Catch at the top of the arc, dangle step, cut in from the left, a fancy dribble behind the ball, shake past the defender, direct to the free throw line one-armed tomahawk, Dunkkkkk!! The audience cheered and cheered on the sidelines. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wang Junshan's wonderful one-armed tomahawk ignited the passion of the audience." The live DJ shouted excitedly.

Wang Junshan turned over and continued to dream, hey, hey, smirked, and his head flowed. Comfortable, what is this plush on my mouth, Wang Junshan subconsciously touched his mouth.

Damn, what the hell Wang Junshan sat up, he touched a mouthful of beard, it's okay, this didn't scare him to death, three big black men were standing next to his bed.

"Big brothers, little brother, I don't have any money, so I won't kidnap it." Wang Junshan was directly frightened and incoherent.

"Hey James, are you alright, you can't be stupid." Wang Junshan covered his head and listened to the people outside, he seemed to be in English when he heard it? Hey, when did I slip away in English like this, didn't I pass level 4, Wang Junshan muttered in his heart.

Wang Junshan slowly poked his head out and glanced at it: "Oh, Gordon!。 Wang Junshan shouted directly, and when he saw the person clearly, he knew that it was another "Dengge" of the Rockets who was talking to him just now, the three-point shooter Errick Gordon.

"Looks like there's something wrong." Gordon looked back at the others. The two people standing next to him were Trevor Ariza and Clinton Capela.

"Oh, you... You're all my idols. Wang Junshan jumped out of bed directly and hugged Gordon excitedly. Oh no, how can I be taller than Gordon, Wang Junshan muttered in his heart.

"James, if you are still unwell, tell the doctor if you are not feeling well, we are going to play against the Mavericks tonight, if you are not well, you can rest first." Gordon's words made Wang Junshan not react for a while.

"Wait, what did you just call me?" Wang Junshan asked blankly. Gordon glanced at Ariza, pointed to his head and shook his head.

"Eh, when I can't see, there's nothing wrong with my brain." Wang Junshan muttered while touching his beard, am I dreaming?

At this time, Harden's bodyguard Collins walked in: "The doctor said that there is no problem, mild brain oscillation, and it will not affect tonight's game." ”

"Alright, I'll see you at the arena later." Gordon turned around and Ariza left the hospital room, leaving Wang Junyi still in a daze.

"Shall we go home and rest before we go to training?" Collins came over and asked.

Wang Junshan nodded subconsciously and followed him out of the ward. Passing by the fire escape, Wang Junshan glanced at the mirrors on both sides. Who's this??!! James Harden?? Wang Junshan stood in front of the mirror and looked carefully, the height of more than 1.9 meters, this bust, this hips, the key is this iconic beard, I became Harden?? This must be a dream.

Thinking of this, Wang Junshan relaxed, a dream, then he relaxed and enjoyed himself.

Get in the car and go to Harden's mansion in the affluent neighborhood west of Houston. As a die-hard Harden fan, of course you know what Harden's residence looks like, this three-story mansion has 6 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, a fully equipped fitness room, massage room, sauna, entertainment room, board game room, family bar, and a huge private pool, a modern garage for three cars, an outdoor party barbecue area, and is only a 20-minute drive from the airport and Toyota Center.

But these contents are only what Wang Junshan has seen in news reports before, and it really comes to Harden's mansion, this kind of billionaire luxury and magnanimity that he has never encountered before.

"You have two hours of rest, and in two hours I'll pick you up and take you to the Toyota Center." Collins dropped him off the gate and drove the car to the garage.

Wang Junshan stood outside the gate for a full ten minutes before he raised his foot and stepped in.

"It's amazing, this house, this pool." Wang Junshan walked around here and there, so that the servants didn't know what to do.

Walking to the back of the villa, a beautifully lit stadium is built in the middle of the garden. "This treatment, I am willing to wipe the floor here every day." Wang Junshan looked at the court like a pig.

