NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 130 Covering Yao Ming
"It's too exaggerated." Prince shook his head and sighed. He could feel that Li Zheng's goal just now was by no means a hidden physical strength. That kind of exhaustion can't be faked, and Hollywood guys can't perform that kind of charm. It is impossible to explain why Li Zheng can still jump so high, and why he is still so energetic now may only be explained by returning to the light.

Li Zheng licked his somewhat dry lips, perhaps this is due to the adrenaline, the feeling of fatigue, pain, and soreness all turned into excitement and vitality, but Li Zheng himself knew that he would not last long, and might even collapse In the process of defending the ball, but at least he is now touching the perfect edge.

This is a great discovery. This state called zone fully proves the existence of the perfect state pursued by Li Zheng. Li Zheng was stunned by those terrifying attributes. Zheng is infinite. Li Zheng has only seen this symbol in math textbooks. What else is it like to be able to make a shot if you want to make a shot? Such an idealistic setting, even a basketball game would not dare to set it like this.

"Don't be discouraged, there are always people who are monsters." Billups comforted his teammates while dribbling the ball. Roy, who was defending him, smiled and nodded in approval. Li Zheng's three-pointer just now was really incredible.

"You have no chance." Roy glanced at the Rockets players' running positions while talking trash. Since Li Zheng can burn the last madness, Yao Ming is likely to be able to do the same. He heard that Chinese people are very good at this kind of idealism It's just that Billups' inscrutable expression made Roy a little puzzled.

It's not Roy's fault. Billups himself hasn't decided who to give the fate-determining ball to. Yao Ming is theoretically exhausted, but even Roy doubts that Yao Ming will explode again. Lupus really had a hard time choosing.

Billups has been dribbling the ball to press the time. Knowing that there are only 16 seconds left in the game, he officially bends down and prepares for the final charge.

Yao Ming firmly reached out for the ball, and Billups finally showed firm eyes. He handed the ball to Yao Ming in the most familiar way. After Yao Ming got the ball, he held it high and observed the Blazers' defense. It's wide open, but they are obviously ready to double-team inside at any time. Li Zheng's goal just now not only hit the Rockets hard, but also reminded the Blazers.

The Blazers would not foolishly let Pulzbilah guard Yao Ming alone, even if Yao Ming is almost exhausted, but as long as Yao Ming gets the ball, the Blazers will choose to double-team to show respect. True respect has paid a very painful price, and the Blazers will never repeat the same mistakes.

"Can you guard against me?" Yao Ming's high kicks made Pulzbila break out in cold sweat. He was too familiar with this set. Before that, Yao Ming used his high kicks again and again to cut him more than [-] times. After scoring three or four fouls, Pulzbila really couldn't restrain Yao Ming.

Yao Ming leaned against Przybilla with his back, and after the dribble confrontation, Przbilla was overjoyed. Yao Ming really lost his strength, and Przbilla could clearly feel that the originally heavy impact became weak. He even took the initiative to push Yao Ming back half a step. He became more happy and defended more actively.

Yao Ming's eyes showed fatigue. If he is physically strong, he only needs to speed up and half-turn to easily fly him and then dunk, or take a half-step back and easily jump for a jumper, or use his left arm to support him and then hook his right hand to score. It's a pity that his physical strength has bottomed out, and even simply resisting to squeeze out the space has exhausted all his strength.

"If you don't show the mentality of the world's number one center, the Hua Guo team will have no chance."

"You are not cruel enough to suppress them."

"Let's go to the quarterfinals. I think this is already the limit of the Hua Guo team."

"Medal? Don't be ridiculous, it's impossible."

Clear and audible words appeared in Yao Ming's ears. Maybe this is the auditory hallucination after emptying his mind. There are not only Li Zheng's sharp comments on Yao Ming, but also the merciless sarcasm from the new minister, and even the rumors he heard. Gossip, Yao Ming yelled and jumped with all his strength. Pulzbila was overjoyed, and was about to jump high, to give a big hat to the oriental giant whose stamina bar was empty, but Pulzbila's smile froze immediately. on the face.

There was a huge force coming from Yao Ming's body, and Pulzbila's arm rested on Yao Ming's arm. The referee still didn't blow the whistle. Fanned out.

Li Zheng slapped the ball firmly with his hand. Yao Ming seemed to have let go of his last strength. The ball finally slipped from his hand. Panting heavily, he sat heavily on the ground.

"OMG!!! What a crazy block! Lee did it again! He blocked the Blazers again! Lee blocked Yao Ming! Now" Barkley roared.

Li Zheng was also out of breath, and his originally radiant face instantly turned into a bitter face. With a distorted expression, he handed the ball in his arms to Roy. With 11 seconds left in the game, Roy rushed to the frontcourt, and the Rockets retreated. Defense is equally swift and violent.

Yao Ming and Li Zheng sat on the ground together harmoniously, without any intention of getting up. The Trail Blazers and the Rockets did not wait for the two to return to the team, and carried out the final four-on-four harmoniously.

Li Zhengzhen felt that he was on the verge of fainting. Pain, soreness, and heat filled every part of his body. The last block exhausted his last efforts. As he was devouring, he finally understood how heavy this perfection was, and his distance from perfection was as huge as the gap between 99 and +∞.

"It's still... you can't do it first." Li Zheng showed a painful expression, his calf muscles had already twitched to the front of his legs, and the most frightening thing was that he still didn't have the strength to pull his legs back.

"You stole one at a bargain. I didn't cover you up." Yao Ming said unwillingly. Sitting on the ground, he felt the muscles all over his body trembling and twitching, and his eyelids became gradually heavy. Just like the team doctor said, he had already Severely dehydrated, being able to stand on the field is already a matter of will.

"We're sure to win." Li Zheng spread his legs apart. Although it was very indecent, he still wanted to use the floor to push his cramped calf back.

"You are bound to lose." Yao Ming said firmly, without any hesitation in his tone.

The two smiled knowingly, turned their eyes to the front court, and waited quietly for the result of the game. The two of them had tried their best and the only thing they could do was to trust their teammates.

Roy dribbled the ball calmly and stared at Billups. Now that the captains had decided the outcome, the time now belonged to their two first mates.

Billups seemed to see the fighting spirit in Roy's eyes, bent slightly and stretched his arms in a defensive posture, and gladly accepted Roy's challenge invitation.

(End of this chapter)