The Timberwolves' player psychology has changed subtly, as one of the team's best rookies this year, the court is full of passion, and Gibson, who dares to compete with Duncan, does not dare to breathe at this time.

Zheng Ke's heart was very confused, he didn't know what was wrong with him, but he did have an evil fire that he wanted to vent.

As the head coach Whitman, he has been studying tactics and discussing countermeasures with his team for the past two days, and when he saw Zheng Ke such a scene, he felt really sad and felt that his efforts were in vain.

The basketball concepts of the two collided extremely fiercely at this moment.

Zheng Ke felt that he was right. A team like Spurs, fighting tactics, is simply asking for a dead end. Only talent, only great basketball talent can beat such a team. Whether it is Durant or James later, in the process of defeating the Spurs, it is their outstanding talent that they rely on. Simple tactics and unreasonable playing styles can play the greatest effect.

The crack crept up at that moment, and it was too conspicuous to be filled.

When they came on the field, the two did not speak, and the cold and unfamiliar atmosphere was as if an ice wall had been built between the once close master and apprentice, separating the two ends.

The Timberwolves players became more silent than the Spurs, and Duncan was surprised to spot the scene after returning from a timeout. Gibson, who has always liked to chatter behind him, also rarely closed his foul mouth at this time, he is a psychology major, and he noticed the changes in the Timberwolves at a glance, knowing that something significant must have happened during the pause.

"Give it to me."

Zheng Ke didn't speak. But Billups still gave the ball the first time. Zheng Ke didn't know what Lu Dao was, and he wanted to vent something in his heart at the moment.

Jefferson held his breath and widened his eyes. A hand was stretched out in front of Zheng Ke and shaken.

A flame was burning in Zheng Ke's body.

"呲~"

The sneakers rubbed violently on the floor, and Zheng Ke's ghostly form took a lightning step in the blink of an eye, and then broke through to the same level as Jeffson.

"What?"

Jefferson was taken aback, but his body didn't have time to react, all he could do was roll his eyes at that moment and see the scene of Zheng Ke's jersey flying.

The bow is like a cheetah. Lightning-fast.

Zheng Ke's movements were as fast as a white lightning bolt, piercing the spur's heart. That moment. People couldn't see him, only the white shadow.

Under the basket is McDyce, a 36-year-old veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time, but at this moment he has forgotten about defensive moves.

It's because it's too fast. It's because it's too late to react. Or is it because Zheng Ke's momentum is too amazing. In short, when Zheng Ke leaped over his head regardless of it, he finally remembered to dodge, but it was too late.

Zheng Ke in the air, his waist sank, and he asked the sky with the ball in one hand.

He didn't make any fancy moves, but the moment he waved his hand, he used all his strength. It was the first time he had dunked so hard in a game, as if he wanted to vent all his strength. That's an unreserved attitude. A desperate release!

"Boom!"

Zheng Ke has never jumped so high when the broadcast footage shows. Even more than half a head of the basket. He had never worked so hard, and for the first time he felt a great pain when his thick-skinned hands smashed against the iron basket. The pain only deepened the anger in his heart, and after he knocked over McDyes, he stood bloodthirsty under the basket, roaring so insolently for the first time, as if he was venting everything in his heart.

The people cheered, and looking at the man under the basket with clenched fists and roaring, it was as if they had seen a king. In their field of vision, the protagonist is only Zheng Ke.

McDyce collapsed under the basket.

He felt pain all over his body, especially in his face, and despite being a tough guy known in the league, he didn't have the strength to stand up at the moment. It seemed to be drained because of the pain, and you must know that the moment he made intimate contact with Zheng Ke just now, Zheng Ke's knee hit his chest firmly.

The Spurs nervously surrounded McDyce.

McDyce spread out his hands covering his face, and there was a burst of exclamation around him.

"God!"

Slow motion shows Zheng Ke knocking down McDyce, and the moment it touches, Zheng Ke's pelvis hits McHale's face. McDyce's face was covered in blood, tears mixed with blood spilled all over the hem of his clothes. It's not easy to be a veteran, this time it seems that the bridge of the nose has been broken by Zheng Ke! People who watch it in slow motion can't help but gasp.

The referee stopped the game, and the paramedics came up to treat McDice immediately, and then, at Popovich's signal, McDyess stood up and walked back to the locker room for further treatment.

The fans applauded with blessings, but there were always some screams of cheer and cheer, as if they wanted to see it, and it looked like they were snickering.

Zheng Ke, the initiator, did not have the slightest guilty expression on his face, people are drifting in the rivers and lakes, who can not be knifed?

But the breath in his heart was cleared a lot, and he felt comfortable. The problem between Whitman and him, he has no time to think about it now, and the priority is to take the Spurs first.

Popovich vacillated between Bonner and Blair, and finally chose Blair, who has excellent strength, after all, Pekovic on the Timberwolves' side is also a heavyweight, and he just needs Blair to restrain him.

