Two Hundred and Forty-Two: Put It Down, John - Part 2

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"Hey, you stupid groundhog, is that how you're going to defend me?"

Vanhee attacks Stackhouse with a playful trash talk.

To be honest, Stackhouse does look like a real groundhog.

But now he rushed forward angrily to trouble Fan Xi: Young people always do this, even though he is older than Fan Xi, he lacks experience.

"Watch your left side."

When Fanhee broke through quickly to the left, he also reminded Jerry Stackhouse.

Little Jack doesn't talk trash easily, but he got these skills when he played against Iverson, Kobe Jr., Marbury and other single-handed masters.

Jerry Stackhouse's defensive level is not as high as Fanhee imagined, and Fanhee even feels that he is not as good as Marbury.

He swayed closely following Fan Xi, but Fan Xi took half a step out and then made a half-turned circle, the poor groundhog really followed and swayed past. At this time, Fan Xi, who was leaning half of his body, used a sensitive back shot to pass through his crotch... This kind of small and sharp ball control is Fan Xi's signature move.

The moment the basketball passed through Jerry Stackhouse's crotch, Fan Xie turned clockwise very silkily around Jerry Stackhouse's body. Elegant is like the finishing touch of a great artist on the canvas.

Cheers erupted at the scene, and fans were feasting their eyes on this imaginative and precise size.

The NBC commentator shouted excitedly on TV: I can't help but worship Little Jack, he is indeed the best performing artist in this league. He is like a top Broadway actor, he knows how to make the audience jump up and scream when they slap their thighs.

The poor groundhog turned his head, his movements were slightly wretched.

Fan Xi has already passed the Ten Thousand Mountains in a light boat.

His straight cuts are like piercing through no-man's land.

His big brothers have already arranged a broad road for him.

The insiders of the Sixers can only look forward behind the strong security guards, expecting to miraculously look up to admire Fan Xie crossing the arc over the penalty area...Charles Dumars, who broke free from the defense, tried to make a block, but he The start was too slow, and while he was taking off to block the shot, Fan Xi had already dunked the basketball into the basket.

His accompanying flight is like the villain's struggle at the last moment, and it has no other role except to enhance the hero's stalwart image.

"I suggest you go home and watch the replays. Your defensive details are terrible. Groundhog."

After Jack landed, amidst the cheers of the audience, he gave Jerry Stackhouse a piece of trash talk.

Stackhouse's angry face was burning.

If he wasn't black, it would be maroon by this time.

Marmot marmots are so much fun.

"Jack. You should say to him: Welcome to the NBA, rookie." Anthony Mason told VanSythe on the way back to halftime: "Larry Bird and they all talk trash like that."

"You are already a sophomore, you have the qualifications."

Anthony Mason teaches Vanhey some trash talking skills.

Fan Xi didn't want to pick up on other people's teeth. He didn't want to use the trash talk that everyone was talking about.

So, he just smiled. "I'm still a child, I can't do such a cruel thing."

Um?

Anthony Mason froze.

Stackhouse returned to the half court and immediately asked Maxwell for the ball, and then extended his index finger to Van Hee, wanting to challenge Van Hee one-on-one.

Stackhouse's height, weight and personal attack skills are all above Fan Xi's.

This made the fans quite worried.

They didn't want to see Vanhey get beaten by Stackhouse.

But Fan Xi walked up directly, and there were still many warrior-like shouts at the scene.

Stackhouse has the desire to win, but also the tension under the strong emotion. The so-called haste makes waste, he has no sense of normalcy.

Fanhee was teasing him.

"Are you going to use a tentative step or a back turn? You don't want to use a crossover, do you? Mr. Groundhog."

"If you haven't figured it out yet, I can take two steps back."

As Fan Xi said, he really took a step back, acting as if you were air.

Stackhouse was so angry that he immediately jumped up and shot.

But.

Luck was not on his side.

boom!

Basketball strikes iron.

Fan Xi spread his hands and shrugged. "Your shooting from beyond the arc is a little bit worse than I thought it would be."

As he spoke, he took the basketball from Anthony Mason and launched a lightning-like offensive.

While Fan Xi was running wildly, Stackhouse was chasing after him, intending to kill Fan Xi under the speed.

However, his experience is too lacking.

How many opponents he has encountered in the NCAA in the past have the agility of Fan Xi? What's more, he is defending the small with the big, and he is still in the chase.

Fan Xi suddenly made an emergency stop on the center line, and Stackhouse subconsciously followed the brakes.

But at this moment, Fan Xi made a movement that seemed like a stroke of genius... He slapped the ball with his left hand to the right, but in an instant, his left hand pulled the ball over again... past God.

Stackhouse's rituals are deranged in milliseconds, his body freezes in place, as if frozen, looking silly, like a groundhog.

