Daktronics. Milicic had a charming smile on his face, but his smile didn't last long, as he ran to the touchline to prepare for a second attack.

Bill. Ranbill's eyes kept on me and Darko. Milicic spun back and forth, looking at us incessantly, patting his head with his left hand from time to time, frowning slightly from time to time, as if trying to think about something?

I thought Bill. Ranbir had seen something and he needed to call a timeout. But Bill. Ranbir didn't choose to take a timeout, he seemed ready to take another look, and of course it was possible that he didn't see anything at all.

But no matter Bill. Did Ranbir notice the difference, but I did find something different, and it was likely to have some very positive chemistry in the future.

Daktronics. Milicic was still throwing the basketball to Chris. After Du Hong, he rushed to the inside line, ready to grab the position, but the lack of strength made him fight with the hairless hero Charlie. Villanueva had less than the slightest advantage in the confrontation.

Chris. Du Hong delivered the basketball to me again. I carried the basket on my back and snuggled up to Emeka with my body. Okafor, twisting his neck from left to right, carefully observed the position of everyone on the field, silently made an estimate in his heart, and analyzed the tactics to be used next.

The thumb, index finger, and middle finger are still stretched out, but this time the difference is that the direction of the three fingers is a little different.

A hard blow to the back knocked Emeka again. Okafor slammed back half a step, and then I turned around very easily, and went forward, stepped up, and jumped......

Charlie. Villanueva had already stepped in, his outstretched right hand over my head again......

If it were in an official match, I believe I would have lived up to the expectations of the crowd and would have resolved the fight with a powerful personal dunk.

But it's not an official game, it's a half-court battle where I train my passes. The first thing I have to do is train my passing.

Flip your wrist slightly. Then I threw it hard behind me, and the basketball flew straight over my head to my back.

Before starting, my gestures had been very clear about the route Dakomilisic needed to run, and I had already observed it before I made a strong spurt. There is not a single defender outside the three-point line facing the basket. If he wasn't an idiot, he wasn't blind, he would have stood there and picked up my passes.

"Attention, Darko!" Christian. Leitner shouted loudly from the sidelines.

Emeka was originally disrupting on my side. Okafor turned and ran to the outside of the three-point line. Go block Daktronics. Milicic.

The ball is still on a high path and is out of reach for the average perimeter player, but that doesn't stop Darko. Milicic caught the ball, and he just jumped lightly, and the fiery red elf landed in his hands. Then took a step forward. With a slight adjustment, he jumped up lightly on the three-point line, holding the ball in both hands, ready to replicate the last offense.

But Emeka. Okafor announced the failure of his replication when Daktronic. Milicic jumped to the top when Emeka did. Okafor was fully defended and his stout right arm was already in Dako. Milicic waved in front of him.

Ready to fly, had to!

Basketball from the Dacko. Milicic's hand flew up and over Emeka. Okafor's outstretched right fingertips. But what is clear is that the end of the arc of the basketball flight is not the basket.

I could hear a relaxed gasp coming from the crowd on the pitch, and perhaps in their opinion, this was the end of the half-court attack.

However, I am not among them. Because I'm in basketball from the Dako. The moment Milicic's hand left, he saw Darko. Milicic glanced at me.

As long as you're standing on the pitch, as long as you're not a fool, you're not an idiot. You'll naturally understand the meaning of that look.

I spread my arms and kicked hard with my feet. Jumping in the air, his eyes wide open, and looking at Darko seriously. Milicic in the direction, looking at the basketball from Emeka. Okafor's fingertips slid over and watched as the basketball made a graceful arc and flew in the direction of my left hand.

In the midst of everyone's stunned, I grabbed the fiery red elf with my left hand, and then made an 18o degree turn in the air, and slammed the basketball into the basket with my left hand.

There was silence in the small arena, no one cheered, no one cheered, everyone's faces were full of surprise and incredulity.

In the midst of everyone's stunned, I grabbed the fiery red elf with my left hand, and then made an 18o degree turn in the air, and slammed the basketball into the basket with my left hand.

There was silence in the small arena, no one cheered, no one cheered, everyone's faces were full of surprise and incredulity.

