"Don't look at people passing!" The commentary at the scene shouted in surprise, "This Chinese actually passed the ball without looking at people." ”

Another commentator watched the replay of the ball on the big screen and exclaimed in surprise: "He looked to the left, but the ball went inside, completely fooling the defense." This ball is a beautiful pass! ”

Wen Hao listened to the commentators' words, his expression was slightly dazed. The pass just now, he didn't mean to pass like that, it seems that after getting the ball, his body moved on its own, completely out of the control of his brain.

"What's going on?" Wen Hao was puzzled in his heart. But at this time, it was the middle of the game, and he didn't have time to think about it at all, and followed the Rockets back to the halfcourt with the reminder of the 11th.

The disdainful smile on the corner of Blake's lips on the Pistons bench disappeared and was replaced by a slight anger. Being played in that way by a player he looked down upon, and a Chinese guy, how could he not be angry.

In the next attack, it was still him who got the ball. Facing Wen Hao, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said, "Chinese Yankee, you made me angry." Today I'm going to set a new personal scoring record on your head and make you shout for your mom to come home. ”

Wen Hao still didn't speak, but looked at Blake coldly.

Annoyed by Wen Hao's cold gaze, Black launched an attack, he first changed direction left and right, and then took advantage of Wen Hao's position in an instant, using his physical advantage to forcibly squeeze past Wen Hao, and made a layup again. This is the nth time he's done this tonight. Turning his head and looking at Wen Hao, who was holding his shoulder with his right hand, he smiled and said, "Yankee, does your shoulder hurt?" ”

Wen Hao's left hand, which grabbed his shoulder, clasped it tightly.

At this time, No. 11 came over and said, "It's okay, I'll help you make it up next time." ”

Wen Hao glanced at No. 11 gratefully, he didn't speak, he didn't like to talk. No. 11 looked at Wen Hao's back, and said secretly in his heart: Wen Hao, whether you can stay tomorrow depends on your performance tonight.

After Wen Hao came to the front court, he did not stand in place and wait for the ball, but kept running and interspersed, looking for empty seats. A player with only a ten-day contract is a great gift to be able to play, and if it weren't for the number 11, he wouldn't have been able to stand on the pitch at all. If you don't work hard, I'm sorry for No. 11.

Sure enough, when he ran out of the open space, his teammate's pass finally came. After those two times, his teammates also have a little bit of trust in him. As soon as he got the ball, he wanted to shoot, but at this point, the electricity in his brain crossed again, and his body seemed to start to lose control again. This made him hesitate.

Just after such a hesitation, Pistons backup quarterback Blake had already pounced, spread his legs, and spread his arms in front of him: "Chinese Yankee, if there is a kind, pass another one, see if I can't fall for you?" His words were full of provocation.

The players on the Pistons bench shook their heads: "Does this Chinese guy still want to play Blake again?" ”

"No kidding, it was just a coincidence, and I don't believe he can pass a ball like that again."

"The same coincidence can't always happen to the same person."

Blake also seemed to hear the words of his teammates, his smile appeared again, and he hooked his fingers: "Chinese Yankee, come, come if you have a kind, pass on another ......"

As soon as he said this, his voice suddenly stopped, as if he was being choked by an invisible hand. His disdainful smile froze on his face like a frozen corpse.

I saw that while he was talking, the ball in Wen Hao's hand suddenly smashed towards his crotch, and before he could react, it had already passed through his crotch, rebounded high, and came to the top of No. 11's head. No. 11 was prepared this time, got up with the ball, and smashed the ball into the basket for the third time.

The players on the Pistons bench suddenly shut up and looked at the Rockets' No. 5 on the court in disbelief. This kid......

The fans at the scene also looked at the Rockets No. 5 in amazement, and this time the pass was even more exciting than the one just now.

"Good shot!" In the Rockets' rest area, all the players stood up excitedly at this time, Sparks and Beard waved the white towel in their hands at the same time, and Jeremy Lin also clapped his hands and stood up. This pass really has its own style.

"Whew." Number 11 landed on the ground and exhaled. This is the coolest game I played since returning to the Rockets. After returning to the Rockets, he could only succumb to the bench position, and rarely had so many opportunities to dunk. And today, with Wen Hao's three consecutive assists, he deducted three in a row, which also strengthened his confidence a lot. Thinking of this, No. 11 came to Wen Hao and said, "That's right, just do it, I'm looking forward to seeing you again in the training hall tomorrow." ”

Wen Hao understood what No. 11 meant, and nodded emphatically: "It will definitely be." "If your contract expires today, you're likely to leave tomorrow. But if he performs well tonight, he may be able to get the Rockets to sign with him. That's what "goodbye to you" means.

After talking to the 11th, he turned his head and glanced at Blake faintly, as if to say "you asked me to pass it on". Blake was directly angered by Wen Hao's gaze, and his face turned pale. I was actually played by such an unpopular character.

Looking at the backs of Wen Hao and No. 11, and looking at the laughter of his teammates on the sidelines, as if he was laughing at himself for being teased twice in a row, Blake clenched his fists tightly and shouted angrily in his heart: "Chinese Yankee, I will let you know how good I am." ”

The Pistons attacked, and Blake still got the ball. This time, because of his anger, he didn't say a word, and squeezed directly towards Wen Hao. He wanted to make Wen Hao hold his shoulders and tremble again.

But just as he squeezed over, he felt a light in front of him, and he couldn't hold his feet, so he threw himself straight ahead. It turned out that Wen Hao directly got out of the way when he was about to break through.

However, this was not the end of it, and when he pounced in front, a huge figure was already standing there. The next moment-

"Bang." There was a muffled thud of muscles, and Blake took two steps back. He slammed into No. 11's body, his chest hurting like a hammer, and he could barely breathe.

The one-meter-nine scoring guard collided head-on with the two-meter-26 center, and the sports car hit the city wall, so it's no wonder that he didn't hurt.

At this time, Wen Hao took the opportunity to pick up the ball and ran towards the Pistons halfcourt. When the Rocket team saw Wen Hao controlling the ball, everyone was in high spirits, and they followed Wen Hao to the front court like a gust of wind.

The Pistons' point guard retreated the fastest, and he stood under the basket early waiting for Wen Hao's fast break. However, to his surprise, after Wen Hao entered the three-point line, he did not accelerate, but slowed down. After the other two teammates are parallel to him, he sends his right hand to the right.

The Pistons point guard was busy sealing towards Wen Hao's right, but at this moment, Wen Hao's right hand was withdrawn and sent to his teammates on the left.

The Pistons point guard has been playing point guard since his debut, and he is extremely experienced, he has long guarded against Wen Hao's move, and he left some strength in the first time, and turned around at this time for the first time to defend against Wen Hao's left side.

"It's not good, it's going to be robbed!" No. 11, who had just reached the middle line, shouted in his heart.

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