Beep!

The referee threw the ball high.

Bang!

Eddie Curry Gasol's long arms were poked out high and he actually caught the ball at the same time.

The ball moved irregularly and accidentally fell into Wang Xiaohui's hand on the middle circle.

When Wang Xiaohui got the ball, everyone's first reaction was that he would hand over the ball and give it to Arenas, who was point guard.

However, no one expected that Wang Xiaohui suddenly rose up, squeezed out Bathir, who was defending himself, and directly accelerated and rushed to the frontcourt.

"Stop him!"

Bathir shouted quickly.

The white team members quickly turned their attention to Wang Xiaohui.

In front of Wang Xiaohui, point guard Richardson was already waiting at the free throw line. On the back, Gasol, Jefferson, and Randolph were all rushing towards this side.

Team Bai is in a pincer attack. In this case, Wang Xiaohui dares not attack, right?

On the field, Wang Xiaohui was indeed like this.

When he was about to meet Richardson, Wang Xiaohui suddenly slowed down and turned around, as if he was looking for someone.

"wang, here!"

Arenas and the others have all come to support.

But at this moment, when everyone's attention was diverted, Wang Xiaohui suddenly turned around!

A gust of wind killed Richardson.

Richardson had no reaction at all, so he could only watch Wang Xiaohui rush into the inside.

The inside line was very empty at this time, and Gasol and Randolph were both slower and did not take the position.

However, there are still people staring at Wang Xiaohui.

"I won't let you succeed!"

Richard Jefferson!

The last time I met, my failure was thanks to the guy in front of me.

Today, Jefferson won back no matter how much.

Wang Xiaohui rushed to the basket from the left, and Jefferson came to the right wing to make up for defense.

"I rushed in, the two are going to meet!"

In the live commentator seat, Barkley and Kenny Smith were both very excited.

Countless fans at the scene were staring at the basket. How would this ball end?

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

Wang Xiaohui and Jefferson jumped up almost at the same time.

"Oh, Jefferson's position is very good. His jumping height almost covered wang. This ball, wang may be bad!"

Before Kenny Smith finished speaking, Wang Xiaohui and Jefferson crossed over on the field.

In the air, Wang Xiaohui seemed to shrink, flashed past Jefferson, and glided under the basket.

On the other side of the basket, with a hooked hand, the basketball flew straight towards the rebounding high with a strong circumference.

Scream ~

The basketball lightly sided on the upper right corner of the rebound and immediately changed its discovery and entered the basket at an extremely exaggerated angle.

Whoosh!

“Wow!!!”

The ball entered, and the cheers suddenly rang out.

Looking at the field, I seemed to look at Jefferson at his right hand, shrugged and spread my hands, many people remembered the myths of the basketball world.

"Wang's pulling rod action reminded me of someone."

"Michael Jordan! Wang is actually imitating Michael Jordan."

"Why am I possessed by Michael Jordan today?"

Kenny Smith also had the same idea in the commentary seat.

"Charles, who did you remember when you saw the ball just now?"

"Oh, man, of course I know who you are talking about. However, wang's strength has not reached the height of that bastard. Although I don't like that bastard, I'm talking about justice here. wang is still far from it. It's just a pull rod, which many people can do."

Barkley and Jordan are not in the way.

Barkley finally reached the finals, but was defeated by that bastard.

Michael Jordan recruited this guy to the training camp, so Barkley naturally did not slander Wang Xiaohui and was definitely not optimistic about it.

"So, Wang's current predicted ranking is more than 30. What do you think his final ranking will be?"

"Well, I said before that wang's ranking is relatively high. His final ranking should be around 58."

“58?”

If it were someone else, I would definitely not understand the meaning, but Kenny Smith knew it.

This year, the Timberwolves were investigated and confirmed by the Yin-Yang contract, and NBA finally gave a big ticket.

The Timberwolves were deprived of their first-round pick for five years.

So, this year's draft will only have 57 seats.

Barkley's 58 is really good at speaking.

"Haha, Charles, you might as well just say wang will lose the election."

"No, I think 58 is pretty good."

