111. Chapter 111 The Silent Madison Garden Plaza

Author: Most of the bottle of vinegar

Chapter 111 Silent Madison Garden Plaza

Madison Garden Square is a special place.

New York is Amei's financial and entertainment center, which naturally attracts endless attention. Most of the fans in New York are rich and passionate. It is difficult to see such crazy fans elsewhere. Jordan scores 55 points and Miller moments. There are too many legendary stories here, and people are also keen to see these stories. Now this opportunity to show off has come to Li Zheng.

Espn reporters walked through the crowded crowds of people. Naturally, the Knicks fans were wearing orange clothes. They held up bottles or signs, shouted Farke Lee's slogans, and moved towards the home court. Although the Knicks struggled this year, the Knicks fans who love basketball and home team did not care about this.

They just want to equally Fark every guy who makes enemies with the Knicks, whether it is Jordan, Kobe, James or Li Zheng, who dribbles silently. Today he feels very good, and today will be a great game.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know you have been looking forward to it for a long time. The game is about to begin. The booing on the court has never stopped. It is rare to find a consistent enemy in New York." Barkley sighed.

"They finally found someone who can snuff together," Kenny Smith said with a smile on his right.

"There is no fat man Matt today. I am the only one who can eat donuts legally in this studio. Hahaha, Sir Charles is the best in the world!" Barkley said funnyly, adding some fun to the time before the game, but most fans' eyes were still on Li Zheng on the court.

Fancy dribbling, backward jump shot, violent fence blow

Li Zheng quickly mixed with some amazement from the booing of the home fans. James Dolan looked at Li Zheng in the box, his eyes full of disdain, "Let them do it hard today, don't be afraid of shit like fines."

General Manager Isaiah Thomas nodded, "I told him that he won't score so easily."

James Dolan picked up the wine glass filled with champagne, "Can we really not get him over? Yes, David Stern just likes to balance these shits. How much money can we make when we bring this kid to New York?! So stupid!"

Isaiah Thomas didn't speak. Although most of the excellent outsiders would be Jordan's successor, Li Zheng's style is far from Jordan. At least Jordan can't make so many three-pointers, and Jordan does not have such strong organizational skills. What's more, Jordan is not as stylish as Li Zheng. The Smiling Assassin feels that his evaluation is very objective, and it is definitely not because of his grudges with Jordan that he smugs Li Zheng.

"He thought he was very smart, but in fact I had made a lot of money." James Dolan drank all the champagne and looked at the field excitedly, waiting for the start of the game.

James Dolan is a qualified businessman. He hit Li Zheng's hype just to reap some money. Now he has done it. If he can defend Li Zheng and get a decent victory, he will be a win.

The competition officially begins.

Randolph jumped the ball, and Eddie Curry had almost no desire to jump. Seeing Randolph transfer the ball to Li Zheng, Li Zheng received the ball and pushed it to the frontcourt. Marbury came over. As soon as Marbury was about to take out the ball, Li Zheng's figure disappeared in front of him.

Marbury was about to pursue him, but instantly hit a thick black wall. Randolph's pick-and-roll blocked Marbury strongly. Li Zheng made two steps into the inside. Eddie Curry was eager to try and was about to block Li Zheng, the hot super star, but Li Zheng was already flying high when he was about to take off.

Eddie Curry crossed his hands to protect his head from Li Zheng's crotch. Li Zheng's jumping height was too terrifying. Most of his head surpassed the basket and was almost crossing this 2.13-meter-long big man. Li Zheng smashed the ball into the basket with his right hand, and his body's inertia brought down Eddie Curry's thick body. Li Zheng grabbed the frame with one hand and made a one-handed pull-up.

"Beep!" The referee's whistle sounded, Eddie Curry blocked the foul, and Li Zheng had to make another free throw.

At this moment, Madison Garden Square was rarely silent. Li Zheng gently placed his hand beside his ear and grabbed the frame with one hand, like a world-famous painting that he had been conceived for a long time.

The referee came over and Li Zheng then let it go. The referee hesitated for a long time and did not yell at Li Zheng's technical foul. David Stern already knew that Li Zheng was a "good boy" who loves to cause trouble, so he asked to give Li Zheng the greatest convenience without making any difficulties. If other players were so arrogant and provoked, they might have already suffered the referee's ruthless T.

"Farke Brian Lee! Farke Brian Lee!"

New York fans fully release their most sincere love for Li Zheng. Although it is read as Fake, it is actually the pain and sorrow of seeking but not getting it.

Li Zheng deliberately circled around the field and listened to the voices of New York fans. However, unlike Li Zheng's relaxed freehand painting, the New York Knicks player David Lee looked embarrassed on the court, and being ordered by fans all over the court made it difficult for him to enjoy the fun of the game.

"Li, come and have a free throw." The referee urged Li Zheng, who was slutty, and Li Zheng bowed gracefully to the Knicks fans and walked to the free throw line, like a polite gentleman, but his style of play was extremely cold.

Added penalty hit.

New York Knicks fans screamed loudly and waved the inflatable stick in their hands to interfere with Li Zheng's free throw. Some women in the front row even lifted their clothes directly. Unfortunately, this is a monster with a free throw shooting percentage of nearly 95%. The Death-level shooter who lost only two goals this season could only watch Li Zheng hit the free throw in despair, and then they seemed to have a smile that mocked them on the corner of their mouths and ran back to their half.

"Good ball." Roy said with Li Zheng high-five.

"They are finished today. You know." Li Zheng said confidently.

"They are so unlucky." Roy said with a smile. He knew that Lee Jong could always burst out with stronger power when he was ridiculed and hit. Compared to the absolute king who was highly anticipated, Lee Jong was more like a fighter who became more and more courageous than the fiercest battle.

Roy is looking forward to Li Zheng's performance today. He hasn't seen Li Zheng with a sharp look like a knife for a long time. He was a cynical child when he was a sophomore, he was a fierce general who charged in the battle when he was a junior, he was an annoying tyrant when he was a senior, and he was an unquestionable king in the senior year.

Now Li Zheng is like the Son of God who has descended to the mortal world.

The Knicks fans were silenced as if they were pinched to their throats again. Li Zheng stole Stephen Marbury, and then calmly made a three-pointer after all the Knicks players retreated. Then he turned around and roared at Spike Lee, who had been roaring at him, and then the three-pointer fell into the net accurately.

Li Zheng put his hand next to his ear again, listening to the care given to him by the New York fans, "turn up the volume."

The Knicks called a timeout, and Isaiah Thomas roared loudly to cheer up the players and give Li Zheng the intensity and not let him score easily, but their distracted attitude and dodging eyes made Isaiah Thomas feel cold. He had an unknown premonition, a very, very unknown premonition.
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