"I really envy this guy, he gives people the feeling that he can fly. Alas, envy, envy. Oakley sighed wryly.

After Jordan watched Wu Di's gliding slam dunk in front of the free throw line just now, his whole blood boiled, and he seemed to have found the days of youth back then, and that feeling was really wonderful.

The god of basketball felt as if he was much younger, and his face was red at this time.

"You can tell if you look at his calves, his calves are very long, and his Achilles tendon is long, and he reminds me of David Thompson." Jordan was stunned, as if he was thinking about something.

Oakley chuckled and said, "Michael, don't you think he's more like you?" He can fly just as well as you, maybe he scores in a completely different way than you, and he's not as comprehensive as you. But I always feel like he's more like you? ”

When Jordan heard this, he smiled happily, and then shook his head: "No, he is not like me, his body is very similar to me when I was in North Carolina, that's all." And we live in different times, and the direction of growth will not be the same. Maybe he's going to be a very distinctive player, he's a goalscorer with Michael's body. ”

"Yes, I want him to be healthy. And then he gains some weight, maybe he can be a great guy. His dunk was so floaty, and I didn't want him to gain weight. ”

"Sometimes it's good to gain a little bit of weight, he's only 200 pounds, and don't forget that I was lighter than him when I first entered the NBA. But then I gained almost 220 pounds, and I was able to play more easily and aggressively. Jordan said thoughtfully.

Oakley clicked his mouth, as if he was a little lost, and after a long time he said, "I suddenly have some regrets. Why wasn't I a 6-foot-6" or 7-inch defender in the first place? I think that's the way I'm most likely to succeed. ”

When Jordan heard this, he was so happy that he pointed to Oakley's body and said, "Charles, I think you will be the second Charles Barkley, and you will still be an inside lineman." Ha lu haha. ”

On the side of the live broadcast, Barkley couldn't help but sneeze, he frowned, looked at the two people on the Wizards bench who were laughing suspiciously, and he couldn't help but ask Kenny Smith.

"What do you think those two guys are laughing at?"

Smith had just recovered from Wu Di's gliding dunk when he looked in surprise in the direction Barkley was pointing.

Jordan and Oakley laughing together? What's going on here?

After a thoughtful pause, Kenny Smith couldn't help but shake his head: "It's really hard to guess this. I think he's talking about some hapless guy, you know, and they like to do that a lot when they're together. ”

Barkley seemed to have a bad premonition, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn, these two guys have always had bad mouths. ”

Smith laughed twice and ignored Jordan's business.

"Charles, you see, that ball not long ago, Wu Di was able to glide so far, it was a wonderful dunk."

"That's all he's capable of, and I've been advising him that he needs to take good care of his knees. Young people always like to be in the limelight, and there will definitely be something for him in the future. ”

Smith looked at Barkley, who was not very good-looking, and he suddenly felt that this fat pig should not come to broadcast a game about the Wizards because he was always so unhappy.

"I suddenly thought of a sentence, maybe this should be called, yellow people can fly."

"Well, damn the yellow man can fly too, I hope he can fly for a little longer."

Barkley's voice fell into everyone's ears, and people couldn't help but think about it.

This boy in China has proven that he is not a parallel import.

On the contrary, he is still a gifted fellow, but when will he prove that he is not a glass man?

And his first season in the NBA seems to have been injured for 20 games, right?

Worry is worry, but the game still needs to be watched.

Wu Di ran slowly, he sent an assist just now, and the opponent is probably busy serving now.

"Rookie, what are you thinking?"

A voice came from behind him, followed by a human head coming out of one side.

Wu Di secretly cursed in his heart, the damned Reggie Miller is simply ghostly.

"I know you're definitely thinking about what kind of reason you're going to lose today."

As he spoke, Miller had already accelerated his dribbling, and in the moment when Wu Di was in a trance, he had reached the three-point line.

Call~

One by one, the fans stood up, and they saw that Reggie Miller had jumped up and shot.

Wu Di felt the difference around him, and when he reflexively looked up, the basketball in Reggie Miller's hand had already flown out.

What kind of play is this?

Wu Di couldn't understand in his heart, this Reggie Miller actually controlled the ball and made a shot in the half, is this an alternative three-point chase?

After Wu Di's observation of this game, he found that Miller's shooting arc is very high, and his shooting speed is extremely fast, which is really difficult for ordinary people to defend without defense.