Fan Xie rushed to the three-point line in the frontcourt amidst the uncontrollable cheers of the audience, and Maxwell recklessly defended him. He knew that this ball must not let Fan Xie score.

If Vansee played Stackhouse for two consecutive rounds, there would definitely be a scandal about Stackhouse in the newspapers tomorrow morning, and he would turn into a stupid clown, a rookie who didn't know what to do.

Originally, he wanted to step on Fan Xi, but in the end, Fan Xi put him under his ass.

Maxwell is a good guy.

However, he was too impatient and too sensitive.

All he wanted at this moment was to help Stackhouse save face.

He even thought that as long as Fan Xi passed the ball, it would be considered a success.

However, Fan Xi's goal came from more than ten years of skill on the streets of Virginia. Can he stop it?

Fan Xi galloped to a step inside the three-point line, suddenly stopped, raised his shoulders suddenly, and made a motion to shoot.

Maxwell was like a frightened bird, and he jumped up to block the shot.

Who would have thought that Fan Xi lowered his waist in an instant, and the basketball suddenly changed to... worship Buddha!

The dribble passed under Maxwell's panicked eyeballs, and then went straight into the penalty area. An easy one-handed dunk detonated the entire Madison Garden again.

Stackhouse, who played pre-match offense twice in a row, used gorgeous street skills. The poor groundhog was like a little guy floating on a plastic bag in the sea, pitiful and helpless...but Nobody cares.

The DJ at the scene has gathered all the fans to shout: MVP! MVP! MVP!

At this moment, the dopamine secretion of the fans at the scene reached the highest level tonight. Those fans who are deeply involved in the game even have a cortical pleasure, which exceeds their jitters for a few seconds on a certain night.

The fans in front of the TV were also hooked, although they were not there.

But they can see more details through TV playback.

Little Jack, really is a master showman.

He's so good at handling the ball.

It seems that there has never been such a gorgeous master of imagination in the history of the league.

The Beatles Hardaway may have broken through even more sharply, but... When it comes to the imagination and the gorgeousness of the dynamic picture.

It's a world of difference.

On the final drive of the third quarter, Stackhouse was in charge.

With 19 seconds of shot time this time around, he's kept the ball firmly in his hands.

He learned from the experience of the last ball, and he sought physical contact cautiously...but Van Hee was not as fragile as he imagined. Although he was not as strong as Stackhouse, he was not as easy to fall as soon as he was pushed.

Stackhouse decided to take a post-up approach.

He thinks this is the safest move.

However, he forgot one thing.

Fan Xi has a very good little brother named Kobe.

Kobe also likes to study post-up singles, and his research direction is the same as that of Stackhouse, both of whom are North Carolina senior Michael Jordan.

Although Kobe is immature and his physical strength is not as strong as Stackhouse's, his technical comprehension surpasses Stackhouse's.

Fan Xie often singled out Kobe.

So, when Stackhouse made the gesture, he was confident.

Stackhouse's first back was a test, Fan Xi had already figured this out, he knew it from his exertion.

Therefore, Fan Xi deliberately used all his strength to push.

In the second hit, Stackhouse prepared for a full-strength attack in milliseconds, which was also keenly observed by Fan Xi.

So, while he was pushing hard, Fan Xi quickly retreated.

At that time, the poor groundhog lost his center of gravity and staggered slightly.

In the one-on-one battles with Iverson, Kobe, and Marbury, Fan Xie has already figured out a trick of "killing you while you are sick". Because he knows that missing a fleeting opportunity means never having another chance.

He went straight up, forced the staggering Stackhouse aside, and interrupted the basketball he was controlling with his long hands.

At the same time, he pushed back hard.

Under the outbreak of power.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Stackhouse, who was already staggering, completely lost his center of gravity because of the superposition of this force... Plop.

He sat down on the floor.

There was rapid laughter all around.

It's the third time.

Van Seey passed the basketball to the fast-breaking Starks, then turned around, and he said to Stackhouse: "Your post-up play is not even as good as my little brother."

"I have a chance to introduce you. His name is Kobe."

Vanhee said to Stackhouse condescendingly.

Stackhouse raised his unyielding eyes, only seeing Fan Xie's handsome jawline... He enjoyed the sight of Jennifer lying on the pillow and Fan Xie standing beside the bed.

But there was no confusion in his eyes, only humiliation.

It's like a flawless woman being ruthlessly pulled out by a handsome young man who always abandons her.

Tonight, he's upside down.

Of course, he is not without gains. At least he remembered a little brother named Kobe Bryant in his subconscious.

The little guy would come to him in about eight months and let him know that little Jack never lied.

beep!

At the same time that Starks made a layup, the whistle sounded at the end of the third quarter.

Maxwell also came over and pulled Stackhouse up, and he patted the little brother's ass.

His eyes are full of Buddha nature, as if to say: put it down John, everything is empty.

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