Chapter 244: Restoring the Old Mountains and Rivers
Yang Mo's words were not too much of a bully, at most it was just a tooth for a tooth. But it made the five people there extremely angry. Brook Lopez stood up and complained angrily, "We don't have a point guard, so of course we can't beat them."
"We don't even have a shooting guard yet, how can we beat them?" Yang Mo rolled his eyes at him and said disdainfully, "Only cowards make excuses for themselves."
"If you have the guts, just give us Derrick and see if we can beat them." Brook Lopez said stubbornly.
"Who do you think you are?" Yang Mo glared at him and said, "Do you think someone will help you just because you want them to? Get out of my way!"
Yang Mo's words were merciless and she directly drove him away.
Brook Lopez was beaten by Yang Mo and lost all his face, but he still had no way to deal with Yang Mo. Whether on the court or off the court, whether using basketball or fists, he could not beat Yang Mo.
In the end, Lopez could only sit back in his seat in a huff. He had already prepared a speech in his mind: he was going to severely criticize the bad team led , accusing them of being disunited, bullying others too much, and not treating himself as a human being.
His grievances roared in his heart, but in fact, it all came down to one sentence: You reap what you sow.
If he hadn't taken the lead in isolating Yang Mo, Yang Mo wouldn't bother to pay attention to him. Although Yang Mo was not a saint, he really didn't take him seriously. Although he got a beating for his foul mouth when he first entered the NBA, Yang Mo didn't want to beat him a few more times. After all, the gap in strength was too big, and it was not glorious to teach a kindergarten-level minion a lesson. However, he wanted to die, and kept isolating Yang Mo, and made all kinds of innuendos and swearing. It's no wonder that Yang Mo killed him with such a brainless and rampant attitude.
Soon, the game continued.
Seeing the first-year team send out the original five players, the boos from the audience swept in like a tide. Everyone was dissatisfied and puzzled. What on earth was the first-year team doing? They didn't use the leading lineup and actually let these useless people come up. Were they automatically giving up the game?
"What's wrong with Dwyane? Why doesn't he let the previous lineup play? Does he intend to let these guys create the rookie game scoring record?" TNT commentator Collins said with great confusion.
"Maybe he wants these guys to dig a hole first, and then let Yang fight back and create new history. Yeah, that should be the case." Kenny Smith guessed.
"Originally, I thought Yang Mo could break the scoring record of the rookie game. After all, he scored 15 points in only half of the first quarter, but now... Alas!" Charles Barkley said with great disappointment.
As a fan of Yang Mo, Barkley
The Yang Mo fan club in the stadium started cursing. They came to see Super Yang, but now they saw a bunch of unknown people running around on the court. How could they stand it?
At that moment, everyone started shouting Yang Mo's name!
super yang! super yang! super yang!
Staples soon fell into an eternal roar. As for what was happening on the court, no one cared. No matter how beautiful their dunks were, the fans would not cheer them on. Their minds were all on Yang Mo off the court.
At this moment, Yang Mo's mind was completely on Lu Xueman, who was sitting opposite him. Because Lu Xueman had started chatting with Girls' Generation without knowing when, and they were chatting very speculatively, waving her hands and clapping her hands, looking very excited. It seemed as if they had met too late.
Seeing this, Yang Mo muttered in her heart: Are they talking about me? Are they talking about Jessica?
Just when Yang Mo was nervous, Lu Xueman suddenly gave him a look. Yang Mo caught this look, but couldn't interpret its meaning. Was it a threat? Was it anger? Was it grief?
When Yang Mo was trying to figure out the meaning behind this look, the situation on the court could only be described as horrible. The freshman team was beaten to pieces by the sophomores led by Durant. There were still four minutes left in the second quarter, and they were already 21 points behind.
What's worse is that Lopez and the others have lost their fighting spirit. Only OJ Mayo is still struggling. But what's the use of him alone? How can he withstand ten fierce fists from the opposite side with his two hands?
drop!
At this time, Wade finally couldn't stand it anymore and called a timeout himself, then turned to Yang Mo and the others and said, "Now it's your turn to play. I won't make any more personnel adjustments until you crush them. Come on!"
