The first half counts down to 10 seconds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Otard dribbles in a straight line, and Wang Weiyu marks people while walking.

Otard calculated the time carefully, and he didn't intend to leave the Imperial team with extra time. He's going to hit a buzzer. Wang Weiyu's hand was open, and he was on alert in both directions, and suddenly, he hit the human wall.

Taking a step back in the direction of the pick-and-roll, Otard made a sharp stop before the helper arrived, kicked his legs straight and pulled the ball out of his hand. The timer on the rebound flies by before the ball arrives, the clock is up, the lights are red, and the ball goes in.

Otard Bryan's buzzer-kick took the deficit to four points. The Kings went into the second half with a 4-point lead! ”

Wang Weiyu wiped the sweat off his face, it was originally a score difference of more than ten points, but Otard suddenly broke out and chased the difference to 4 points. If he is given one more minute, he has a good chance of riding the momentum and single-handedly closing the difference. As an attacker, his scoring explosiveness is simply amazing.

"Otard is human like us, he gets tired, he doesn't feel good, remember, he won't always be so accurate!" Speaking in the lounge, Alva emphatically said: "If you care too much about his scores, you will neglect to defend him, and it doesn't matter how many points he scores, the intensity of the defense cannot be reduced at all. ”

"Our strategy was a success! So far, the rest of the Celtics have shot below their average, especially Montgo, and you've done a pretty good job of limiting Peggy Franklin. If you can keep defending in the first half in the second half, you've delivered on your promise. Alva focused on Montgomery. Montgomery was expressionless, and if they had won, he would have taken the credit for it, and the game was still going on, and it was not yet time to reward the merit.

Wang Weiyu kept wiping his hair with a towel. Otard was still dominant tonight. In terms of scoring, he is unbeatable.

The more this is the case, the more Wang Weiyu has the urge to guard him off. This impulse formed a barrier in his mind. There was a cold voice that grew louder and louder - "Guard against him!" Defend him! Defend him! ”

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle officially started the second half of the game. The Celtics replaced their point guard, Peggy sat on the sidelines to adjust, and the guard named Nichol Chesterton came on the court. He is a Brazilian who was the MVP of the Brazilian league last year and joined Boston as a free agent this year at the age of 28.

Chesterton and Peggy have similar styles. Compared to Peggy, his vision is much broader. He was the leader of the Celtics' second team.

It doesn't matter who the opponent is, Montgomery doesn't matter. It was his first time playing Chesterton this year. In the previous games, he did not play against Montgomery. Chesterton have been watching Montgomery off the pitch, though.

Defense and offense are different, and only when you look at it and really touch it can you perceive the mystery in it. Chesterton underestimated Montgomery's defense. Montgomery is like a side of glue, sticking to the opponent, like a shadow, and you can't get rid of it.

"Nikkor!" Otard was in a low position, and his voice relieved Chesterton's trouble. Chesterton's ball was in his hands, and he stood up straight, sensing Wang's defensive position.

Wang Weiyu was right behind him, one hand on Otard's back, the other hand raised. Otard's body leaned to the left. This is a fatal feint, Wang Weiyu was deceived. Just after that feint, Otard turned around and attacked the basket head-on, crossed Wang Weiyu in one step, flew up, grabbed the ball with both hands, and blasted towards the basket like a meteor out of the sky.

The North Shore Gardens roared over the brilliant attack, and the audience's voices were so noisy that they couldn't hear what the narrator was saying.

"Otard was on fire and scored 26 points." Barkley said: "I say that every game. "Yes, Otard's scoring hasn't changed for years, and I've never seen him play badly." Smith said.

I haven't played a bad game? Otard smiled but said nothing. Now he is majestic, and of course public opinion is like this. One day he falls from the sky, and public opinion will attack him even more fiercely. He knows this, so he is cautious about what he says and does.

"Boss, there are always some people in this world that we can't prevent, don't think about it." Montgomery saw Wang Weiyu in a daze and went up to say. Wang Weiyu said: "You also think I can't prevent him? Montgomery shrugged his shoulders, he didn't answer directly, but the meaning was clear.

Even Montgomery said so, and Wang Weiyu doubted himself for the first time. He can limit Somo Felder, he can limit Simon Oliver, he can limit all the small forwards in the world, except for Ortad. Why is he the only one? Is he special?

He's really special. Wang Weiyu didn't even take the ball and walked straight to the frontcourt. Otard was still there, "W, you don't look good, are you hurt?" Wang Weiyu was silent, and Otard had dampened his confidence.

Montgomery combined with Wood, and after passing the ball, Wood took a shot that missed. Merris grabbed the rebound, shot again, and scored.

"Stop him! Defend him! Defend him! In the back of my mind, the cold voice reappeared. The voice interfered with Wang Weiyu's judgment, and his gaze was cold, locking on Otard.

Otard dribbled along a path and suddenly changed direction. Wang Weiyu made a fork at his feet, made a steal, and was whistled for a foul.

"You're in too much of a hurry." Otard still looked relaxed. Wang Weiyu gasped, only Otard was left in his eyes, and everyone else disappeared.

"Nichol, leave it to me." Otard smiled kindly. "Peggy says you can do whatever you want, but it's better to think about the consequences before you act, he's watching you," Chesterton said. "Got it, really, why are the people sitting in the audience so verbose?" Otard muttered.

Even if he took out the great god Peggy, it still couldn't change Otard's heart to go it alone. Seeing this, people, including Duruk Mersa, pulled away.

Not to block Otard is the biggest help. Otard will take care of the rest.

The desire to defend against Otard overcame everything, and Wang Weiyu's lateral movement slipped with Otard's several changes of direction. He got to his knees with one foot, as if to welcome Otard to the basket.

He looked back at Otard, in great pain.

Otard dribbled quickly and flew towards the basket. Wood flew out from one side, and he tried to interfere with Otard, but he flashed lightly, his fingers picking up the ball delicately.

"It's over."

"Fuck off!" Merris was the last barrier, and he patiently waited for Otard's shot to appear in the air.

"Bang!"

Otard had a sad expression that looked like a toy had been broken, "Damn! ”

Merris didn't look at his expression and ran towards Wang Weiyu, "What are you doing on your knees?" Even if I help you cover that guy, you don't have to kneel down to me, do you? ”

"What did you say?" Wang Weiyu said angrily.

Merris held out his hand: "I'm behind you, brother." ”

Hearing this, Wang Weiyu was stunned and grabbed his hand: "I know." ”