runaway point guard

Chapter 9 Slap in the Face~~~
Walking back to the bench, Zhong Yu had just played for more than 3 minutes, but he didn't lose much energy.So now he is still in good spirits, sitting on the stool, no sweat has appeared on his delicate face.

In fact, it is quite difficult for him to defend Brewer. After all, this guy is also very rich in offensive methods. It is also an indisputable fact that he scored two points on his head.

"Hey, Zhong Yu, keep in this state... Your physical strength is fine." Byron Scott also said at this time.

In these two games, whether it was Paul or Scott, Zhong Yu was with them before, but they had never had such a real communication opportunity.

He can also truly appreciate the feeling of being valued.

Zhong Yu nodded: "Okay, boss... I understand."

Scott patted him on the shoulder: "You must always be ready to play, and we will use you."

Zhong Yun let out a hum, then sank his thoughts into the wedge-shaped mark on his left shoulder, and felt the information inside——he was still 33 points away from opening the next area.

"33 points..." Zhong Yu muttered silently. Near him, Paul and Scott were repeatedly discussing tactics on the tactical board. The 22-year-old Paul seemed to be the boss of the team.

Zhong Yu didn't want to look forward any further. As a bench player, it is actually not easy to get these all at once.

What he wants is to keep his feet on the ground and slowly approach his dream.

Soon, the second quarter of the game began, and somewhat unexpectedly, Scott let him play directly at the beginning of the second quarter.

Stepping onto the court, the lights are like weaving, the current score is 30:19, the Hornets are 11 points behind, the role of the substitute is to hope to recover the score.

Mike James, the veteran player who handles the ball, seems to have thought of Zhong Yu's goodness, and maybe because he is in a good position now, so the basketball was handed over to Zhong Yu's hands.

Now Zhong Yu is standing at a 45-degree angle, close to seventeen feet from the basket, and the defender is not too close to him.Although it was not in the already lit area, Zhong Yu still made a jump shot under this opportunity.

"Bang!" The basketball hit the rim and bounced out.

The ball wasn't thrown hastily, it's just that he was unlucky with the ball and it bounced off.It seems that in other positions, the technology has not progressed too much.

However, he is not in any mood to be irritable, after all, he has lit up an area with unlimited shooting percentage bonuses.

Seeing that Zhong Yu had struck the iron, Paul and Scott were relieved. No one would miss a single shot, no matter how good or famous the shooter was, it was impossible.

"Phew...it's finally back to normal..." The Chinese fans who cheered just now seemed to feel relieved now, and such remarks slowly came out.

"After this goal, he probably won't score again."

"Young people, sit on the bench and stop daydreaming." These people's mouths are not forgiving at all.

However, some Zhong Yu fans also angrily retorted: "What do you mean? Have you ever seen an NBA player who has never missed a shot?"

"If you don't score a goal, you are so vitriolic. You must have had your head clamped when you were born." So, a war of words broke out. On the forums of this country, casual things can cause some foul language and greetings. The curse words of the family.

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"Bang!" The basketball hit the iron again, Zhong Yu looked at his hands, wrinkled his nose but did not speak.

Because he knows that it is normal to miss a few shots.

Although he just missed a mid-range shot in the place he is best at, although he has a 95% hit rate here.But if it is put into reality, this shooting rate is generally quite normal. If the defensive pressure is low, once the defensive pressure is too strong, he is likely to miss the shot.

"Missed two jump shots in a row... The Emperor of Melancholy has returned to his melancholic true colors." Some Zhong Yuhei immediately jumped out, jumping up and down as if it was his own festival.

Zhong Yu's fans were so angry that their nosebleeds almost came out, but Zhong Yu did miss two shots, which is also an indisputable fact.

"Damn it...Brother Yu, hurry up and be the same as before..." The fans also became more and more expectant.

Now, in the fifth minute of the second quarter, the score is now 5:41, the Hornets are still nine points behind, and the Hornets now have the ball.

Zhong Yu has already missed two shots, and Mike James is a little depressed. Why did he get three assists from Zhong Yu in the last game, and now he seems to have no shots at all.

It is still the offense of the Hornets. The Jazz want to reopen the score to more than [-] points, so they attach great importance to this defense.

Zhong Yu has missed two shots in a row, which made the players defending him gradually relax and pay attention to him.

Therefore, it didn't take much time for Zhong Yu to circle around the inner line and return to his own area.

Now, Mike James also saw that Zhong Yu was in a good position, but, thinking that he had missed two shots in a row, did he have to think about the consequences.

"Forget it... I'll give it to you." Mike James still made this decision, and he passed the basketball directly to Zhong Yu's hands.

Zhong Yu is still shooting jumpers in his own area.

"I don't know if his touch will prove to be a flash in the pan just now." Paul pondered in his heart, while watching Zhong Yu's jumper, Scott thought almost the same.

"Zhong Yu started jumping!" Zhong Yu's fans and Zhong Yuhei, who had become a crowd in the country, also died down now, and hurriedly watched the live broadcast.

Zhong Yu got the ball and jumped high in front of the defender. This time, he still used a fadeaway jumper.

His fadeaway jumper is indeed very beautiful, not Kobe's type, and it seems that the beauty is not much worse than Kobe's.

Under the witness of many people, the basketball directly left Zhong Yu's hands and crossed a beautiful parabola——

"Shua!" The basketball fell into the basket easily, and Zhong Yu fell back to the ground, pulling his jersey as if to announce his return.

"See it!" Zhong Yu's fans cheered.What the fans want is actually very simple. They don't need words of encouragement from their idols, as long as they can see their idols hit a ball, that's enough.

Zhong Yuhei became depressed at this moment, is this guy really going to explode?
(End of this chapter)