Rose and the others had already been rubbing their hands, just waiting for Wade to say this, and immediately shouted: "Okay!"
The five of them were eager to try, but the other five walked down with great sadness and sat directly on the bench, looking depressed. They lost the duel with Yang Mo, and lost completely. They didn't even have a chance to jump up, as if they were knocked down by a stick right at the start, and never got up again.
The reason they lost was not because of their wrong strategy. It was because they failed to unite all their teammates, especially the two point guards who held the core ball rights. After all, the two point guards of the team were Yang Mo's best friends. How stupid would they be to publicly isolate him? Isolation is bullshit. The ball is in his hands. Isn't that just asking for trouble?
When the fans at the scene saw Yang Mo stand up, the cheers instantly reached a climax. Amid the cheers, Yang Mo instantly changed from a nagging state to an invincible iron-blooded striker Super Yang!
Yang Mo is a natural warrior. When he is fighting, nothing can affect him.
drop!
As the whistle sounded, Yang Mo and four other players walked onto the court with murderous intent.
After the kickoff, Derrick Rose out of bounds passed the ball directly to Yang Mo near the center line. Yang Mo took the ball and shot... Just when the whole world thought he was crazy... whoosh!
The basketball went into the net!
In an instant, all the surprise, confusion and doubt in the audience turned into doubled screams and cheers. It was so powerful!
Amid the cheers of the audience, Yang Mo roared, "Nothing is impossible. If I can make this three-pointer, it means we can instantly close the 21-point gap. We must fight back against the massacre of the second graders!"
If it weren't for this amazing three-pointer, Yang Mo's words would definitely not have been so shocking. But with this three-pointer as proof, no one dared to say that Yang Mo was making baseless claims. Besides, hasn't Yang Mo created enough miracles? On this court, he once led his team to slaughter the runner-up of last season.
"Brother, did you luck into this ball?" After Yang Mo yelled, Greg Oden ran to Yang Mo in surprise and asked curiously.
Yang Mo smiled slightly when he heard this. Before he could answer, Beasley next to him pouted and said, "Only a fool would think that he got in by cheating."
"What do you mean?" Oden turned his head, even more confused.
"I saw him shoot more than one three-pointer from the free throw line."
"Fuck!" Oden subconsciously said Yang Mo's classic line, which shows how popular this word is in the United States: "So powerful?"
"Can you still be called Super Yang if you're not strong?" Michael Beasley rolled his eyes at him and quickly ran back to defend.
At this moment, Durant dribbled over with the ball, and Yang Mo quickly ran over to guard him personally.
When Durant brought the ball to two steps outside the three-point line, he suddenly jumped up and shot directly... Yang Mo did not expect that he would shoot such a long-distance three-pointer, and this guy's explosive power is better than his own, and his height and wingspan are advantages among advantages, so even if he tried his best, he could not block Durant's jump shot.
Swish!
The basketball actually went into the net!
However, with the shock of Yang Mo's last goal, his three-pointer seemed a bit commonplace. After all, Yang Mo threw the ball in from the midline.
"What you can do, I can do too. When it comes to scoring, you will never catch up with me!" After scoring the goal, Durant spoke some arrogant trash to Yang Mo.
Durant rarely spoke trash, and if Yang Mo hadn't been pressuring him too much, he wouldn't have wanted to speak. But when he spoke, he ran into the most powerful trash talker in the NBA. It was like a fledgling carpenter competing with Lu Ban. Isn't this courting death?
"Oh, really? I can dunk the shit out of your teammates, do you dare to try to do that to Oden?" Yang Mo glanced at him coldly and said disdainfully, "Also, don't forget that Nike's commercial contract with me is 120 million US dollars for five years. Yes, there is also a share of sales."
It would have been fine if Yang Mo hadn't mentioned the Nike contract. As soon as she did, Durant's dissatisfaction instantly came out. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be too complacent. We're still ahead."
"Only temporarily." Yang Mo laughed: "I dare to send those cannon fodders to play with you, so I have the confidence to make up all the points difference. Moreover, I will slaughter you unconditionally."
"Then you try it!" Durant said with great determination, gritting his teeth. Under Yang Mo's stimulation, he had already made a real move.
“Just give it a try!”
