nycdaug Chapter 66. Watching Wang Xiucheng's retreating figure, Ross's eyes were filled with memor
Chapter 66. Watching Wang Xiucheng's retreating figure, Ross's eyes were filled with memor
Derrick Rose, the Windy City Rose.
Ross also spotted Wang Xiucheng not far away.
But after just one glance, Rose looked away and went to the baseline to receive the ball.
The Knicks inbounded the ball, Rose received it, and Wang Xiucheng, who was originally at the center line, immediately closed in.
This level of defense clearly caught Rose off guard.
Or rather, it had been a long time since he had been defended like this.
Rose gathered the ball to his side and made a probing step, but Wang Xiucheng didn't move.
So Ross headbutted Wang Xiucheng, who had no choice but to take a half step back.
That half step was enough; Rose dribbled and accelerated toward the right.
The speed wasn't fast, and Wang Xiucheng tried to overtake him several times, but Ross blocked him with his body each time.
Once in the frontcourt, Rose used a screen to get into the paint, used his footwork to avoid Shen Jing's block, and then scored with a layup.
17:9.
The Knicks finally scored.
Shen Jing slapped her hands in frustration.
He was just shaken up by Rose.
Wang Xiucheng patted Shen Jing's butt, and Shen Jing quickly went to the baseline to serve.
Wang Xiucheng slowly dribbled the ball, his eyes scanning the positions of everyone on the field, even noticing the referee's location.
Rose stared at Wang Xiucheng, took a step back, and spread his arms to expand his defensive area.
Shen Jing arrived at the frontcourt and stood motionless outside the three-point line.
Wang Xiucheng used up almost all 8 seconds before crossing the halfway mark.
Rose attempted to steal the ball, but Wang Xiucheng quickly pulled it back between his legs to switch hands, then swiftly brushed past Shen Jing's body and entered the paint.
Once inside, Wang Xiucheng immediately collected the ball and took off as if his feet were on springs!
Knicks' backup center Noel has been pulled out of the paint by Shen Jing, leaving only Obitopolin, who is positioned to cover both the inside and outside, in the paint.
Obitopine immediately abandoned the outside shot and took off after a big step.
Obitopine is very confident. He has never been afraid of anyone when it comes to jumping, not even Wang Xiucheng.
Wang Xiucheng had tried those free-throw line dunks in private, and he could do them.
But unlike LaVine, he didn't make a video and post it to show off.
He has a bigger dream: to participate in this year's dunk contest and win the championship. That would be more effective than any video.
Obito leaped high into the air, his elbows almost reaching the height of the rim.
He knew that Wang Xiucheng had better hang time than him, so he tried to jump as high as possible to make up for the difference in hang time.
But the next moment, Obitopyn saw Wang Xiucheng, who had already flown in front of him, bend over and fold in mid-air, tucking the ball into his chest.
Obitop watched helplessly as Wang Xiucheng flew past him like a sphere, grazing his body.
The next moment, Wang Xiucheng, who had reached Obi-Tuppin's side, sprang out like a drawn bowstring and slammed the basketball into the basket with both hands.
beep!
After landing, Wang Xiucheng pointed his thumb down again with one hand, domineeringly pointing to the number "12" behind him.
The referee's voice rang out, "Obito committed a foul."
Obitopin did not defend himself; he did indeed bump Wang Xiucheng's head with his elbow.
All the fans in the stadium stood up and applauded, several large signs bearing Wang Xiucheng's name were waved wildly, and screams erupted from their mouths.
Spike Lee took off his hat, stood up, and applauded Wang Xiucheng.
The models of all skin tones and body types now had burning eyes, as if they could breathe fire. They stared at Wang Xiucheng from head to toe, inside and out, as if they wanted to tear him apart and devour him.
Ross stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the arrogant Wang Xiucheng, his eyes filled with memories of himself 13 years ago.
Back then, I played like that too, and I could fly like that.
but now……
Rose shook his head inwardly. He could only score by using his footwork when he drove into the paint, just like Rose.
Wang Xiucheng, however, slammed the ball over the defender with a powerful dunk.
Wang Xiucheng came to the free throw line, took a deep breath, took the ball from the referee, prepared for a few seconds, but still missed the free throw.
Rose smiled, but his free throws were far worse than his own.
Obitopyn once again leaped high and secured the rebound.
He had no intention of passing the ball out; with only 12 seconds left, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
So he dribbled the ball, turned around, and just as he put the ball on the ground, he prepared to accelerate.
A hand slapped the basketball directly, and the ball bounced through Obitopin's legs.
Bang!
Shen Jing behind him scooped up the ball and dunked it from the spot, even kicking his legs hard.
Obitopine didn't look behind him, but instead looked at Wang Xiucheng, who had intercepted his pass.
A combination of interruption and transmission?
Or was it just luck?
The Rockets continued to extend their lead to 21-9.
Thibodeau yelled "why?" at Obitopin twice.
Obitopine shook his head and became obedient.
He passed the ball to Rose from the baseline, and Wang Xiucheng closed in again.
"I don't have your speed, you don't need to defend me like this." Rose said to Wang Xiucheng in front of him while protecting the ball.
“No, in my heart you are still the Rose of Wind City.” Wang Xiucheng leaned down slightly: “I must use all my strength to defend against you.”
Ross was slightly moved; those damned Chinese always managed to touch his heart.
Rose created some distance again, and just as Wang Xiucheng was about to close in, he accelerated past midfield and passed the ball to the open Obitopyn.
Obito pulled up for a three-pointer from beyond the arc.
Bang!
The basketball hit the rim at first, but bounced up and went in.
beep!
Martin, who came over to help defend, couldn't stop and hit Obitoppin's hand.
Three-pointer goes in, plus another free throw.
"I'm no longer the Rose of Windy City. As long as I can still play, I'm satisfied." Rose bent over, his hands pressed tightly on his knees, and Wang Xiucheng could even see the veins on the back of his hands.
Wang Xiucheng gently patted Ross on the back and said softly, "I didn't meet the best version of you, but at least I had time to meet you."
Rose's eyes instantly reddened. He straightened up and walked back, using the motion of wiping sweat to wipe his eyes with the collar of his jersey.
Toping added a penalty to the goal.
21:13.
There are 3 seconds left.
Shen Jing passed the ball directly to Wang Xiucheng from the baseline.
Wang Xiucheng accelerated past Tuoping, who was trying to hold him off, and then, with one foot on the mid-court line, tossed the basketball high into the air.
The basketball slammed onto the backboard with a thud and then fell to the ground.
The whistle sounded.
The first quarter of the game is over.
The Rockets surprisingly led the Knicks 21-13, an 8-point advantage.
Thibodeau crossed his arms and shook his head repeatedly, clearly dissatisfied with the score.
Rose sat on the bench, took a towel, and put it directly over his head.
"I didn't meet the best version of you, but at least I had time to meet you."
Wang Xiucheng's words were still echoing in his ears.
It turns out, the one I've never been able to let go of is myself!