NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 200 Enthusiastic Denver Fans

"The Rockets won again, 2 to 1, Lee, your MVP is in danger." Randolph must be the one who dared to say such a dangerous word to the Blazers. They were sitting on the plane flying to Denver.

"You only dare to say it while Li is wearing earphones." Blake cut it, closed the playboy and said disdainfully.

"Who said that? I didn't say much when he fell asleep." Randolph said proudly.

"say what?"

"That's a lot, what Li likes to dump in the bathhouse, and the photos of some hot girls in Li's mobile phone, and Ern Tailun has created memberships for you in all nightclubs in Portland." Randolph talked about his great achievements, and Blake just looked at him with sympathy.

Randolph followed Blake's fingers and looked up. It was Li Zheng with the earphones hanging around his neck. He was so scared that he ejected from the seat and rushed to Roy's side in two steps.

"Zach, if you are so flexible when playing the Rockets, we really can't lose." Jared Jack clapped his hands and said with a laugh.

"Shut up!" Randolph was obviously red and warm, "Aren't you wearing earphones? Why are you sneaking up on me?"

"It's you who are too loud, Zach." Roy pointed to Pulzbila in the corner, rubbing his eyes to find the culprit who woke him up, Randolph slapped his forehead, saying bad things about Li Zheng was so cool, he was a little carried away.

"I can't stop your voice with the volume turned up to 65." Li Zheng shook his head and sighed. Then he came to Randolph and punched him in the chest. Randolph screamed again and again, but he didn't feel any pain after screaming.

The atmosphere on the Blazers' plane was mostly relaxed and active. They must thank Randolph, especially from the pressure monster to the pistachio of the active atmosphere. Randolph has paid a lot as a veteran.

Flashing lights filled every moment when the Blazers got off the plane. This group of joking guys obviously stood up in front of the reporters and the cameras, with cold expressions, tall figures and well-matched clothes. Except for Randolph, everyone looked like a male model, but if the reporters could get close, they could hear them chatting. In fact, they were not very temperamental.

"Ad, why are you walking with your butt between your legs?"

"Shut up! I'm not, I'm normal."

"Webster, the crotch of your suit is ripped."

"Fack! Do you have any spare clothes? Where can I get a change?"

"You'd better wear dreadlocks and some hip-hop clothes, man, you don't deserve this suit."

The reporters captured the hottest Blazers players. Under the camera, they were personable and extraordinary, with cold expressions and tall bodies full of masculine power. Their battle with Denver at night was also exciting.

"Fuck! Lee! Fuck! Lee! Fuck! Lee!"

As soon as they left the airport, there were fans holding banners with Nuggets blue paint on their faces and shouting slogans neatly. Randolph was the first to not hold back, directly breaking the seriousness of just accepting the capture. The Blazers players looked at Li Zheng neatly, but found that Zheng Zheng looked normal, even with a faint smile on his face.

"Fack Oil! Lee! You are not welcome in Denver!"

"Lee, you are much worse than LeBron!"

"How does it feel to be robbed of MVP by Yao Ming? Melo wants to eat your ass today!"

With one hand in his pocket, Li Zheng calmly walked towards the bulletproof nanny car that was prepared in advance under the protection of the security personnel. When he was about to get in the car, he did not forget to give a high-five to the children who kept gesticulating, as if expressly thanking the Denver fans for their warm greetings. In the end, the fans' various languages ​​turned into a neat Fake Lee.

Randolph confidently followed Li Zheng, but after Li Zheng got into the car, the Denver fans picked up their mobile phones and cameras. Some were looking at the photos they had just taken, and some were showing off to their friends that they had just met Li Zheng at close range. Randolph even stood there for a while.

"You are much better than Lee, Zach. Tell the truth." Blake said to Randolph, holding back a smile, and then ran away.

Randolph gritted his teeth and took off the tie from his neck, and then sprinted towards Blake at a speed of [-] meters. The other Trail Blazers laughed and got on the bus.

The Rockets led the Mavericks 2-1. Nowitzki played superbly but eventually lost to the Rockets. Nowitzki averaged 41 points in three games and took a home court from Houston abruptly.

The noisy MVP competition in the outside world seems to have no effect on Yao Ming. Yao Ming scored 28+ in three consecutive games in the playoffs, which is not an exaggeration.

In an era when O'Neal is getting old and Howard is hard to be the number one center, Yao Ming is the last glory of a traditional center. Fans like Li Zheng and James will definitely not be short of MVPs in the next ten years. They have statistics, a fan base, team support, and league support. But for Yao Ming, this may be his best chance.

The Houston media and Huaguo media are also trying to build momentum for Yao Ming. Although Li Zheng is a friend, Yao Ming is his own. Although the Huaguo media did not belittle Li Zheng, they praised the other players of the Blazers, especially Roy, Huang Mamba, political commissar Luo, and guards.

Except for Mr. Weiping, every Huaguo basketball fan knows that his second surname is Li. Ever since Li Zheng was active in basketball, Mr. Weiping has been his most loyal fan.

The Suns 2-1 Hornets. Paul was in a hurry and biting. Paul, who didn’t play bullshit pick-and-rolls and focused on singles, won a game instead. When a point guard didn’t want to pass the ball, it was usually when the team reached the most dangerous moment. Paul stopped the decline for the Hornets with a game of 37 points and 11 assists, but then they suffered a disastrous defeat in Phoenix.

Stoudemire rejected the surgery suggested by the team doctor and chose a conservative treatment method. Stoudemire, who had trained with Li Zheng for a whole summer, not only shot more accurately, but also improved his speed a lot without losing weight and maintaining strength. This is why he can adapt to O’Neal.

Such excellent performance also allowed the Suns to take the lead. If it weren't for Paul's sudden outbreak, the most desperate thing is that the Hornets have never been able to find a way to contain the Suns.

(End of this chapter)