again?

Mo Wen's figure flashed through Wade's mind, but he immediately passed it over.

Mo Wen's statistics have declined a lot recently. Many media are saying that Mo Wen's physical strength can no longer support it and his condition has begun to decline. Wade has no other opinion on this statement except to sneer.

As one of the people who is most familiar with Mo Wen, Wade could tell at a glance that Mo Wen was trying to exploit the potential of his teammates (slacking off).

Impossible, can't.

Oh, I see, it must be a high school or college game!
The radio host didn't give Wade much time to let his imagination run wild.

"Ray's injury gave Mo a reason to explode. I discovered this characteristic when Mo was in Miami. Whenever Dwyane or Shaq were injured, his performance and data would always be much higher than usual."

Wait, no, it’s really Mo Wen?
Wade's hand trembled, and the cigar in his hand fell directly. In a daze, he picked up the cigar and put it in his mouth——

Yahoo!

Wade shuddered and let out a classic cry of pain, like Tom Cat with its tail tucked between its legs.

Damn, I got it the wrong way!
But at this moment, his attention was quickly diverted from the pain in his mouth. He took out his mobile phone and started checking the text broadcast.

38 points, it was really 38 points in the first half. Is Mo Wen going to lead the team to a comeback by himself?
In the commentary room of the Central Bank, Zhang Weiping and Xu Jicheng also sounded as if the Chinese New Year was approaching - well, it was indeed approaching, and their voices were filled with uncontrollable excitement and high-pitched voices.

"We were only two points away from 2 at halftime, and judging from Mo Wen's condition, he still has some energy left. Friends in front of the TV are in luck today. We may very well witness history. Scoring 40 points may be a little far-fetched, but if we keep it up, I think it should be no problem to break David Robinson's record." Mo Weiping couldn't help but start borrowing money.

Without the 81-point Dragon Slaying Night, the most recent high single-game score in the league can be traced back to the 71 points that David Robinson scored to snatch the scoring title from O'Neal.

"Although I really want to advise Teacher Zhang to calm down, the current situation on the court is that unless the Nuggets surrender in the second half, it is hard for me to think of any way to stop Mo Wen from setting a record." Xu Jicheng seemed to see Mo Wen wielding a butcher knife to cut up a cow in the finals half a year ago.

Suddenly he remembered that last season when Yao Ming was still with the Rockets, he scored 8 points in the first 13 minutes of a game.

Everyone thought Yao Ming would break his own scoring record, but Xiao Fan limited Yao Ming's playing time for protection reasons. By the end of the game, Yao Ming only scored 28 points.

Everyone was very angry at that time, but afterwards, thinking back, those coaches in China who didn't allow dunks could understand Xiao Fan's idea. It's just that this kind of consideration is very basketball, but not NBA at all.

It is important for players to be active on the court for a long time and in good health, but for an aspiring star, it is equally important to seize opportunities to shine.

There is no room for old workhorses in everyone’s memory. Shining may only be a moment, but it can make you exist in everyone’s mind for a long time.

Fortunately, the Supersonics completely belong to Mo Wen's team, and Xu Jicheng is not worried at all that Yao Ming's "frustrated" situation will happen again.

Mo Wen was not pretentious and directly told Old Hill and his teammates that he would continue with the high-intensity attack in the second half.

Posey was almost destroyed by him, and there was no one in the Nuggets lineup who could cause him trouble.

His coach is Hill, not Kerr. The only person he has to guard against is George Karl on the opposite side. This old guy and Popovich are brothers in the same school. In history, he has also done the terrible thing of arranging for Popovich to step on Curry... The most outrageous thing is that Popovich never dared to publicly admit that he arranged the stepping on Curry until his death, but George Karl did not hesitate to curse Popovich as a traitor afterwards.

The game restarted, and the Sonics' current lineup is Mo Wen, Gay, Damien, Milicic, and Tyson.

Old Hill originally wanted to arrange a full-space lineup for Mo Wen, but after Mo Wen communicated with him, he changed to a large lineup.

The full space makes it easier for him to break through. Similarly, when he sees his teammates in wide open space, he can't help but pass the ball.

The Mamba style of play does not require his teammates to have too many offensive points, but it does require his teammates to be strong enough to help him grab rebounds.

Perhaps because of Mo Wen's scoring pressure, the Nuggets' duo played very attentively after returning.

Iverson held the ball at the side, and the two most flexible players, Mo Wen and Gay, blocked his way on the left and right. On the other side, Melo successfully cut into the inside with the help of the cover of "poor version of Rodman" Reggie Evans.

Iverson made a ground pass and Melo made a light shot near the basket, which was a beautiful combination.

George Karl nodded with satisfaction on the sidelines. No matter how many times he watched it, the cooperation between the two scoring champions was always so pleasing to the eye.

Mo Wen didn't stop and quickly pushed the ball across half court. The players of the Supersonics were rushing forward very fiercely. The Nuggets didn't dare to double-team Mo Wen. After taking a look at the tenacious Posey, Mo Wen suddenly quickened his pace, broke into the three-point line, then braked quickly with two steps, and bowed to the basket with his big hands holding the ball. Finally, his right foot that was about to break through suddenly withdrew and jumped to outside the three-point line for a three-pointer.

