As soon as he got on the court, Beverley of the Rockets dribbled past half court and found that there was no first offensive opportunity, so he watched from the outside.

Wen Hao once again went around the inside, shook off Beal with Asik's cover, and came to the outside of the three-point line. Beverley's pass came at the right time. Bill saw Wen Hao taking the ball, and came to Wen Hao again: "Chinese, isn't your blocking and demolition very powerful?" If you have a kind, you will do it again. Bill provoked Wen Hao as always, but with more anger in his provocation.

Before Bill's words were finished, No. 11 was already blocking his side, Wen Hao smiled slightly and said, "As you wish." Before the words fell, he used the cover of No. 11 to enter the inner line.

The head coach of the Wizards team saw Wen Hao enter the inside line, a slight smile appeared on his face, and Wen Hao broke in and hit the arms of the Wizards. Bill thought the same way, when Wen Hao entered the inside line, he did not chase Wen Hao, but stood in front of No. 11 and blocked the route of No. 11's follow-up. And the inside center of the Wizards team has been like a huge cover, overwhelmingly covering Wen Hao.

"The pick-and-roll is broken...... a narrator said quickly. The other commentator nodded nervously, and in their opinion, No. 11 could not follow up, and No. 5 was covered and unable to shoot, and their block was 100% broken.

The Rockets were also slightly startled, the block was broken, and the substitutes of the Rocket team no longer had any powerful weapons.

But, as it turned out, their fears were unfounded. I saw that when No. 11 found that he couldn't follow up, he made a decision in an instant, he didn't force it to squeeze under the basket, but took a step back slightly, retreated half a step outside the free throw line, and opened up the distance from Beal. At the same time, Wen Hao had a sharp heart, and a hidden pass from behind was sent to No. 11.

After No. 11 took the ball, he jumped slightly, and with a shake of his right hand, the basketball flew towards the basket. Bill tried his best to jump up to no avail, 1.91 meters and 2.26 meters, a difference of more than 20 centimeters. He could only look at the ball and sigh.

"Huh." Naturally, No. 11's shot hit the basket hollow. His shooting touch is already very soft, and with Wen Hao's 70% bonus of assist shooting rate, hitting this ball is easy.

The Wizards head coach frowned slightly, he seemed to have missed a move. But he didn't make a decision right away, but had to wait and see, after all, a ball doesn't mean anything.

Bill was even more angry at this time, and the task assigned by the head coach was to prevent No. 5 before blocking and No. 11 after blocking, but he didn't expect to be played by this pair of Chinese as soon as he came up. He glanced at No. 11, then turned to glare at Wen Hao: "Chinese, you wait for me." ”

The angry Bill was really powerful, and after turning around, he easily broke through Wen Hao's defense and hit a jump shot before the No. 11 defense. But he was still angry, and he vowed to prevent the death of this pair of Chinese.

The Rockets continued to attack, Beverley tried to play a fast break, but the Wizards retreated quickly, so he had to stabilize and then naturally put the ball in Wen Hao's hands. Now, in Beverley's view, handing the ball to Wen Hao when he can't play a fast break is the safest choice, because Wen Hao can always let the ball fall into the Wizards' basket. And that's what the head coach said.

Wen Hao took the ball, No. 11 still came up to block and dismantle, and he hit the basket again. Beal still stood in front of No. 11 and wouldn't let him follow. No. 11 was still like last time, half a step back, and Wen Hao's pass was already in his hands.

"Don't think!" Bill roared and lunged at Number 11. But his height was so far away that he couldn't reach the No. 11 shot. No. 11 shook his wrist slightly, and the basketball flew towards the basket again. And Bill pounced too hard because of his anger and hit No. 11 directly. No. 11 stumbled two steps before he stood still.

"Huh."

"Toot."

Two sounds sounded almost simultaneously, the former being the crisp and pleasant sound of the basketball rubbing against the net, and the latter being the referee's whistle.

“**！” Bill cursed under his breath and looked at Number 11 with hatred.

He failed to prevent No. 11, but was beaten by No. 11 with a two-plus-one, which couldn't help but make him hate. At this time, Wen Hao came over, smiled slightly, and said in fluent American English: "Chinese are okay, right?" ”

“**!” Bill cursed again, but his sentence was quieter than the one he had been, and the referee was standing behind him. However, a small voice does not mean that he is angry, and he is close to losing his mind at this time. "Abominable Chinese, abominable No. 5, I will make you pay, we'll see."

Turning around, the angry Bill went on a rampage, directly squeezed Wen Hao into the inside line, and jumped up two meters away from the basket, losing his mind, he actually wanted to dunk on the 11th from two meters and twenty-six.

"Smack." A loud sound poured into his ears, almost piercing his eardrums, and the next moment, he was dribbling the ball and slamming it to the floor.

The Wizards players were shocked, they were all stunned for a moment, looked at the referee, and waited for the referee to blow the whistle. But the referee signaled that the block just now was clean and there was no foul.

Wen Hao didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he had already pounced when the basketball was covered, and he would run to the front court with the ball. By the time the Wizards came to their senses, he was almost past the halfway line.

Bill was covered to the ground, and if he was about to get up, the Rockets' fast break was over. But when he saw that it was Wen Hao who got the ball, he miraculously bounced up the moment he landed, chasing Wen Hao to the Wizards' halfcourt.

At this time, Wen Hao took the lead, had already passed the middle line, and was about to enter the three-point line. Bill's eyes were spurting blood, and he chased after Wen Hao two steps away.

With the speed of Wen Hao and Beal, before Wen Hao made a layup, Bill definitely had time to block.

Bill knows this, and so does Wen Hao. So he dribbled and continued to run towards the basket, and when he looked to the left, he saw that No. 11 on the left sideline was trying to follow, and Beverley was following on the right sideline like a bolt of lightning.

It was clear who to pass to, and Wen Hao continued to dribble while looking at Beverley on the right.

Bill's anger was at his peak, but the player's instinct allowed him to move half a step to the right. He knew that Wen Hao would definitely pass to the faster Beverley. Anyone would choose that way.

The fans at the stadium also shouted to Bill, "Stop him." ”

"Don't let him pass the ball."

……

But just when everyone thought that Wen Hao was going to pass to Beverley, Wen Hao made a simple three-step layup without fancy and picked the ball to the basket. And his last step did not accelerate, but slowed down, almost straight up and down to jump up and make a layup.

Bill in the back was stunned for a moment because of a mistake in judgment, and he was so stunned, and his body hit Wen Hao's back because of his habitual surname.

Suddenly, it was like Mars hitting the earth, and Wen Hao and Bill fell to the floor at the same time after the violent collision.

The difference is that Wen Hao has a smile on the corner of his mouth, while Bill's face is a perfect version of despair. As the two of them slid across the floor—

"Huh."

"Toot."

The same two rings rang out like the previous one, sounding the death knell of hell to Bill.

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