NBA: Starting with Jokic template

Chapter 48 Teammates explode, Lin Chuan becomes a ball distribution machine

Brazil was brimming with confidence, and it showed from the moment they stepped onto the field.

"Hey, let's beat him in the jump ball later!"

"You can't jump over a fat guy, Vallejo!"

As soon as the game started and the players from both sides came on the court, Lin Chuan heard the noisy sound.

Lin Chuan scratched his ear and looked over. The person who spoke was the "Brazilian Lightning" Barbosa.

Nene on the side also patted Valanciunas.
"If you don't have confidence, I can go for the jump ball."

"Hey, you two, do you look down on me so much?"

Vallejo fought back and punched one man in the chest.

Several people spoke Portuguese, so they were not worried that the Chinese team would understand.

But they don't care whether others can understand them or not.

"Who are you calling fat?" (Portuguese)

Ok?
Several people turned around at the same time and saw Lin Chuan staring at them with his hands on his hips.

"This is muscle, but the body fat is a little high." (Portuguese)

As he spoke, Lin Chuan raised his arms and gestured a few times, but the bubble flesh under his three heads shook a few times, which made Nene unable to hold back her laughter.

Lin Chuan looked at him unkindly and turned to leave, deciding to teach those people who mocked him for being fat a lesson later.

"Hey, where did you learn Portuguese?"

Nene was quite curious and shouted towards Lin Chuan's back.

“College, man.”

Lin Chuan waved his hand,

“There won’t be anyone who hasn’t been to college.”

"Fuck, this kid."

He gnashed his teeth in anger.

I played soccer as a kid, and then after I switched to basketball, I joined the club.

After being selected by the NBA, he has been playing in the NBA.

He really never went to college.

"So what if you went to college? You're still playing games at the age of 20, but you haven't graduated yet!"

Lin Chuan heard it but thought it was just the barking of a loser. He was just an illiterate and Lin Chuan was too lazy to argue with him.

Jump ball session.

Lin Chuan thought of the ridicule they had just given him, and he became so angry that his legs became even stronger.

The referee threw the ball, and Lin Chuan jumped up with a whoosh, his body trembling a few times.

"Snapped!"

Lin Chuan caught the ball half a finger higher than Valanciunas and passed it to Wang Shipeng.

Wang Shipeng passed the ball to Liu Wei with both hands, allowing him to cross half court.

Lin Chuan ran into the inside and looked at Nene, who was about the same weight as him and full of muscles. When he was fighting for position with him, the muscles in his arms became swollen with blood. His eyes were about to pop out.

How did you train to have such big muscles?

Lin Chuan was envious in his heart, but he didn't mean it.
"With such big muscles, how can you not squeeze me?"

Nene didn't bother to pay attention to the sour Lin Chuan, and pushed Vallejo beside him.
"Cover, go and assist!"

With the help of Yi Li's cover, Liu Wei rushed two steps inside, and seeing Valanciunas coming up to assist him one step away, he decisively passed the ball to Lin Chuan in the penalty area.

"Defense!!!"

Seeing Lin Chuan holding the ball, the head coach immediately shouted, asking Nene to pay attention.

Lin Chuan held the ball high, facing the basket, Nene was highly focused, the distance was not far from the basket, Lin Chuan could shoot at any time. Liu Wei passed the ball, Valanciunas gave up the pursuit and returned to the original position to defend.

But he did not retreat back to the three-point line. Instead, he went around the screen again and ran behind Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan pretended to shoot, raised the basketball, tricked Nene's hands, then leaned down, hit the ground towards the gap between his legs, and sent the ball backwards.

"Go and reinforce the defense!"

The Brazilian coach shouted at the top of his lungs on the sidelines, but even though Barbosa was the Brazilian Lightning, he could not ignore the screen and could only watch Liu Wei stand behind Lin Chuan and make a jump shot.

Swish!
Two points scored.

After the Chinese team scored, the Brazilian team quickly served the ball from the baseline. Barbosa picked up the ball and rushed to the front court. Lin Chuan had just run across half court when Barbosa had already reached the free throw line.

The Chinese team could only watch Barbosa score a fast break layup.

"Strengthen your defense!"

Deng Huade saw that everyone was a little slack, so he quickly stood up and gave orders.

The Chinese team attacked, Lin Chuan moved up to set a screen for Liu Wei, Nene quickly followed, and Liu Wei failed to break through, so he passed the ball to Zhu Fangyu on the right wing.

Zhu Fangyu forced a breakthrough, but was blocked by the defense. He passed the ball to Wang Shipeng in the corner. Wang Shipeng received the ball and broke through. There were two inside players of the Brazilian team guarding the penalty area, so there was no chance. Wang Shipeng slipped along the baseline and passed the ball to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan immediately started to back-up to Valanciunas, who had come on as a substitute. He made two consecutive shots and advanced into the free throw line. Lin Chuan turned around, jumped and threw the ball into the hands of Zhu Fangyu in the left corner.

An unguarded three-point shot.

"Shh!"

Score in!

After the Brazilian team scored a layup, the Chinese team served the ball and found Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan held the ball high, made a fake pass to shake off Valanciunas' defense when the defense was not in position, and then passed the ball directly to Wang Shipeng who had just run out from the left wing.

Wang Shipeng received the ball, adjusted his rhythm, and jumped with both feet to score another three-pointer!

"Wow, it looks like everyone had a good touch today. We scored all three goals at the start, and beat Brazil 8-2 in just two minutes!"

The Chinese team played well at the beginning, and the two commentators in the broadcast room also became interested.

"It seems like everyone is very motivated, especially Liu Wei. In the previous games, he was mostly a tool-type point guard who dribbled across half court, but in this game, he started to take the initiative."

"That's right. If the Chinese team only relies on Lin Chuan, they will not go far. Only if everyone contributes more, we can hope to see the Chinese men's basketball team make history this year!"

……

The head coach of the Brazilian team made arrangements before the game and invested a lot of defensive resources in Lin Chuan, but in this game, Lin Chuan did not take any shots and continuously led his teammates to attack, catching the Brazilian team off guard.

Although they began to actively adjust their defense after half a quarter, the Chinese team's three outside players had already found their touch.

Yi Li stepped forward to cover Zhu Fangyu who had no ball.

He used the screen to get to the free throw line on the opposite side of Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan passed the ball through the gap between three people. Zhu Fangyu received the ball and made a layup directly against Valanciunas.

My legs were shaking a little when I landed.

This strong attack is quite exhausting.

The Brazilian team missed a three-pointer, Lin Chuan grabbed the rebound and threw it to the frontcourt, and Sun Yue received the ball outside the three-point line.

Seeing that the Brazilian team's inside defense in the frontcourt was already in position, he simply stopped suddenly and took a three-point shot!
clang!
The basketball drew an arc, hit the backboard and bounced into the basket.

"Hmm...it can be seen that Sun Yue was also very excited. He made a quick stop and three-pointer on the fast break, but he was lucky enough to score."

"Yes, but I guess Sun Yue will also be criticized by the coach when he leaves the court. After all, there are not many fast break opportunities, and every wasted one is a huge loss."

After the first quarter, the Chinese team led the Brazilian team by eight points, 22:14.

At the end of the first quarter, Wang Shipeng even made a top three-pointer, but was called for 3+1 by the referee.

The Chinese substitutes sitting on the sidelines were all stunned.

"Fuck."

Guo Ailun started dancing while waving a towel and even wanted to stand on the stool, but he became much more obedient after being glared at by Deng Huade.

(End of this chapter)