Percy didn't know how many times his center of gravity changed in just one and a half breaths. His limbs were like the swan, prawn and barracuda in Aesop's fables, pulling the carriage in different directions. In the end, the carriage... that is, his body did not move at all, and he could only watch the basketball rise in the east and set in the west like the sun.

41 points!
Turning around, Gay was a little far away when defending Iverson. Iverson was not polite at all. He pretended to take a step forward, and then suddenly jumped up.

He had a good touch today and actually scored a goal.

Iverson's personal score also reached 21 points, plus Melon's 23 points, the two of them were still 2 points ahead of Mo Wen in total score.

Mo Wen continued to accelerate and counterattack, but because Iverson shot too quickly, the Nuggets returned to defense in time this round.

George Karl gave Mo Wen 22 points in the second half. Considering Mo Wen's hot hand in the first half, there was no reason to let Mo Wen play against Posey alone.

The Sonics' position was also relatively inside. Except for the two players at the top of the arc and Damien and Gay in the two corners, everyone else on the court was in the inside.

Karl shouted at Posey on the sidelines to pay attention to three-pointers, and Posey understood, waving his big hands as if he was always ready to defend against Mo Wen's three-pointers.

Mo Wen took a quick look and saw that the three-point space left for him by the Nuggets was not small and seemed to have great potential, but Camby and Reggie Evans were both standing relatively far away.

Reggie Evans's pace is a little slower, but he has Anthony on his side who can come over at any time.

To be honest, this low-level trap was as clear to Mo Wen as a pair of wet ultra-thin lace underwear.

Mo Wen asked Milicic to stand in the elbow area, and he himself leaned his shoulders left and right and crossed his steps to pass Posey directly.

He went to Camby's side, but stayed outside the three-point line for just one second longer, and Camby jumped out.

Mo Wen passed the ball to Milicic with a low hand, and Camby had to stop and turn around to look back at Milicic.

Reggie Evans, who is 203cm tall, is a head shorter than Milicic. His jumping ability is also average. His good rebounding ability is more due to his good positioning awareness. He cannot defend against a high-altitude turret like Milicic.

In addition to positioning, Reggie Evans also has good defensive skills. Seeing Milicic holding the ball and looking at Tyson who was almost left open, he quickly turned around and made the move.

The Nuggets' defense seems to have been rebuilt, but is there someone being overlooked?

Before Camby could come to his senses, Mo Wen had already run quietly to the basket.

Milicic on the ground threw the ball with his small hand, and Mo Wen in the air caught it with his big hand.

bang——

43 points. "Watch out for Mo Wen, what are you doing?" George Karl, whose chrysanthemum was clenched, shouted angrily on the sidelines. He knew that Mo Wen's assist ability was unique in the league, but who would have thought that his one pass could tear the Nuggets' defense apart.

Scored another 2 points. Mo Wen's opening 5 points made Carl's eyelids twitch.

Fortunately, in the next round, Melo stood up again, passed Damien with his footwork, fought all the way to the bottom line, and fouled Tyson Chandler.

But before Carl's smile stayed on his face for long, he was slapped in the face by Mo Wen's impromptu long-range three-pointer.

Originally, in the next two rounds, Mo Wen and Milicic, who received the pass from Mo Wen, missed two consecutive shots, which made the duo and Karl feel that the Nuggets' rhythm was about to come. Mo Wen made 1 free throws and directly pushed his personal score to 2 points before the third quarter was halfway through.

Carl, feeling a little bit aggravated, called a timeout when the team was not showing any signs of slowing down.

Is it true that the 60-point limit cannot be spent?
Anthony looked up at the big screen above. The bright 50 points and Mo Wen's portrait brought back many painful memories.

Back on the bench, many Nuggets players chose to turn their attention to Posey.

You bought a lot of stuff this time, didn’t you?
With their limited knowledge, they really couldn't understand how a defensive stalwart could allow his opponent to score 50 points in such a short time.

It's not like they haven't seen how Posey was beaten by Kobe and McGrady, but even when Posey was beaten, those superstars only scored 30 or 40 points.

The big screen above his head gave Mo Wen detailed data for today in a timely manner.

He played for 29 minutes, made 26 of 19 shots, 8 of 6 three-pointers, and 6 of 6 free throws, with a shooting percentage of 73% and a three-point shooting percentage of 75%.

A defensive stalwart can achieve these results... I'll eat him!
Looking at the data produced by Mo Wen, even though Percy had a thick skin, he was almost flushed with anger. However, feeling the strong doubt in his teammates' eyes, he felt chilled all over.

Under the interaction of cold and hot, Percy felt like he was about to explode.

Bullied on the court and questioned off the court.

There is no need to say much about Mo Wen's strength. The referee is also on his side and does not allow him to do any dangerous moves. So what else can he do?
Damn, you can defend whoever you love!
Before George Karl could finish his speech, Posey exploded first.

