Chapter 15 Amazing Power
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A bunch of big guys looked at each other with anger on their faces, thinking in their hearts: What the hell, do you really think you are Jordan? We can still win without you.
No one wants to apologize, after all, it is a matter of losing face.
Seeing the tense situation, Yang Mo was not anxious. He smiled and said calmly, "I don't care. Whether I get the prize money or not has nothing to do with me. But I think I heard that if you don't win a game, the money you get is just travel expenses, right?"
When Yang Mo said this, she had grasped everyone's weak spot. Everyone came for the money, and the contract clearly stated that the first place prize was 10 million, and the fourth place would receive 3,000 yuan in labor fees.
No one is short of the 3,000 yuan. Everyone comes here for the 10 million yuan prize.
"Whoever takes the lead in isolating me should come out and apologize to me. I'm putting it out there, you can decide for yourself whether you want face or real money."
After saying this, Yang Mo sat aside, turned her head and hummed a little tune, feeling extremely comfortable.
Yang Mo has already pinched their weak spot, knowing that there is something wrong with their lineup. If the inside line is not well defended, no matter how good the outside line is, it will not kill anyone, not to mention that the outside line is no worse than yours. And Yang Mo is exactly the most important part of the Jinding team. If he sits on the sidelines , there is absolutely no chance of winning. If he is on the court, he can still fight, after all, the Mingyang team has no foreign aid, and there is still Harris here.
Several national team leaders walked aside to discuss it and decided not to bow their heads and apologize to Yang Mo. They could not save their face.
Although Wang Yuhuai hoped from the bottom of his heart that Yang Mo would play, he ultimately obeyed the majority and with a wave of his hand, Harris came on and Zhu Fangyu left.
The game continued, Harris's appearance supplemented the Jinding team's outside firepower, but the inside was still poked to pieces by Yi Jianlian and Bartel. Harris couldn't defend Yi Jianlian either, after all, there was too big a height difference, not to mention that Yi Jianlian's athletic ability was not inferior to his.
So, after the first quarter, the score difference became even bigger, 32:17, fifteen points behind.
During the break, Yang Mo sat on the bench without any hurry. He hummed the tune even louder. He was waiting for those guys to run over and apologize.
Yang Mo was not anxious, but Zhou Yiyi was extremely anxious. She sat on the podium, as anxious as an ant on the heat, and kept muttering in her heart: What's going on? Why can't Mo Ge'er play? I can invite a scout from the Heat. If doesn't play, won't my money be wasted?
In her anxiety, she couldn't help but glance at the blond and blue-eyed middle-aged man sitting on the sidelines. He was already yawning, and it seemed that the game was really boring to him.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Zhou Yiyi wanted to run to the bench immediately and remind Wang Yuhuai to quickly replace him with Yang Mo.
Wang Yuhuai also wanted to replace Yang Mo. After all, this was related to how much money he could make, but he couldn't bring himself to ask for it now, fearing that he would offend others.
Therefore, Yang Mo still did not play in the second quarter.
After the game resumed, the score was still one-sided. Three minutes before the halftime break, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore. The players took the initiative to call a timeout, and then several national team members gathered together for a small meeting. In the end... Wang Shipeng walked towards Yang Mo with a wronged look on his face.
There was no other way. For the sake of everyone's interests, he had to sacrifice his own face. After all, this was about 10 million yuan, and no one wanted to get away with 3,000 yuan.
Wang Shipeng walked up to Yang Mo and said in a low voice reluctantly, "I'm sorry."
"What?" Yang Mo deliberately shouted: "I can't hear you."
Yang Mo's shout at the top of her lungs immediately attracted the attention of everyone around her. The audience in the first five rows all stood up and looked over here.
Wang Shipeng was furious when he saw this. He wanted to turn around and ignore this "successful villain". But when he turned around, the other players looked at him with a look of "sacrificing the small self for the sake of the big self". He had no choice but to go all out for the benefit of everyone and himself (several national team members had just discussed letting him get an extra 200,000 yuan for apologizing). He said loudly, "I'm sorry!"
Yang Mo laughed and said, "You said sorry without any context, what do you mean by that?"
"Don't push your luck," Wang Shipeng said, gritting his teeth.
"You don't have to apologize." Yang Mo shrugged, completely ignoring his anger.
"You..." Wang Shipeng wanted to lose his temper, but he held back for the sake of money. He held back his anger and apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken the lead in isolating you. Now please play the game and we can win the game together, okay?"
"Not good." Yang Mo shook his head decisively and said, "You, when I'm on the court, you can only sit on the bench. I feel disgusted when playing with you."
"Don't go too far..." Wang Shipeng was about to curse when several national team members came up and pulled him aside.
The situation is stronger than people now. Yang Mo finally agreed to go on stage. If you cause any accidents, it will be very bad. Who wants to go against money?
Wang Yuhuai, who was standing next to him, was extremely happy to see Yang Mo willing to play. He hurried over to talk to Yang Mo about tactics, but Yang Mo ignored him and took the initiative to say, "I just watched two quarters of the game on the sidelines. Leave the batter to me, I have experience playing against him. As for Yi Jianlian, he doesn't have a strong desire to attack the basket directly tonight, so let him keep shooting."
After saying that, he walked onto the field first.
As soon as Yang Mo came on stage, Zhou Yiyi went crazy. She quickly patted her father beside her and said, "Dad, Dad, that's Yang Mo."
Zhou Yiyi's father looked at Yang Mo on the field with some doubt, then looked at his daughter and asked, "Do you know him?"
"I know him." Zhou Yi nodded slightly, his face blushing unconsciously.
Zhou Wenhai knew what was going on without having to guess. He looked unhappy. It was true that he liked basketball, but it was absolutely impossible for him to marry a basketball player.
As soon as Yang Mo came on the court, he stuck close to Bartel. Bartel saw a guy who was just as tall as his shoulder approaching him, and he couldn't help but smile and joked: "Little brother, did you find the wrong person?"
"That's right, it's you."
Yang Mo also laughed. At this time, Sun Yue had already brought the ball over. Seeing Yang Mo reaching out for the ball, he hesitated for a moment and passed it in.
When Yang Mo took the ball, Bartel subconsciously took a step back, because he felt that Yang Mo would definitely break through him head-on. After all, his smaller stature gave him more advantages in breaking through.
But... Yang Mo surprised him. He turned his back and bumped into him with his back.
Batel was delighted to see that Yang Mo was actually going to play against him with his back to the basket, and thought to himself, isn't this just a mantis trying to stop a chariot?
Before he could even laugh happily, Yang Mo made him unable to speak... Bang! Yang Mo hit him hard, and he immediately felt a huge force coming, as if he was hit by a huge rock. His breathing stagnated and he couldn't breathe... Bang!
Yang Mo pushed forward again, and this time, Batel lost his balance and fell to the ground.
When Battel fell to the ground, the whole audience was stunned. No one expected that the short guy Yang Mo could knock Battel, who was known as the strongest among the three Great Walls, to the ground.
To the amazement of the entire audience, Yang Mo jumped high and slammed the basketball into the basket.
At the moment when Yang Mo slammed the basketball into the basket, the Miami scout sitting on the sidelines trembled noticeably. At that moment he clearly saw O'Neal's shadow.
"Oh my god! What happened? Bartel was knocked over by a small guy!"
Powell, Miami's chief scout, couldn't help but hold his head with both hands. He couldn't believe his eyes.
What on earth did this guy eat to grow up? Why does such a 'petite' body contain such powerful strength?
After being shocked, Powell quickly took out a pen and wrote on his notebook: Amazing power!
