NBA Big Devil: I rule the league with defense

Chapter 134 Sun Yue, Let's Sing "I Wish You Peace"

"Come on, idol, let's play a heads-up game!" Sun Yue confidently waited for Han Mo's challenge.

If you win, you earn blood, if you lose, you don’t lose money!Sun Yue didn't want to miss such a good thing.

"You go first!" Han Mo asked Sun Yue to fight first.

"No, idol, I want you to see my defense. Like you, I also start from defense."

"Okay, then I'll come first!" Han Mo looked at the naive Sun Yue. It looked like the child hadn't experienced the beatings of life and desperately needed to go to class.

"Be clear in advance, just hit five balls, whoever gets 5 points first wins, you let me shoot first, I'm afraid you won't have the opportunity to show off!"

"Well, I understand!" Sun Yue nodded, but he didn't take it seriously. Han Mo's defense is indeed exaggerated, but on the offensive end, Han Mo is not very good in the NBA.Sun Yue, who is aiming at the NBA, doesn't think he can't defend a single ball!

Han Mo received Sun Yue's serve and held the ball from outside the three-point line to look at Sun Yue who kept two steps away from him.

Sun Yue regards Han Mo as an idol, and naturally knows that Han Mo has no three-point shooting ability, so it must be the right choice to shoot or not!

Yao Ming and Wang Zhizhi sat on the sidelines as if they were watching the excitement.

"Sun Yue is still too thin now," Yao Ming said, "Although he has retreated a long way, as long as Han Mo chooses to break through, Sun Yue has no choice but to foul!"

"No," Wang Zhizhi shook his head, "Han Mo will not choose to break through!"

Han Mo didn't make any extra moves, just raised his hand and shot a three-pointer!

scored!

1:0!

Sun Yue sighed: "Idol, you are so lucky today, you can get in all of this!"

"Really?" Han Mo chuckled, raising his hand for another three-pointer!

The basketball bounced slightly on the rim and hit again!

2:0!

"You're lying, right?" Sun Yue stared blankly at the basket, "How is it possible, I've watched all your games!"

Wang Zhizhi said leisurely off the court: "But you haven't seen Han Mo in the training match!"

After scoring two goals, Sun Yue felt that he was in a dilemma. He wanted to block Han Mo's three-point shot, but his rationality kept telling him that this must be a trap. If he chose to go up, Han Mo thought It's so easy to live by yourself!

But just as Sun Yue was thinking about countermeasures, Han Mo scored the third three-pointer.

This time it is absolutely hollow into the net!

3:0!

It shattered Sun Yue's last psychological line of defense.

"No way, no way, if the idol shoots me dead with the three-pointer I'm not good at, then I'm really ashamed!"

Yao Ming on the sidelines was also shocked: "Han Mo is so accurate on three-pointers, why doesn't he shoot on the field?"

"You said he didn't shoot?" Wang Zhizhi smiled. "You didn't watch Han Mo's game in November. How do you think he shot 11% of his three-pointers? You don't think so." Tujili, right?"

"Then... what's going on?"

"God knows, I've seen him hit 20 three-pointers in a row during his training, but when he's on the field, he's outrageously biased, so now the coach doesn't allow him to take casual three-pointers on the field!"

"That seems to be a problem of mentality..." Yao Ming was still looking for a reasonable explanation within his own cognition.

And Wang Zhizhi has already seen through everything: "All of this makes no sense at all, it should be metaphysics! Maybe one day, I won't be surprised if Han Mo makes all 10 three-pointers on the court."

"Han Mo who knows three-pointers..." Yao Ming also imagined, "Just thinking about it makes me feel terrible."

"Then are you interested in joining us?" Wang Zhizhi asked.

"Join the 76ers?" Yao Ming sighed. "Big Zhi, you have been in the league for more than a year. Where you want to go is not up to us."

"I thought so too," Wang Zhizhi looked at Han Mo on the field, "but Han Mo is really different, he doesn't think so, and he can indeed do things that we can't even imagine."

Han Mo's fourth three-point shot is in position, jump shot!

Sun Yue jumped up and tried to block the shot!

But the gap between wingspan and jumping determines that Sun Yue only chooses to take off when Han Mo has already jumped, which can only cover up a loneliness!

Sun Yue's hand, like Han Mo's shooting scope, was steadily pointing at the basket.

"Shh!"

Hollow again!

4: 0!

Han Mo smiled, "Playing with you feels better than practicing open three-pointers by yourself! Next ball, you can play, otherwise I didn't see your shot once, and this game is over. It's a pity !"

"No need!" Sun Yue served the ball again, "I will...prevent the next ball..."

Before Sun Yue finished his sentence, Han Mo had already shot the fifth three-pointer. He was not prepared to wait for Sun Yue's answer at all, because what he said just now was just "trash talk" that does not require the opponent to respond on the court. That's all.

The ball was so powerful that it hit the backboard directly!

When Sun Yue clenched his fist and felt that he had a glimmer of life, the basketball obediently fell from the backboard to the basket.

5: 0!

"Goodbye, boy, you need to practice more defense!"

Han Mo smiled and high-fived Yao Ming and Wang Zhizhi one by one.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, isn't this just to tease children?"

Sun Yue stood on the basketball court with a shattered world view.

"Could it be possible that a player in the NBA who shoots less than 10% of his three-pointers can also shoot every three-pointer in daily training?"

Sun Yue picked up the basketball without giving up, put it in a good posture, and shot from outside the three-point line!

"Boom!" He struck the iron ruthlessly.

"It seems that basketball is not magic, but my idol is really good!"

When Sun Yue saw the three of them walking outside the basketball hall and discussing what to eat for dinner, Sun Yue chased after them with a sad face, "Idol, can you teach me your experience again?"

"It's late, it's late, next time for sure!"

But Sun Yue obviously refused to let it go, Han Mo's guy who eats in the NBA is defensive!

After finally having a one-on-one opportunity with Han Mo, let him take away the game with the three-pointer he is least good at. Isn't this learning free throws from O'Neal and dunks from Nash, which is equivalent to learning nothing!

"Idol, idol! Give me a chance, I can learn a lot from raising your hand..."

Sun Yue, who is 2 meters 01, put on a cute and pitiful look.

With Sun Yue's appearance, if he is 20 centimeters shorter, wouldn't he be a standard little fresh meat, a little milk dog?

But the little 200-jin petite, I really can't bear it.

Han Mo distanced himself from Sun Yue, "Don't engage in the 'strong man lock man' trick with me, I don't like this... But if you can promise me one thing, I can indeed fight with you again! "

"What?" Sun Yue's eyes were star-shaped.

"Then you sing me a song "Wish You Peace"!"