When the domestic commentator was looking forward to a better future, Yao Ming scored again, and this time he also earned a foul from Yang Mo.

When Alston passed the ball in, Yang Mo hurriedly rushed out to steal and intercept, but Yao Ming had already aimed at his movements from the corner of his eye, so he grabbed the basketball first. After receiving the basketball, he quickly turned around and bumped into Yang Mo, and then deliberately threw the basketball out of his hand with an awkward move...... Swish!

The basketball went into the net, and the referee decisively gave Yang Mo a foul.

Although Yang Mo ate this foul very innocently, there was no way, who let himself be fooled? Therefore, he did not argue and let the punishment be.

"Kid, you're still a little tender." When Yao Ming stood on the free throw line, he did not forget to tease Yang Mo in Chinese.

Yang Mo listened to it and replied directly with trash talk: "What's so good about picking up a piece of shit with the help of the referee?" ”

“……”

Yao Ming didn't react a little, and after half a while, he realized that Yang Mo said that he was just lucky. wanted to fight back, but Yang Mo had already run to the front to get ready to grab a rebound. Suddenly his heart choked extremely uncomfortable, he really had never seen a Chinese player with such a bad mouth.

"This kid really doesn't want to suffer at all, it's no wonder that he can suppress a group of old players as a rookie player, it's too strong."

Yao Ming said silently in his heart, in fact, he admired Yang Mo a lot, he felt that it was a good thing that Yang Mo had such a personality, he had to be domineering when he played basketball, he just suffered a loss of not being domineering enough. was teased and teased on the court.

Boom!

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, he has always been accurate in free throws, he actually missed free throws, and Yang Mo squeezed away Scola and easily picked up the rebound. Then handed it to Mario Chammos, who just wanted to run a fast attack but found that Artest and Weaver were already waiting in the half, so he had no choice but to let Chandos reduce his speed and slowly run towards the front court.

On the way to the frontcourt, Yang Mo didn't forget to joke to Yao Ming beside him: "You just picked up a foul on shit luck, and in the end didn't you turn it into a rebound and return it to me?" This is how good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Do you understand? ”

Yao Ming was chased by Yang Mo to talk trash and felt very noisy. If he knew that Yang Mo would be so difficult on the field, he wouldn't have invited the two of them to lunch. How can anyone eat their own food and scold themselves, don't they all say that they eat people and have a soft mouth? This guy has a hard mouth!

Yang Mo said a few words, then sped up and came to the free throw line, just about to ask for the ball. Artest got entangled. Sure enough, as he said, the Rockets specially sent him over to defend tonight.

"Boy, don't try to score on my head, I said I'd show you how good I am." Artest spoke ruthlessly while following Yang Mo closely, completely forgetting the lesson Yang Mo gave him before the opening.

Yang Mo didn't want to play singles yet, but now that Artest said so, he can't beat him if he doesn't play any of them.

Yang Mo is this violent temper, you dare to provoke me. I'll crush you to death right away. Never play any gentleman's revenge for ten years, it is not too late to lie on the salary and taste the guts, and if you want to destroy it, you will destroy it on the spot. Save your crooked nonsense and noisy ears.

Immediately, Yang Mo stuck Artest with his back, and then reached out to ask for the ball. Artest has been working hard behind Yang Mo's back, trying to create difficulties for Yang Mo's card position. But? His little strength is really not enough, it is equivalent to a seven-year-old child trying to push a man in the prime of life, isn't this like tickling?

Artest is true to be strong, but that's also relative to the outside players. And Yang Mo is the strongest center in the history of the NBA, the peak power of the shark in the NBA, it is a god blocking the killing Buddha and blocking the Buddha, catching the ball is three steps, one to shoot the ball, two to arch the opponent, and three to turn and dunk. It's as simple as that, no matter how many people you hang on your body, Lao Tzu wants to detain no one and stop it.

The peak strength of the shark was condensed into Yang Mo's height of 1.94 meters, and the energy that erupted from each muscle can be imagined.

Therefore, Yang Mo caught the basketball passed by Qian Moss very easily, and then used the inside technique very decisively...... Boom! Burst! Boom! Burst!

Yang Mo slapped the ball and kept hitting it in, and at the first two times, Artest could still grit his teeth and hold on. By the third time, he had to unload his strength, because if he continued to wrestle with such a stubborn confrontation, he would have to be knocked down directly. Artest didn't want to lose face, so he had to unload his strength.

Yang Mo saw that he unloaded his strength, and he no longer squeezed into the inner line, after all, there are now four people in the inner line, one is two meters twenty and twenty six, one is two meters and one eight, and there are two or so two two meters and eight meters, which squeezes the restricted area to the brim, and still doesn't go in to join in the fun.

So, when Yang Mo stepped into the free throw line, his shoulders suddenly shook, and Atai hurriedly came up and tried to defend closely. But as soon as he put it up, Yang Mo's buttocks curled...... Burst!

Just hit his lower body, he subconsciously let out a 'wow' and gasped fiercely.

At this moment, Yang Mo's buttocks were close to his body and suddenly turned around, and then quickly pushed the ball into the sky. The action is so realistic and fast that Artest subconsciously jumps up. Seeing this, Yang Mo quickly stepped up, as if Yao Ming had deceived himself into committing a foul, relying on Atai's body to throw the basketball awkwardly...... Drip!

As soon as the basketball flew out, the referee blew the whistle.

Boom! The basketball hit the top edge of the basket, and the Rockets fans breathed a sigh of relief. And just as Scola under the basket was about to take off the rebound, the basketball actually fell straight into the Nets...... Swish!

yes！

Yang Mo saw the basketball enter the net and waved his arm excitedly. Then he said to Artest, who had a foul: "Is this the defensive skill of the NBA's best defensive player?" How is it similar to Uncle Wang in my former community? He is a retired worker, and his left leg was injured in the Battle to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and your defensive movements are really exactly the same. Have you also been on the battlefield in Korea? ”

Being teased and sarcastic by Yang Mo like this, Artest's old face was all purple, and he kept adjusting his breathing in anger, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions and punch Yang Mo's face.

In this regard, Yang Mo was not stunned at all, he dared to do it first, and Yang Mo beat him into a baked cake in minutes.

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