"Huh." Wen Hao had his second volleyball-style assist of the game, and Parsons made three points to help the Rockets narrow the gap to three points. At this moment, the entire Wizards' home court was surprised.

"That Rocket 5, it's so hateful, it can pass the ball so beautifully." One fan, in astonishment, said something that sounded inconsistent.

"It's like playing volleyball, and the hand doesn't stick to the ball, and the direction is uncertain, who can prevent such an assist?" Another fan also amazed in surprise. Although he is a Wizards fan, he can't help but admire in front of Wen Hao's beautiful pass.

"Bill, guard against number five. You've beaten him offensively, and you're going to let him fail badly defensively. Another fan couldn't help but scream.

In front of the two TVs in Houston, Yu Song and Harper waved their fists in unison and said excitedly: "It's here, it's finally here!" This is the real Wen Hao. ”

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The smile on the Wizards' head coach's face has disappeared and has been replaced by solemnity. He now finally understands why McHale left No. 5 on the field. Although the No. 5's defense is terrible, his assists are like a sharp sword, the sword pierces the heart, and it is impossible to guard against it.

The expression on McHale's face, which had always been not very good-looking, also disappeared at this time, and he looked at Wen Hao, who looked confident after the assist on the field, and seemed to understand in his heart. He understood why Wen Hao suddenly regained his confidence after not achieving anything in the first quarter, and this was because Wen Hao had already figured it out at that time. Since he can't defend Beal, he will stop digging into the horns and spending energy on the defensive end and focus all his energy on offense. For every two-point Bill scores, Wen Hao assists his teammates with a three-pointer. And Beal's shooting rate is only more than 40 percent, while Wen Hao's assist teammates' shooting rate reaches 70 percent, Wen Hao's offensive efficiency is far greater than Beal's. Therefore, Wen Hao wisely chose to attack against attack.

Knowing this, McHale secretly said in his heart: "It seems that my arrangement is wrong, not his ability." I'm really old. ”

On the field, after Wen Hao's second wonderful assist, the disdain on Beal's face had disappeared and was replaced by solemnity. He really didn't expect that this Chinese's assist was so peculiar and accurate, and it seemed that he was underestimating this Chinese.

Thinking of this, Bill glanced at Wen Hao's back and said, "Hmph, Chinese, don't worry, the game has just begun." ”

In the next ball, Bill faced Wen Hao, broke through easily again, turned around, and still looked at Wen Hao defiantly: "Chinese, your defense is like a three-year-old child, crossing you is as simple as crossing the road." ”

Wen Hao didn't seem to hear it at all, and had already run to the front court to prepare for an attack.

Bill couldn't help but be angry, and swung his fist hard at Wen Hao's back. He had never met such an opponent before, and no matter how provocative he tried to spew trash talk, he would not reply a word. But on the offensive end, he will hit himself back with wonderful assists again and again. For a defender, that's the most powerful blow, much more effective than trash talk.

Bill thought like this, caught up with Wen Hao, and while sticking to Wen Hao's defense, he said: "Chinese, don't talk, it's good, tonight I'm going to let you have nothing to say on both the defensive and offensive ends." Saying that, he followed Wen Hao closely, not falling a step, just like when Wen Hao defended him.

Wen Hao smiled slightly, suddenly accelerated, and shuttled among the informants.

“**。” Bill scolded and hurriedly followed Wen Hao into the inside, but when he crossed the inside, he found that Wen Hao had already asked for the ball outside the three-point line.

“**。” Bill scolded again, hurriedly pounced on Wen Hao, he couldn't let this Chinese pass the ball, let alone let this Chinese score in front of him, not even a point.

After Wen Hao got the ball, he didn't move in the face of Bill's defense, just standing in place with the ball with one hand.

Bill was stunned, not knowing what the hell Wen Hao was doing.

The commentary at the scene was also a little puzzled: "The Rockets almost never touched the ball for more than a second after the No. 5 came on the court, he never stuck to the ball with his hands, and passed the ball when he received it." This time, he stood there with the ball in his hand, neither passing nor attacking, what did he want to do? ”

"It's normal for him not to attack," another commentator said, "and as far as I know, 95 percent of his passes are direct passes after receiving the ball, and very few are breaking through and splitting the ball or anything like that." That is, he will hardly break through. His speed is too slow, and even if he can trick defenders with feints, he will be caught up by defenders again. Speed, that's his biggest weakness, defensively, and offense. ”

"Since he can't break through, why not pass the ball quickly? He only seems to be able to pass the ball quickly, and how can he attack without it? ”

The two commentators were still puzzled, but Wen Hao on the field had already moved. He didn't move his hands and feet, but his eyes moved. He glanced at No. 11 on the inside, and No. 11, who was scrambling for position, immediately understood, and took three steps to the outside of the three-point line to block Beal's side.

At this moment, Wen Hao suddenly got up and bypassed No. 11 to kill inside. Bill wanted to defend against Wen Hao, but No. 11 was like a hill, blocking him completely. He was in a hurry, and hurriedly bypassed the 11th to chase Wen Hao. Their inner line also pounced on Wen Hao at this time, and their huge palms slapped down on Wen Hao's head and face. A smile already appeared on his face, and this ball, he covered it.

But when his round giant palm slapped down, it fell into the air, and he leaned and almost fell to the ground. He was shocked: what about the ball? I was obviously watching the ball fan go down, how could it suddenly fall short?

The thoughts in his mind had not yet fully flashed, and behind him, there was a loud "bang", like a thunderbolt in a sunny day. No. 11's huge figure hung down from the basket, domineering.

At this time, the center of the Wizards finally reacted: blocking and dismantling, it turned out to be a blocking and dismantling!

But even though he knew that it was a block between No. 5 and No. 11, he still didn't understand that the ball was clearly in No. 11's hand just now, and he didn't see him pass the ball at all. And how could the ball suddenly appear in the hand of number 11?

He didn't see it, but Bill, who was following him, did. He clearly saw that when the center pounced on Wen Hao, while Wen Hao made a shooting movement with his left hand, he made a ground pass with his right hand, and passed to the following No. 11 from the crotch of the center.

"Damn No. 5," Bill cursed in his heart, "such a pass is unguardable, too hidden, too deceitful." Damn No. 5! ”

The anger in Bill's heart was finally hooked up by Wen Hao. Before, his attitude towards Wen Hao had always been disdainful, but now, stimulated by Wen Hao's repeated wonderful passes, he finally became serious. He must not allow a Chinese to run rampant in front of him.

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