"Don't tell me that you don't know about Minnesota."

"Okay, that's what I mean."

"So, everyone, I'm optimistic. Charles holds a grudge against the last incident, and he just doesn't like wang."

"Stop talking nonsense, I am an objective and fair commentator. Forget it, let's go back to the game. We saw the White Team's half-field position battle, wow!"

Barkley just saw a bloody scene on the court.

On the court, Jefferson got rid of Wallace's defense and rushed into the inside. With a beautiful turn, with the help of Gasol's cover, he directly avoided the defense and rushed to the basket.

As Jefferson was about to smash the ball into the basket, a big hand slammed from behind.

Bang!

The basketball was blown away and hit the rebound directly.

With a bang, the basketball rebounded instantly!

Counterattack!

The Red Team's chase and counterattack!

Wang Xiaohui, who was about to go down, got a pass while moving, and he bypassed the defense of Bathir and Richardson, rose directly, and dunked the ball into the basket in front of the two of them.

"Wow!!! Good ball, another one!"

"wang! It's wang again!"

"Wow, I have a hunch that today will be a special performance for wang."

With two offenses and one defense, Wang Xiaohui's wonderful performance directly detonated the field.

However, this is just the beginning.

Iron-blooded defense, no mistake!

Richardson was intercepted, and Bathir's offense was pressed to death, blocking Jefferson's impact from the front, robbing Randolph's ball, and Gasol was a big hat in the air.

He played singles on his back, and won many times.

Bathil, Richardson, and Jefferson were defeated repeatedly. No matter who was replaced, there was no way to deal with him. Even if it was a double-team, Wang Xiaohui could find a mobile phone in the gap and kill his opponent!

Invasive to the inside line!

Jefferson was knocked over and over! Randolph was fooled and fell to the ground! Gasol was ridden and lost all his face.

…

Beep!

The 24-minute game in the first half was over.

34-56

The Red Team led by 22 points!

Among them, Wang Xiaohui scored 30 points, 5 rebounds, 6 assists, 4 steals, and 4 blocks.

Wang Xiaohui dominated the game alone.

The performance of dominance directly conquered everyone on the scene.

“wang,wang,wang!”

"I've heard that Wang was studying under Michael Jordan in Chicago. Now, needless to say, he is definitely Michael Jordan's successor."

"Someone said before that wang is hiding his strength! Is it a stone hammer today?"

"Wang is too awesome, right? He was really hidden in his mind before."

"Another Michael Jordan appears."

Seeing Wang Xiaohui and his teammates celebrating the outcome, Jefferson looked dull.

Before he came, he had decided to take revenge for a single shot, but he never expected that this would be the case.

"How is this possible? How is it possible? Is this person possessed by Michael Jordan?"

Looking at Jefferson who was stunned on the court, Kenny Smith and Barkley were very sympathetic.

They were all defeated by that bastard, and they knew the bastard’s actions the most.

Although they don't like it very much, they can't do anything about it.

At this time, they could fully understand how Richard Jefferson felt on the court.

To be honest, they felt the shadow of that man.

"Charles, do you still think so about Wang's draft prospects now?"

"He killed all the top few draft picks, but he still killed them with a crushing posture. What do you think I want to evaluate?"

Looking at Barkley's helpless look, Kenny Smith was the happiest.

"Okay, then, the question is. There will be a defender like Wang with amazing strength like this. With talented centers like Kwame Brown, who do you think the No. 1 pick will be?"

"Of course, it's still better to choose Kwame Brown and Tyson Chandler. The inside line is the mainstream of this era."

"Isn't this saying circulated on public opinion? 'If you have Qiao, choose Qiao, and if you don't, choose Shark, why not choose Wang?"

"Of course you have to choose Joe, but there is no. Wang's super-level performance today really amazed me, but compared to Michael Jordan, wang's talent is still much worse. At least, his arm span is ten centimeters less than Michael."

Barkley's idea is the same as many professionals.

Even if we go back to the 1984 draft, the No. 1 pick will still be Olajuwon, not Jordan!
Chapter completed!