"I don't know what's wrong, why, why is our offense so bad? We didn't score through sports games for more than four minutes. Haha, is this what you should have?" Stan Van Gundy glared and said to the players angrily.

Stan Van Gundy glanced at Wu Feng and said to Jamal Nelson: "Jiamal, you can rest in a while. Wu, you can replace Jamal later. Be sure to organize the team's offense. If the team's offense still has not improved, believe me, man, I will replace you without hesitation."[]

Stan Van Gundy's words were quite angry. He was in anger, so he was not polite to Wu Feng.

"I understand, boss." Wu Feng nodded seriously.

"Also, the team's defense should also be paid attention to. Rashad, don't let Al Thorton easily get rid of your defense, and the defense intensity should be improved. I know that his speed is your defensive disadvantage, but just block him outside the penalty area. Okay, that's all I want to say. This is the first game, you must win." Stan Van Gundy said seriously.

Several players, including Rashad Lewis, nodded at the same time. Jamal Nelson glared at Wu Feng in anger, then sat on the bench, wrapped his head in a towel, not knowing what he was thinking.

Stan Van Gundy wanted to emphasize something, but at this time the reminder that the time-out was over was heard. Stan Van Gundy forgot what he wanted to say for a while, so he shouted to the players: "Guys, I believe you are the best, come on!"

Listening to Stan Van Gundy's words of encouragement, the players who were preparing to play were all excited and wanted to rush to the court immediately to tell Stan Van Gundy with their performance that they were really the best.

Wu Feng came to the court with his teammates side by side. In the past, he played almost always with Chris Du Hong, so he was often arranged as the shooting guard position. But today, Chris Du Hong did not play with him, so he was arranged as the point guard position.

"John, did you see it? A rookie came up. It seems that it is still from China. Although it is very strong, you will definitely be able to beat him up, right?" Al Thorton leaned over to John Wall and said to him.

John Wall glanced at Wu Feng indifferently, and then replied to Al Thorton: "Al, see how I made him cry."

After hearing the conversation between John Wall, Gilbert Arenas glanced at Wu Feng, and then reminded John Wall seriously: "John, be careful, that Chinese rookie is not simple. I heard that he performed very well in the preseason. When he appeared just now, you also saw the reactions of home fans."

The 'General' is an experienced veteran after all, not to mention that he is a superstar who stands out from the second round pick. It can be said that he is one of the most awesome second round picks in NBA history.

So when he saw Wu Feng, a rookie who lost the draft, and heard his performance in the preseason, and then recalled the extremely enthusiastic reactions of home fans when Wu Feng appeared, he immediately ran over to remind John Wall.

However, his reminder further stimulated John Wall's vanity as the No. 1 pick in the draft. He glanced at Wu Feng not far away with a superior attitude, and then replied disdainfully: "Gilbert, you look down on that Chinese boy too much. A rookie who can't even make it in two rounds, how strong can he be. As for his performance in the preseason, you also said that it was a preseason. Man, wait and see, I will definitely kick his balls and let him go back to China."

After hearing John Wall's answer, Gilbert Arenas had no choice but to shake his head helplessly. He knew that for a player like John Wall who had a talented group, no matter how much he persuaded him, it would only make him even more arrogant and disdainful.

Wu Feng naturally didn't know that he had been listed as the "focused care" by John Wall. If he knew, he would retort and expose John Wall.

Taking the ball from Brandon Bass, Wu Feng skillfully drove the ball from the backcourt to the frontcourt. His current dribbling ability has improved a lot compared to the preseason. In a short time, Wu Feng's dribbling ability will reach the peak.

Wu Feng's dribbling ability is not only due to training in virtual space, but also because he always forgets hard training in reality. Although Wu Feng has not reached the level of Kobe's paranoidness, it is not far away. If he only relies on training in virtual space, Wu Feng's dribbling ability will not be able to improve so quickly.

"Hello, little rookie!" John Wall said to Wu Feng with a disdainful expression.

"Haha, are you an old bird?" Wu Feng would not be afraid of John Wall.

John Wall's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that the Chinese boy in front of him would "talk back" with him without fear. Yes, under his understanding, Wu Feng's counterattack was an insult to his No. 1 pick.

"Damn kid, your attitude has angered me. I will let you know the difference between a top pick and a novices in the next confrontation." John Wall's tone was still full of disdain.

Wu Feng gave him a blank look and sneered: "Let's talk about it when you do it!"

As he said that, Wu Feng waved to Brandon Bass. Brandon Bass naturally knew what Wu Feng wanted to do, so he quickly raised it and made a pick-and-roll cooperation with Wu Feng.

"Damn guy, do you only know the pick-and-roll?" John Wall wanted to keep up with Wu Feng, but he cursed hatefully after hitting Brandon Bass' solid body as strong as a stone.

Wu Feng ignored John Wall. After getting rid of John Wall's defense, he pulled directly to the right wing's three-point line with two steps, then deliberately paused, pretended to adjust the rhythm of his move, and waited for Javier McGee to come up and block him.

Just as Javier McGee turned around and rushed towards him, Wu Feng passed the ball just right, allowing the "Warcraft" Dwight Howard to easily receive the ball.

"Farke, damn Chinese!" Javier McGee knew that he had been deceived by Wu Feng, and cursed and turned to defend Dwight Howard.

But Dwight Howard had already swung his thick arm and dunked the basketball from Wu Feng into the basket.

"Ah..." The 'Warcraft' let out a habitual roar, venting his dissatisfaction of failing to hit three consecutive shots.
Chapter completed!