Durant has done it, Harden has done it, and Wei Shao has done it, but everyone was slightly shocked when Randolph made it, and the reason is very simple, because he has a bad image, compared to Durant, Harden, and Wei Shao, Randolph is more like a vicious middle-aged uncle.

Maud reacted, scratched the back of her head with her hand, and walked away with a depressed pout, while Randolph was still smiling in place.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Feng walked up and asked.

Randolph put away his smile and said shyly: "He mentioned Tony Parker as his idol, which made me a little unhappy and reminded me of the helplessness of being dominated by the Spurs."

"It's not just that, is it? You weren't dissatisfied with him pointing out your mistakes when you spoke? Zhang Feng questioned.

Randolph touched his head in embarrassment, and the expression said it all.

After glancing at Randolph, Zhang Feng walked up to Maude, squatted down and said, "Uncle Randolph is too strict, how about I help you play heads-up later?" ”。

"Yes, yes," Maud nodded excitedly and clapped her hands.

Zhang Feng said this just to take care of the child's emotions, although it is nothing if he doesn't do it, but even if Randolph doesn't care about his image, Zhang Feng has to consider maintaining the image of the Kings, after all, it is the team of his future father-in-law, and he is still the star of the house.

"Alright, friends, the game continues, let's continue to focus on the performances of the Kand and the Pizza Team," Elon shouted.

Zhang Feng signaled that he was going to go head-to-head, Harry looked a little scared, aha, Harry called for help, Zhang Feng passed the ball to the vacant Katun, shot! It's a pity that I didn't get in."

"Randolph takes the ball, Thomas is pushed away, dunk!"

Zhang Feng got the ball again, originally he wanted to shoot directly or pass it out, but Maude's crisp cheering voice reached his ears, what he said must be done, otherwise what kind of man is it?

Zhang Feng beckoned and motioned for Randolph to go head-on, and Harry and Mrs. Stye cooperated to open up the space.

"You're strong, but 1v1 single-handedly playing big guys against small guys has a huge advantage, that's my years of experience in the NBA," Randolph grinned and put on a slightly hunched defensive stance.

"Times are changing, Randolph, it's the age of small balls, maybe your experience won't work," Zhang Feng retorted.

Lando slapped his hands on his chest, as if to say, "Come on, let's see who's right."

Randolph's mind flashed through Zhang Feng's countless possible breakthroughs at this time:

Step-back jumper? When you withdraw, you will follow; Left and right road change direction to break through? Directly defend the inside line, dare to stop the jump shot on the big hat block;

Pull-up jumpers? I can only reluctantly press the ball down, or can't I be too fierce, what if he doesn't pass the ball to me in the new season? Forget it, let him vote for it, this face still has to be given.

At this time, Randolph looked at Zhang Feng with a smile, as if everything was under his control.

As the saying goes, a wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, let alone Randolph, he never expected that Zhang Feng did not use any of the ways he guessed, but directly passed the ball under his crotch.

"Hahahaha" hilarious sounds came from all sides of the court, and Randolph covered his face in embarrassment after understanding what was going on, and Zhang Feng still scored with an easy layup.

"I'm not convinced, come again, I was careless just now" Randolph made an excuse.

"Okay, fight until you serve" Zhang Feng signaled to stop the game and singled it out.

This time Randolph paid special attention to his legroom, and would never give Zhang Feng a chance to wear his crotch again, seeing Zhang Feng's hesitant gaze, Randolph felt that this time he would win.

"Come on!" Randolph clapped his hands again, and Zhang Feng saw this opportunity and directly pulled out the jumper. The inertia of the action was difficult to forcibly brake, and Randolph was stunned and jumped up to block after clapping his hands, but unfortunately Zhang Feng had already thrown the ball at this time.

I don't know if it's too good luck or too little defensive pressure, Zhang Feng hit the ball steadily.

After losing two heads-ups in a row, Randolph's face was a little unbearable.

"How many balls are we playing, heads-up is usually 11, how many balls did you play last time you played heads-up with Owen?" Randolph, as a courtroom ruffian, said that heads-up is usually 11 balls, and Zhang Feng knew that he didn't want to admit defeat and wanted to find a reasonable excuse to turn the tables.

"7 goals and 4 wins, it's not fun to watch us heads-up all the time," Zhang Feng proposed.

Randolph thought about it, wrenched his fingers and calculated, feeling that there was a chance to turn the tables, he nodded and agreed to Zhang Feng's proposal.

But it backfired, Randolph's expectations were instantly minimized, Zhang Feng used the trick of "large lateral movement" when he was head-to-head with Owen, Randolph had no choice but to watch Zhang Feng score a goal as a fat man.

"3-0," Zhang Feng hinted cheaply.

"I still have a chance, don't be arrogant, this time I have to shout to start to start, I can't rush to shoot," Randolph demanded.

Zhang Feng passed the ball to Randolph, "It's totally okay, you serve."

"Let's go!" Randolph shouted in a deep voice.

Zhang Feng threw the ball to the backcourt when he got the ball. Randolph didn't know why, and thought to himself: Do you want to follow? Forget it, Zhang Feng shouldn't be able to enter so far.

Zhang Feng ran to the center line to throw a long shot, firstly, to increase the atmosphere of the scene, and secondly, he estimated that he could not throw it himself, which could give Randolph a chance to turn the tables.

But the actual situation gave Zhang Feng and Randolph a slap in the face at the same time, and the ultra-long shot "bang" smashed into the blue circle.

Zhang Feng looked embarrassed, Randolph looked black, and the residents on the court looked excited and cheering. Among these people, Xiao Maude was the most excited, and kept applauding Zhang Feng, and kept shouting "Zhang Feng is amazing" in his mouth.

"What's the matter, times have changed, you don't need your previous experience anymore," Zhang Feng said patting Randolph on the shoulder.

Randolph didn't answer with a dark face, and after a few seconds, he suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "This doesn't count, it's always been you who attacked, and I didn't attack, how can I prove my point of view, and now it's me to attack."

After Randolph finished speaking, he couldn't help but stuff the basketball into Zhang Feng's hand and motioned for Zhang Feng to serve.

"Then if you win these 7 goals, how can you tell who is right in our theory?" Zhang Feng asked. In fact, in the last game, Zhang Feng's continuous attack relied on continuous goals, and there was no Randolph who said that he was attacking unilaterally, but at this time, Randolph could no longer be reasonable, so he could only not care.

"Naturally, it's a draw, and the explanation is more powerful for you, it's a special part of this theory," Randolph explained clearly.

"Okay, then come on" Zhang Feng sent the ball to Randolph and beckoned Andron to "explain it out loud".

Drew made an OK gesture, picked up the microphone and turned up the volume and said:

"Randolph's first attack, it was bad, Zhang Feng made a successful steal"

"Randolph's second attack, it's a pity, Zhang Feng interfered in time"

"Randolph's third attack, a big headache, he made a mistake himself"

"Randolph's fourth offense, a little embarrassing, this shot is not sticky"

"Randolph's fifth attack, frustrating, didn't score two turns"

…….

Randolph played seven attacks in a row but failed to score, and he stopped in a bit of frustration.

Zhang Feng opened his mouth and asked, "Which of our theories is correct now?" ”

Randolph said thoughtfully, "You don't count, you're too good, my theory is that it's only a player of the same level."

When Zhang Feng heard this, he gave a thumbs up and said, "On Laipi, you won this time."

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