NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 111 The Quiet Madison Square Garden

Madison Square Garden is a special place.

New York is the financial and entertainment center of Aramco. It naturally attracts endless attention. Most of the fans in New York have money and passion. It is difficult to see such crazy fans in other places. Jordan 55 points, Miller moment. There are too many legendary stories here, and people are keen to see these stories. Now this opportunity to show off is in Li Zheng's hands.

ESPN reporters struggled to walk through the crowded crowd, and those wearing orange costumes were naturally Knicks fans. They held up bottles or signs, shouted Falk Lee's slogans, and marched towards the home arena. The performance is struggling, but the Knicks fans who love basketball and the home team don't care about it.

They just want to equalize every guy who is against the Knicks, whether it is Jordan, Kobe, James or Lee Jung, Lee Jung dribbles silently, he feels very good today, today will be a great game .

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know that everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time. The game is about to start, and the boos in the stadium have never stopped. It is rare for New York to find a consistent enemy." Barkley sighed.

"They finally found someone to boo with." Kenny Smith said with a smile sitting on the right.

"There is no such fat man as Matt today. I am the only one who can legally eat donuts in this studio. Hahaha, Sir Charles is the best in the world!" Barkley said funny, adding some fun to the time before the start of the game, but everyone The eyes of most fans are still on Li Zheng on the court.

Fancy dribble, fadeaway jumper, violent basket
Li Zheng quickly mixed the boos of the home fans with some exclamations. James Dolan looked at Li Zheng in the box, his eyes were full of disdain, "Let them be more aggressive today, don't be afraid of fines and other bullshit things .”

General manager Isaiah Thomas nodded, "I told you, he won't score so easily."

James Dolan picked up a glass of champagne, "Can't we really get him over here? Well, David Stern just likes to balance this shit, how much money can we make bringing this kid to New York ?! Stupid!"

Isaiah Thomas didn't say a word. Although most of the outstanding perimeter players would be Jordan's successors, Li Zheng's style is far from Jordan's. At least Jordan can't shoot so many three-pointers, and Jordan doesn't have that strong organizational ability. What's more, Jordan is not as stylish as Li Zheng. Smiling Assassin feels that his evaluation is very objective, and it is definitely not because of his grievances with Jordan that he praises Li Zheng.

"He thinks he's smart, but I've already made a lot of money." James Dolan drank the champagne, looked at the field excitedly, and waited for the start of the game.

James Dolan is a qualified businessman. He hypes up Li Zheng in order to reap a fortune. Now that he has done it, if he can prevent Li Zheng and get a decent victory, then he will win.

The game officially begins.

Randolph jumps the ball, and Eddie Curry has almost no desire to take off. Watching Randolph pass the ball to Li Zheng, Li Zheng catches the ball and advances to the frontcourt. Marbury comes over. Taking out the ball, Li Zheng's figure disappeared in front of his eyes.

Just as Marbury was about to chase, he ran into a thick black wall in an instant. Randolph's pick-and-roll blocked Marbury firmly. This hot supernova, but Li Zheng was already flying high when he was about to take off.

Eddie Curry crossed his hands to protect his head from the invasion of Li Zheng's crotch. The height of Li Zheng's jump was too terrifying. Most of his head surpassed the basket, almost over this 2-meter big man. Li Zheng The right hand smashed the ball into the basket, and the inertia of the body brought Eddie Curry's thick body down. Li Zheng grabbed the frame with one hand and did a one-handed pull-up.

"Beep!" The referee's whistle sounded, Eddie Curry blocked the foul, and Li Zheng wanted to add a free throw.

At this moment, Madison Square Garden kept a rare silence. Li Zheng gently put his hand next to his ear, grasping the frame with one hand, like a world-famous painting that has been conceived for a long time.

The referee walked over, and Li Zheng let go of the ground. The referee hesitated for a long time and did not call Li Zheng's technical foul. David Stern already knew that Li Zheng was a "good boy" who loved to cause trouble, so he asked that he should not be embarrassed. It is the greatest convenience for Li Zheng. If other players were so provocative, they might have already received a ruthless T from the referee.

"Fack Bryan Lee! Fack Bryan Lee!"

New York fans released their most sincere love for Li Zheng. Although it was read as Fake, it was actually the pain and mourning that could not be asked for.

Li Zheng deliberately walked around the field to listen to the voices of New York fans, but unlike Li Zheng's easy and freehand brushwork, New York Knicks player David Lee was full of embarrassment on the field, and it was difficult for him to enjoy the fun of the game when he was scolded by the fans. .

"Li, hurry up and make free throws." The referee urged Li Zheng, who was flamboyant. Li Zheng bowed gracefully to the Knicks fans, and walked to the free throw line, like a polite gentleman, but his style of play was extremely cold. .

Penalty hit.

New York Knicks fans screamed loudly and waved the inflatable sticks in their hands, hoping to interfere with Li Zheng's free throws. Some women in the front row even lifted their clothes directly. Unfortunately, this is a monster with a free throw percentage close to 90.00%. The death-level shooter who only missed two free throws, they could only watch in despair as Li Zheng hit the free throw, and then ran back to their own half with a mocking smile on their lips.

"Good shot." Roy and Li Zheng said high-fiving.

"Today they are finished. You know that." Li Zheng said confidently.

"They're so unlucky." Roy said with a smile. He knew that Li Zheng could always burst out with greater strength when he was ridiculed and hit. fighter.

Roy is looking forward to Li Zheng's performance today. He hasn't seen Li Zheng with sharp eyes like knives for a long time. In his freshman year, he was a cynical kid. A tiresome tyrant, he was an undisputed king in his senior year.

The current Li Zheng is like the Son of God descended into the mortal world.

The Knicks fans lost their voice again as if they were being choked. Li Zheng stole Stephon Marbury, and then calmly shot a three-pointer after all the Knicks retreated. Then he turned around and yelled at himself Parker Liby gestured for a three-pointer, and then the three-pointer fell into the net accurately.

Li Zheng put his hand next to his ear again, listening to the caring voice sent to him by New York fans, "Turn up the volume."

The Knicks called a timeout, and Isaiah Thomas yelled loudly to cheer up the players, give Lee the strength, and don't let him score easily, but their lax attitude and dodging eyes made Isaiah Thomas feel cold. There was an ominous premonition, a very, very ominous premonition.

(End of this chapter)