Seeing that the basketball didn't go into the net bag, Wu Di couldn't help but spit out.

"See, rookie, you need to learn, so it's a good choice to shoot, at least there's no defense."

Miller laughed and retreated, but his voice seemed to be there all the time.

"You're a bad shot, uncle, you're really old, I think you should choose to go home with your children after this season. That's what you're supposed to do, don't you think you're going to make other people think a lot about it? ”

Wu Di's eyes flickered, and he couldn't stop looking at the other Pacers players as he spoke. Miller's goal just now surprised everyone, including his teammates who were already in position.

O'Neill Jr. and Brad Miller looked at each other, both silent, while Metawaldpease interjected: "Whether it's the right way or not, it's always a good goal." ”

As soon as these words came out, Miller, who was dribbling over, couldn't help frowning, this guy's thinking is really not something that people can understand.

Miller felt like he wanted to grab Waldpis by the ear, and then asked him, couldn't he understand the mockery in Wu Di's words?

Wu Di looked at the fierce man who spoke with interest, Metavold Pis was notoriously bad-tempered, but he didn't have any feelings for this guy with a fierce face, he didn't think he was fierce, but he thought he was cute.

"Mehta, you're right, as a playmaker, he should put the ball in your hands."

"Rookie, it's nothing to do with you, so you better keep your mouth shut." Waldpis wasn't stupid, and he clearly sensed Miller's upset.

But to Mehta's displeasure, the Chinese don't seem to have any intention of stopping.

"Right here, there's always been a guy telling me to talk more and do less, and I think it's right, so I've been doing it."

Call~

There were a few deep breaths on the court, and the Pacers players obviously couldn't stand it, this guy was just too wordy, like a bastard, and his broken mouth was really comparable to their old boss Reggie Miller.

"You're still fucking verbose."

Miller scolded angrily, and then came to Wu Di's side with the ball.

At this point, the score was tied at 74-77, and the Wizards were still three points behind, and for either team, this score was not very safe for either team.

The fans were shouting and cheering, and they were not making noise at this time, but cheering for the home team.

Wu Di stared at Miller carefully, for the 38-year-old player, the only thing he had to do was to restrain him from putting cold arrows outside.

"Really, you can't do it with your legs and feet, and you can't break through even if I'm standing here." Wu Di opened two pairs of long arms, and the arm span of more than 7 feet 1 was fully displayed.

Miller snorted heavily, forcing himself not to be stimulated.

Looking at Miller, who waved over Metawoldpis to block the demolition, Wu Di couldn't help but laugh shamefully: "I also know that you can only do this, but you still can't have a chance to score." ”

Peng?

Unexpectedly, Meta looked to the side in some amazement, and Number 14 flashed past him.

After Miller borrowed the pick-and-roll, he just pulled it up.

However, at this time, a voice came out of his ear.

'I said you couldn't score.

The fans were stunned, and a crunch of caps rang out.

Miller had anger on his face, but he immediately turned to look for the basketball that had been photographed.

However, just as he was about to get his hands on the basketball, a big hand waved out again, and the basketball was stabbed out a little.

"Damn it!"

Miller scolded angrily.

But he was still in a hurry to catch up, and the shot of Wu Di's dunk just now was still vivid, and he couldn't give him this chance again.

Fans on the sidelines danced wildly with inflatable sticks to make noise, but when they found that Wu Di didn't seem to be affected at all, they switched to lion roar.

"What the fuck, stop him, can't let him dunk again."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Seeing Wu Di's slowing pace, everyone couldn't help but exhale.

But then a bad thought arose in their hearts, this guy, he is a three-pointer!!

Miller, who was standing under the basket, was anxious, and he felt that even if there was a cannon port in front of him, he would not hesitate to block it.

But Wu Di did not give him such a chance.

Get up, raise your hand, and press down!

The broad palms, long fingers, and soft lines make the basketball a wonderful one.

Swish~

The basketball falls into the net bag.

"Rookie, you can't score any more goals."

Miller let out an angry roar, he was genuinely angry.

He's a three-point king, and he can't tolerate this kind of thing happening.

The superstar arrogance that existed in his heart rose, and the self-confidence and competitiveness in his bones forced him to completely suppress Wu Di.

Wu Di shook his shoulders, spread his hands, and directly ignored the fire in Miller's eyes.

"During this time, a lot of people have said this to me, but they have never done it."