"James, are you going to play? Basketball is ready. "A maid pushed over a small two-tiered cart full of brand-new basketballs.

Wang Junshan took a basketball embarrassedly, he knew his own basketball level, isn't this game embarrassing. However, he still stubbornly took the ball and walked to the middle of the field.

Try it, can you still play in your dreams? Wang Junshan thought about it while letting go of the ball. Oh, I can grab the ball with one hand, and by the way, I'm Harden. Wang Junshan put the racket, slapped it with his right hand, and automatically took it with his left hand.

"This..." Wang Junshan was stunned for a moment, and his body seemed to be a conditioned reflex to automatically hunch over and dribble. He began to try crossover, and after a few consecutive crotch drops, Wang Junshan was pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't hit his heel at all. My technique, haha, Wang Junshan happily made a fancy dribble, thirteen-foot dry pull on the spot, brush! Hole into the net.

So accurate, another one. Wang Junshan came to the right side with the ball and made a turn-over jumper, and hit it hollow again. Depend on! So accurate, come again! Wang Junshan stepped back directly to the three-point line in the bottom corner of the right corner, and shouted in his heart, "Please close your eyes when it's dark, and shoot for three points!." "Swipe it! Crash into the middle of the net.

Oh oh oh, it's amazing, Wang Junshan's jump shots from all angles and postures, turn-over jump shots, golden rooster independence, and three steps back found that the shooting rate reached an astonishing 80%.

Sure enough, the video of NBA players' usual practice is not fake, and the shooting rate is really amazing. The rise of Wang Junshan's play is getting farther and farther. That's when Collins came over.

"Hey James, we're going to the arena to meet up with the team." The fat bodyguard panted and ran to Wang Junshan's side. He didn't think much of it, followed him into a black Land Rover, and drove out of the mansion.

Wang Junshan, who has been following the Rockets since the Yao Ming era, certainly has a deep affection for the Toyota Center (as he narcissistically believes) full name: ToyotaCenter is an indoor stadium in downtown Houston, Texas, USA, sponsored by Toyota Motor Corporation of Japan. It is the home stadium of several sports teams, and in the NBA this is the home stadium of the Houston Rockets.

When they arrived at the Toyota Center, Wang Junshan and Collins walked into the staff passage. One by one, the staff were greeting him.

"Good afternoon, James."

"Hi James, how are you......"

Wang Junshan didn't know them, so he could only say hello one by one, I'm going to drop my mother, this dream is too real.

Walking into the arena, Wang Junshan slowed down, and on both sides of the wall were posters of players from various periods of the Rockets: Big Dream Olajuwon, Glider Drexler, Yao Ming, Maddie, and Scola. Is this really a dream? Wang Junshan touched the wall and looked at the poster, because all this was too real, he had never seen it, would people dream of things they didn't understand?

Wang Junshan walked into the training hall of the Toyota Center, this place he is still relatively familiar with, whether it is the training video of the Rocket team or the news exposure, this place is a place that Rocket fans know better.

Walking into the locker room, only KJ Mike Daniels was resting.

"Hi James, was it okay last night. I didn't have time to see you today. ”

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. This is my seat. Wang Junshan sat down in KJ's wry eyes.

"That's Ryan's place."

"Oh yes, yes, it says Ryan Anderson, yes, yes, I'm here." Wang Junshan sat down awkwardly and began to change into training clothes.

"Hey James, come on, start training." An old man with gray hair walked into the locker room and walked over to Harden's side.

"You're Coach D'Antoni!" Wang Junshan jumped up excitedly.

"What's wrong with you, hurry up and go to training and get ready for tonight's game." D'Antoni urged. "Tonight's game, broadcast live across the United States, I hope you all pay attention to it."

Live across the United States? Do I really want to play, I can't even play in the class league at school...... Wang Jun's shirt was big for a while. With this in mind, Wang Junshan looked at the locker closet: James Harden's name was fascinated for a while, did I really become James Harden?