NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 163 The Expected Game

Home of the Portland Rose Garden.

The Trail Blazers are warming up. The expressions on the faces of these burly guys are almost exactly the same. The expressions of bitterness and hatred make people suspect that what they throw is not a basketball at all, but a shell, especially those pistachios who love to talk and laugh. They, such as Randolph, such as Jack, such as Outlaw, these cheerful guys lost their smiles on their faces.

All because of the opponents of the night, the Boston Celtics.

Li Zheng was absent at the beginning of the season, and the Trail Blazers' fiasco in Boston was still fresh in their memory. Li Zheng shot the ball silently with his earphones on, but anyone who knows him well knows that this guy with an expressionless face has already entered the state ahead of time.

"It's like fighting a war." Fernandez said out of breath. The Blazers team has entered a state of preparation. The most frightening thing is that this atmosphere is not because of the seriousness of Li Zheng or Randolph. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted revenge on the Bostonians.

That’s right, it’s revenge. Fernandez couldn’t forget Kevin Garnett’s sarcasm. He wrote his contempt on his face. Without Li Zheng, the Celtics would have won them by 30 points. How could they forget such a shame?

Fernandez thought of Li Zheng's speech this morning, but he was still a little excited. What Li Zheng wanted was not simply to win this tough battle. What Li Zheng wanted was to pay back to Boston the humiliation of Garnett's 30 points.

"This is indeed the best gift." Feeling the heat from his palm, Fernandez leaped high and threw the basketball with a graceful posture, quite a bit like Li Zheng, and the basketball fell into the net with precision.

"Guys, I know your inner fire is burning brightly, Rudy, how many Celtics videos have you watched this week?" McMillan encouraged the Blazers players standing in the locker room in a suit.

"Every game, coach," Fernandez said quietly.

"I can't hear you! How many videos of Bostonians have you watched? Answer me!"

"All games! All games!" Fernandez shouted excitedly.

"Jack, answer me! How much have you watched?" McMillan yelled, standing in front of Jared Jack.

"Every game! Coach!" Jack's voice was equally loud.

McMillan kept asking questions one after another until he came to Li Zheng, "I won't be too embarrassed to shout like that." Li Zheng interrupted McMillan with a smile, and the atmosphere in the locker room was no longer dignified. The others laughed knowingly, and the tense atmosphere relaxed a little.

"Children, kill them. I have nothing else to say, kill those bastards from Boston, use your full strength, kill them." McMillan's voice gradually became fierce, and this usually serious old man was full of passion today.

"Let's Falk!" McMillan yelled and sent one Blazer player after another out of the locker room. The cheers of the Portland fans had pierced through the thick concrete and steel bars and got into the ears of every Blazer player.

"Let's welcome No. 7, 6-6, Hurricanes from Seattle, keeper of miracles, Brandon Roy!"

Roy bowed his head and trotted to the center of the home court with high-fives with every team member, raised his hands under the intersection of lights to welcome the cheers of the fans, and then bowed his head and stood at the end of the team.

"Now, let's welcome Portland's miracle, forever No. 1, Brian Lee."

Li Zheng pursed his lips and clapped high-fives with the Blazers teammates one by one. The resolute face and cold expression made the girl show a warm expression. Some little-known models in the front row were already blowing kisses to Li Zheng. Portland fans used The roar of mountains and tsunami welcomed Li Zheng's appearance.

Li Zheng raised his hands high, three fingers outstretched in his left hand, and a fist in his right hand. A simple gesture caused even more shocking cheers from the audience. It was more frenzied cheering and screaming.

The Celtics players saw Li Zheng's gestures, and their faces changed drastically, especially the veins on Garnett's head had protruded. The eyes of Pierce and Ray Allen also showed a dangerous light, and Rondo even sneered at the floor. He spat on his face, as if mocking Li Zheng's flirt.

Perkins and Pulzbila came to the midfield and prepared to jump the ball. This Portland revenge battle is about to begin. Every player in the Trail Blazers and Celtics has an extremely serious face. Broadcast, more than 40 media around the world broadcast the game.

"What kind of shoes are you wearing on your feet?" Li Zheng moved his arms and suddenly noticed that Rondo's feet had been replaced with AJ13.

Rondo glanced blankly at Li Zheng and did not reply. He has been wearing Li Zheng's signature shoes since the first generation of Miracle was released. The first generation of Miracle is also the pinnacle of Nike sneaker technology.

The low top, breathability and light weight are what every defender loves, and it's just too embarrassing to wear your opponent's signature shoe against him, and he's not that dumb.

"Who is guarding against me today? Lei or you?" Li Zheng saw that Rondo didn't answer and continued.

"Me." Rondo said coldly.

"50." Li Zheng said without hesitation, then turned and left.

Pierce walked up to Rondo to reassure him not to be affected by Li Zheng's trash talk. Rondo waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, but he felt that the air conditioner in Portland was really bad, and his vest seemed to be soaked in cold sweat.

Pulzbilla was able to stay in the air for a few tenths of a second, won the jump ball, and slammed the ball back into Portland's half court. Li Zheng caught the ball with one hand, and then dribbled the ball leisurely to advance field.

Standing in front of him is Rondo, with immature face, fierce eyes, and thin body. This is a contradictory point guard, especially for him to defend the tall and long-armed Li Zheng. Many people suspect that Doug Reeves is crazy. , Let such a light point guard defend Li Zheng, a player who can resist James.

"You look like Franklin the Turtle. That's a good cartoon. I still watch a few episodes now and then." Li Zheng whispered to Rondo, who was facing a formidable enemy. inside.

Perkins was afraid that he would be dunked, so he didn't want to block the block at all, but slammed into Li Zheng's body viciously, holding Li Zheng's arm tightly with both hands, and the referee blew the whistle.

After Li Zheng was brought down, Randolph pushed Perkins away, and the referee hurriedly pulled away the two people who were at war. Perkins' action was too exaggerated, and the Celtics used a killing technique on the first goal.

"Do you like this tm? I'll give you a massage in a while." Randolph pointed at Perkins viciously and said, Garnett protected Perkins, and then kept trying to push the angry Randolph away.

"Pay attention to your movements." The referee said to everyone gloomily, and then nervously came to Li Zheng, "Li, are you okay?"

"Very good." Li Zheng covered his eyes with his arms, with a smile on his face, the atmosphere of revenge came, this is what he wanted, this is the game he was looking forward to.

(End of this chapter)