He pulled his teammate's towel over his head, found a seat at the edge of the bench, and sat down.

George Karl moved his lips but still ignored him. He was not blind. He saw whether Posey played hard on defense today, but Mo Wen was too accurate, making Posey's situation very embarrassing.

Home court + superb performance of home superstars will be protected by the referee. What's more, the Nuggets were on the blacklist because of the fight some time ago, so there is a reason why Posey has difficulty defending.

Seeing that Posey had a problem with his mentality, Karl signaled his assistant coach to go over and comfort him, then turned his gaze to Anthony.

Guawa, you don’t want to see Mo Wen score high points on you, right?
I believe that super scorers know super scorers best, so...

Carl patted Melon on the shoulder, and immediately Melon's suspicion of Percy disappeared.

"We still have Najera." Melo quickly pushed Posey's substitute up.

"Najra will assist you. He and Reggie both find it difficult to keep up with Mo's speed. You are the only one left on our team, Posey." George Karl sighed helplessly.

A good cook cannot cook without rice. The Nuggets are not a big city team, so resources can only be used where they are needed most.

Melon had no choice but to agree.

But there is no substantial difference between Melo and Najera's defense and Posey's.

...There may still be a little gap. Posey's ability to go around screens is obviously better than Melo's.

George Karl could only watch helplessly as the scoring quota he had set for Mo Wen continued to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like a fresh salary meeting a person who lives paycheck to paycheck and owes a lot of debts. The money that was enough for a person to live on for three months melted like ice and snow in one day.

Obviously every goal had its reasons, but seeing Mo Wen score over 60 points and hearing the cheers from the fans, I still felt that this world was so fucking ridiculous.

The third quarter hadn't ended yet and the Supersonics were only leading by 2 points, but the Nuggets players felt nervous.

60 points is actually nothing. Not to mention those distant ones, since the new century, Iverson has won it twice, Kobe has won it twice, McGrady and Arenas have also won it.

But the only player who scored less than 60 points in three quarters was Kobe Bryant, who had done that before against the Mavericks.

The Mavericks surrendered early in that game, so Kobe was very righteous and did not play in the fourth quarter.

But today’s game…

surrender?

Iverson and Anthony looked at each other and surrendered after falling behind by 2 points. How will they survive in the future if this gets out?
Then we can only fight!

They just couldn't believe that the two of them, the scoring champions, were not as good as Mo Wen.

Mathematically speaking, even if the king of heaven comes, 2>1.

But they forget that there is only one ball on the field.

Even if two people with a hit rate of 45% can help each other increase their hit rate by 10%, they cannot compete with a person with a hit rate of 60%.

At the end of the third quarter, Mo Wen's score had surpassed Kobe, reaching 63 points.

It’s the end of the year, and the day after tomorrow is the Little New Year. As cold as the north wind are the students’ freshly released final grades.

The past two years have been the final peak of the promotion of true quality-oriented (happy) education in China. Many advanced schools have learned from American elementary and middle schools to dismiss students on time, have very little homework, no evening self-study, and even no monthly or midterm exams. However, the final exams are still retained as a bottom line.

However, judging from the test scores, this class of students seems to be able to keep up with the international standards.

"Be quiet! You all think you did very well in the exam, right?"

"One third of the students failed such a simple test? You are the worst class I have ever taught! I teach my students like a dog every day!"

"Don't you little boys and girls like watching Mo Wen's basketball games? Well, don't blame me for being cruel. Those who scored higher than Mo Wen's today will have to do their summer homework. Those who have one point less will have to copy the papers for me and I will mark them one by one. How about that?"

A stern look flashed across the bespectacled teacher's eyes, and it was obvious that he was not discussing with the students.

"Um... Teacher, only the score is counted, right?" a student asked weakly.

The students breathed a sigh of relief when they received a positive answer.

As the most popular star in the country, almost every game of Mo Wen becomes the topic of conversation among everyone after dinner. Mo Wen only got 40 or 50 points at most. It seems that the teacher still cares about quality and just wants to punish those most naughty and playful students.

"So how many points did Mo Wen get today?" asked a little girl next to her, holding a pencil case with Mo Wen's portrait printed on it.

"Not much, just 63 points." The teacher pushed his glasses and smiled.

hiss--

The temperature in the classroom dropped another two degrees.

Some people were excited about Mo Wen's high score, but there were also many serious students who were worried about their own grades.

"Class representative, please hand out the papers." Looking at the students with different expressions, the teacher was still suppressing his smile.

"Mo Wen, who usually only gets 30 or 40 points, knows how to get a high score during the Chinese New Year. Look at you guys!"

"Those who scored 60 or 70 points in the exam, don't think you're fine. Let me tell you, Mo Wen's game today only reached the third quarter!"

Under the astonished gaze of the students, the teacher showed a mouthful of cold white teeth.

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　I wanted to post a long chapter, but I didn't finish it, so I split it up and posted it in the evening.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)