"Offensive foul?" Artest slammed his fist in anger, this time he fell for the rookie.

"Wood used his body to block Artest's attack, and it was heart-wrenching to see how Wood fell." The commentator of the local Minnesota radio station looked at Lin Sen and said.

Holding Eddie Griffin's hand, Lin Sen stood up, although this was a deliberate offensive foul he made, but the price he paid for this foul was not small, and the burning pain in his chest made him can't help but reach out and rub it.

"Rookie, you've really me off." Artest glared at Lin Sen and said in a low voice, as if he was going to devour Lin Sen.

"Really? I don't really know, but I'm sure you still won't be able to prevent my goal. Lin Sen said in a relaxed tone.

Can't prevent it?

Artest snorted coldly, the first two defensive failures had given him some insight into Linson's offense.

Looking at Lin Sen who was dribbling, Artest maintained a distance of half a body, which would not allow him to stick too tight so that he could be thrown away by Lin Sen's speed, and it could allow him to face Lin Sen's breakthrough more quickly, and at the same time bring a lot of pressure to Lin Sen.

Looking at Artest's defense, Lin Sen already had an idea in his heart.

Jaric was on the left side of the three-point line, Hassell was on the right side of the three-point line, and Linson's eyes sneaked over Jarric.

Lin Sen's gaze did not escape Artest's eyes.

"Want to pass the ball?" Artest moved his body slightly to Linson's right.

At this time, Lin Sen suddenly took the ball, Artest immediately stretched out his arm, and his judgment told him that the rookie in front of him would definitely choose to pass.

As Artest judged, Linson did pass the ball, but Linson did not give Artest a chance to break the ball.

At the moment when Lin Sen passed the ball, Artest's footsteps slid half a step on the side again, which completely staggered between him and Lin Sen.

And Lin Sen was waiting for this moment, when the ball left the palm of his hand and flew towards Jarrich, Lin Sen started at the same time.

Artest obviously didn't expect Linson to choose a running position while passing the ball, so that when he failed to break the ball and wanted to prevent Linsen's off-ball run, it was completely late.

Linson, who shook off Artest, rushed straight to the inside, and with the help of Eddie Griffin's cover, Linson went straight through the inside line and ran along the left baseline to the left corner.

When Linson reached the bottom left corner, the ball in Jarric's hand flew over as well.

At this time, the Kings player closest to Lin Sen was also two meters away.

Lin Sen received the ball steadily, jumped up on the ground, and looked at the basket in the distance to shoot calmly.

The ball arced through the air and landed steadily into the basket amid the cheers of the audience.

With his arms raised high, Lin Sen's eyes swept over Artest, who was one step away from the three-point line, and the corners of his mouth rose to show a smile that belonged to the winner.

Lin Sen didn't shy away from smiling at all, which made Artest angry, and he was thrown away by that rookie three times in a row, which was undoubtedly a huge shame for him.

"I said you couldn't stop my goal." Lin Sen passed by Artest's side and whispered.

7:2！

The Timberwolves opened with three consecutive offensive scores, which made Musselman on the sidelines very dissatisfied.

For him, who emphasizes defense, being attacked by the opponent three times in a row is far from acceptable to him.

"Move, run, defend, where is your defense." Musselman shouted at the field.

Although it was not directly said Artest, everyone knew that it was Musselman who was unhappy with Artest's defense of Linson.

Artest grimaced and ran to the front.

"Oh, your teammates aren't giving you the ball anymore, obviously they don't believe you can beat my defence, it's a real shame, it seems to me that you have what it takes to beat me, it's a shame."

Artest only felt the fire running through his body, and he didn't know how long it had been since he had heard trash talk that had annoyed him enough to explode.

"Shut your foul mouth!" Artest said viciously.

"OK, OK, I don't speak."

Listening to Lin Sen's voice, Artest was very satisfied, at least what he said still had an effect.

"But I want to emphasize again, my mouth doesn't stink, maybe you didn't brush your teeth after eating something tonight, I have a toothbrush made of wolf hair here, maybe it can solve your problem, as long as it ......"

Artest also likes to talk trash-talk, and he enjoys the moment when he spews trash talk and then shows a painful expression on his opponent, but at this moment he becomes the one who suffers.

"Shut up." Artest let out a low roar, and subconsciously elbowed his left arm to Lin Sen.

Bang!

Lin Sen also didn't expect Artest to suddenly elbow him, although Artest's elbow was not big, but he was caught off guard and gasped.

However, Lin Sen did not swallow this elbow blow, but responded instantly.

"Ahh

With a scream, Lin Sen stumbled directly to the floor, and at the same time covered his abdomen with his left hand.

Originally, Lin Sen and Artest were the focus of the referee's attention, and Artest's elbow had not had time to retract at the moment.

Honk!

The referee's whistle sounded again, and Artest immediately made an offensive foul gesture with his right finger.

Artest was completely stunned, he just subconsciously elbowed Lin Sen, and his strength was not so great at all.

And Lin Sen fell backwards obviously after his elbow, which was a complete fake fall.

In the last attack, Lin Sen, a rookie, made an offensive foul, which already made him angry, and this time this rookie is like this.

"It's not an offensive foul, this rookie's rookie is acting, acting, can't you see it?" Artest roared angrily.

Two offensive fouls meant he was sure to be substituted, and it was less than three minutes before the game began.

Returning to the bench with less than three minutes of playing time was undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face for the proud Artest.

"It was an elbow blow, and I could see it clearly." The referee insisted on his decision.

Lin Sen took Madsen's hand and stood up, his hands were still rubbing his abdomen, but his left hand against his stomach was fiercely pressed against the place where he had just been elbowed by Artest under the cover of his right hand.

"Painful" grinning Lin Sen pulled the jersey up from the pants and lifted the jersey, and a small patch of red on the right side of the navel was very obvious.

Lin Sen looked at the referee with a little grievance, although he didn't say anything, his actions told the referee how ferocious Artest's elbow just now.

Artest also saw Lin Sen's movements, especially the red part of his abdomen, he was sure that he didn't use so much strength, but just subconsciously elbowed it, and that's it.

But now it looked like he had been elbowed hard, and it completely touched Artest's nerves.

“F…… UCK, this TM is a performance, I didn't use that much force at all, that rookie is pretending, pretending, are you blind? Artest yelled angrily.

After yelling at the referee, Artest turned around and walked towards Lin Sen who was rubbing his stomach with a hideous face.

Madsen immediately blocked in front of Lin Sen, and the scene suddenly became tense.

Honk!

Another shrill whistle sounded.

Jishu foul!

Seeing the referee's gesture, the entire target center boiled.

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[The state is really bad, a chapter is not satisfied after two hours of writing, I hope I can sleep well, this chapter makes up for the third update yesterday, and the two chapters owed today Xiao Ai remembers, tomorrow's first more at ten o'clock in the morning. 】

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