Chapter 203: An ant shakes an elephant?
When Stoudemire rushed over, he opened his arms to block Yang Mo's way. Yang Mo laughed, dribbled the ball in front of him, and asked disdainfully: "Guess, should I break through you from the left or the right?"
Stoudemire was provoked by Yang Mo in this way. His face was full of anger and an angry voice rolled out of his throat: "Go to hell."
As he said that, he pressed forward.
As he pressed forward like this, Yang Mo forced a happy smile on his face, thinking, if you don't seek death you won't die. It's really hard for me to break through if you keep standing there. If you force me to defend, won't you just be asking for humiliation?
"Then let's go to the left!"
Yang Mo reported a direction calmly, and the basketball rushed from the right to the left at great speed, and rushed over there with a big stride. Stoudemire hurried to the left to make up for the defense, but Yang Mo suddenly stopped, slapped the ball with his left hand, and the basketball quickly hit the right.
"FUCK, how dare you lie to me!"
Stoudemire cursed angrily, but was glad that he was prepared and did not shift his center of gravity completely. In a flash, he quickly leaned to the right and stole the ball from Yang Mo at lightning speed. He thought that he was smart enough to succeed in stealing it.
He is indeed very smart, but Yang Mo is smarter than him!
Bang!
Yang Mo slapped his right hand hard, and the basketball quickly flew to the left. He slapped his left hand forward, and his body followed like lightning... Whoosh! With his center of gravity completely shifted to the right, Stoudemire only heard a gust of wind blowing past his ears, and Yang Mo disappeared in his pupils.
When he turned around, Yang Mo had already rushed to the restricted area. At the same time, there was no one in the restricted area... O'Neal just retreated from the three-second zone!
Watching Yang Mo's body soaring into the air like a bomber, Stoudemire finally realized that he had been fooled. From the moment Yang Mo asked him, he had already fallen into his trap. And the reason why Yang Mo was talking nonsense to him was not entirely to provoke him, but more to wait for O'Neal to leave the penalty area!
This guy is really not simple!
As Stadler was sighing in his heart, Yang Mo, who had reached the top of the air, pulled suddenly and smashed down with all his strength... Boom!
The Suns' basket was smashed by Yang Mo with a loud bang, and the microphone installed behind the backboard was broken.
Then, the basketball hoop that was originally fixed actually sank slowly... For a moment, the whole audience was stunned.
The power of just one knock was so terrifying.
Watching the entire basketball hoop slowly descending, Yang Mo quickly jumped down from it.
Then, ignoring the chaos on the field, he rushed to the technical table and waved his hand vigorously, which aroused the emotions of all the fans at the scene. They were all thinking of a Chinese character in their minds, waiting for Yang Mo to ask a question.
Yang Mo stood on the technical platform, looking around domineeringly like an emperor ascending the throne. Then, under the attention of everyone, he put his right hand on his ear as if listening, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Friends in Miami, are you happy?"
"Awesome!" Everyone burst out their greatest energy and shouted out this word with all their lung capacity. The sound waves gathered in the center of the American Airlines Center, one wave higher than the other, as if they were going to blow up the entire arena.
"Very good, I feel great too!"
Yang Mo nodded slightly and jumped down from the technical table, and the whole audience burst into thunderous cheers again.
At this time, Yang Mo was the only ruler of this stadium, and no one dared to go against him.
Amid the cheers of the entire audience, Yang Mo strode up to Stoudemire and looked at him coldly and disdainfully: "Are you Stoudemire?"
Yang Mo's words were cold and domineering, and his arrogant aura completely overwhelmed Stoudemire. Under the gaze of more than 20,000 fans, he couldn't even muster the courage to look Yang Mo in the face, but his mouth was still so stubborn: "Yes, I am, I am here to beat you tonight."
"Oh." Yang Mo nodded, turned around, and said something extremely contemptuous: "Ants have also tried to stretch their legs to trip elephants. You know better than me what will happen to you tonight. Take care of yourself!"
As he said that, Yang Mo walked to the Heat bench, found a bench to sit on, took a bottle of sports drink and drank it, watching the staff repairing the basketball hoop that he had smashed.
At this time, Wade came over, sat next to Yang Mo, and said, "I haven't seen you for half a month. You seem to be stronger."
Hearing this, Yang Mo turned his head to look at Dwyane. He felt that Wade's expression was a little unnatural, even though he was smiling. Suddenly, an idiom popped up in his mind: "Too much merit will shock the master."
There is no doubt that the Heat is Dwyane's team. He behaved so arrogantly, and the fans in the stadium treated him like an emperor. It was impossible for him not to be jealous of this feeling.
So, Yang Mo smiled and put his arm around Wade's shoulders: "How can I keep up with you if I'm not stronger?"
Yang Mo's words were a double entendre, but Dwyane was very pleased to hear it: "Well, come on! I will take you to fight for the championship ring."
Wade's simple word "lead" made Yang Mo suddenly stunned. If it was a week ago, he might have accepted it happily, after all, Wade was the big brother. But now, since he has been the absolute core for more than a week, his mentality has changed completely. He seems to no longer want to be a general, he wants to be a marshal, he would rather lead the whole team to fight for the championship, rather than being a vanguard general to attack the city and assist others to win the crown.
While Yang Mo was stunned, Pat Riley on the other side shouted, "Dwyane."
Wade heard this, patted Yang Mo on the shoulder, and walked over there.
At this time, Yang Mo was thinking about a question: If Dwyane comes back, how should I deal with it?