Daktronics. Milicic rushed up and high-fived me in the air with his right palm, as if it were the final goal in the Grand Finals.

Drip......

The whistle sounds......

But this is not Al. Jefferson's whistle blew, but instead the defending head coach Christian stood on the sidelines. Lightner.

Everyone turned to look at Christian. Leitner, Christian. Leitner also seemed to blow the whistle unconsciously, and his expression was a little unnatural under the gaze of everyone. He waved his right hand vigorously and said loudly: "How do you defend it?" Can't you see that Daktronics is already empty? Do you want to cut off Kwame's passing route......"

In Christian. After Leitner's roar, the half-time offense and defense restarted again.

Once again, the basketball was in my hands. I held the ball in both hands at my waist and leaned my back against Emeca. Okafor, twisting his neck, looked around.

Charlie. Villanueva was clinging to Dactronic. Milicic, not a step.

Root. Gordon stuck to Chris. Duhon, using his height and strength, pushed Chris hard. Du Hong squeezed to the outside line, not allowing him to have a chance to insert the inside line.

Rohr. Deng hands on Sean. Livingston's body kept groping, constantly adjusting his steps, blocking Sean. Livingston's move.

Kevin. Martin and Andre. Iguodala was entangled, and the two men kept tugging at each other, one trying to get rid of it, the other trying to stop it......

Wait a minute......

The one walking on the bottom line of the basketball court is......

With a quick glance, I saw a figure that shouldn't be in my field of vision, Christian. Leitner walked along the sidelines to the offensive bench, even though there were only two people on the offensive bench......

What's going on?

At that moment, my brain had a short circuit and crashed.

Emeka behind her. Okafor took advantage of my distraction and turned around my left side and stretched out his right hand to poke the basketball in my hand.

The basketball is lost.

But I reacted quickly, I took a step forward and copied the basketball in my hand again, I turned around and lifted the basketball above my head in the air.

Emeka. Okafor reacted quickly, and he jumped straight up half a step in front of me, just in front of me.

Emeka. Okafor's defense is on point! If you don't eat him with force, it will really take a lot of effort to kill him.

I had to be ready to fly, and I seemed to have the only choice in the air to force my shot.

I stared at the basket with my eyes and unconsciously swept my eyes down, and now Darko was under the basket. Milicic is moving quickly to the baseline, defending his Charlie. Villanueva was following him closely.

The basket is empty......

At the same time, a small man in a symbolic offensive and defensive jersey was cutting down my side to the basket.

It's Chris. Du Hong......

The body is falling, and the toes have not yet touched the ground.

I tried to straighten my back, increase my time in the air, and silently calculate Chris in my mind. Du Hong's degree calculates when he will be able to reach the most appropriate place to turn, what kind of strength I use, and what kind of arc can I give him a level of wonderful pass.

Emeka. Okafor was already on the ground with both feet on the ground, and my toes were only a few centimeters away from the ground, and my wrists pushed up hard, pushing the fiery red elf away from my grasp in a large arc.

The basketball was flying, and when he was halfway there, Chris. Du Hong turned his body at the right time, reached out to the basketball that was flying behind him, and then gently lifted it, and the basketball was easily sent into the basket by him......

Another easy goal.

Emeka. Okafor ran to the baseline to pick up the basketball and slapped it hard, venting his anger.

Chris. Dujon came over and high-fived me in celebration.

I turned my head to look at the sidelines, Christian. Lightner and Bill. Ranbir was writing and drawing on the sidelines with a white tactical board, and the two of them were still whispering to each other. The two of them didn't seem to notice the qiē on the field at all.

Daktronics. Milicic stood on the touchline again and gave the ball to Chris. Duhon, Chris. When Dujon was about to hoist the ball to me again, the whistle sounded again, and when I turned my head, it was still Christian who was blowing. Lightner.

"Christian, what's wrong?" I walked to Christian. Lightner's side, surprised, asked.

Christian. Lightner and Bill. Ranbir smiled at each other, then turned his head and said happily to me, "Kwame, I think we've found the best tactic for you......"

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