The game continued.

The Timberwolves currently have a six-point lead of 10-4 and have started the game well. And on the Spurs' side, after such a stubble, it is inevitable that there will be fluctuations in their hearts. After all, not everyone is Duncan, so in this round, Jefferson was in a hurry to find his way back to the court and forced a breakthrough to Zheng Ke. Unexpectedly, Zheng Ke was stuck in the body, Zheng Ke stretched out his long hand, like a snake without bones, went around to the side of Jefferson's dribble, and gently clicked off his dribble.

"Smack!"

The sound of heaven sounded like a nightmare to Jefferson. His body because of inertia. He continued to rush forward a few steps, but Zheng Ke did not move in place and easily grabbed the ball.

"Attack!"

Only for a moment. It's a word that pops into the minds of all the players and fans.

And Zheng Ke's strong reflex nerve was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and he took the lead in running through the half, and immediately continued to increase his speed, widening the distance with everyone.

"Is there any reason to run so fast with the ball?" Parker chased after him for a few steps, and found that Zheng Ke's back was getting farther and farther away, and he couldn't help but scold him for being perverted. But he forgot that he was also one of the fastest players in the NBA to advance on the ball.

Zheng Ke turned his head to look, but no one followed.

He still had a faint pain in his right hand now, and ran to the basket. Jump up in three easy steps, then put the ball into the frame without your hands touching the hoop. Although it is not as violent as just now, it has a few more elegant looks.

12 to 4. The Timberwolves lead by eight points.

The Spurs were beaten by the Timberwolves at the beginning of the game. The situation became extremely unfavorable, and Popovich frowned deeply on the sidelines, puzzled.

Whitman was also puzzled. Whitman's face was still ugly, just now, his once closest disciple broke out into a cold war with him, and the awkward atmosphere made him feel that he was completely ignored as a head coach, and he had a feeling of not being respected. And he always believes that it is still Zheng Ke who is wrong. He had already drawn out the tactical arrangements of the Spurs in great detail, but the disciples did not follow his arrangements. This made him extremely uncomfortable, and seeing the Timberwolves leading the score on the court was like slapping him in the face a few times, making him feel embarrassed.

The game was carried out minute by minute under the attention of everyone with different thoughts.

Zheng Ke still followed his idea and kept attacking the Spurs with various individual skills, and only Billups, the Timberwolves' No. 2 man, and Afflalo, the No. 3 man on the court, responded to him. The three outside linemen took turns holding the ball and rushed into the Spurs, and the first quarter was 36-22, and the Timberwolves led by as many as 14 points.

Zheng Ke scored 17 points in a single quarter and walked off the court sweating.

If it were usual, Whitman would have stepped forward and patted Zheng Ke intimately as a sign of encouragement and praise. But at this moment, Zheng Ke walked off the field coldly, without high-five, without hitting his chest, and returned to the bench and sat down calmly. The restlessness in the air has become more apparent.

Billups watched all this with concern, but he was a little powerless at the moment.

He sees more deeply than many young players. To put it mildly, it means that the basketball concept of the two has deviated, which leads to the emergence of disputes and the final awkward atmosphere. To put it more seriously, this is a collision between the two most important souls of the team, the conflict between the star and the manager. In the NBA, such problems are the most deadly, and the drama of master-apprentice against each other is never uncommon, and Billups is afraid to speak, for fear of further deterioration of the relationship.

Whitman took a deep breath, forced his composure, took out a pen and paper, and began to draw tactics on the tactical board. The players glanced at each other, and then began to pretend to discuss something, and the scene of commotion on the bench suddenly resumed, and finally some of the embarrassment was washed away.

Zheng Ke's face was grim, and he pursed his mouth and did not speak.

He was surrounded by Gibson, McMiller, Chris Anderson and others, and these people who had mixed up on the road thought that this was the time to take sides, and sat firmly next to Zheng Ke, next to him, as if they were going to advance and retreat with him.

Zheng Ke was a little moved, and a little funny. They are not Zheng Ke, Zheng Ke is not afraid that the head coach will not give him playing time, but they don't have that much power, and the head coach is fully capable of giving them small shoes.

"What are you doing?" He finally spoke, for several people were about to kick him out of the bench at this moment.

"Nothing." Gibson looks like he has a bright head, and the key moment is even more righteous.

Zheng Ke's ass twisted and found that he couldn't move at all. "What's not squeezing me like this? Can you give me some space, I want to move my body. ”

When a few people heard Zheng Ke say this, they immediately laughed dryly twice and dispersed a little space. "I said brother." Gibson lowered his voice, leaned into Zheng Ke's ear, and whispered: "That dunk just now is very domineering and very lethal." Well, Duncan is too difficult, you can help me depose him as well" (to be continued......)