NBA, Yao Ming is back!

Hu Weidong kicked Liang Da's defense away with one foot.

It was only then that Liang Da understood.

Why is he called the Chinese Jordan?

Because of Hu Weidong when he gets serious.

He's the Chinese Jordan! That's a declarative sentence.

Hu Weidong completely ignored Liang Da's defense.

After a quick change of direction, he pulled up for a three-pointer.

brush------

The basketball went into the net.

6-5.

Then he pointed at Yao Ming.

It means it's your turn.

This is insane.

Liang Da understood.

This is like gods fighting, and mortals suffer!

These two are facing off.

The defenders are in for a lot of trouble.

They're not even in the same league as them.

Isn't that just watching them perform?

Moreover, the two players are not in the same position, so they cannot directly attack or defend against each other.

It's only those who are truly in a difficult position who suffer.

Yao Ming looked at the hand that Hu Weidong was pointing at, and the fighting spirit in his eyes also rose.

He even raised his hand and gave Hu Weidong a three-pointer gesture.

The meaning couldn't be clearer—if you can shoot, so can I.

This caused an uproar among the fans at the Jiangsu home stadium. The chants of Hu Weidong's name were now mixed with gasps of surprise.

No one expected that a 2.26-meter tall center would dare to compete with "China's Jordan" in three-pointers; this was an unprecedented scene.

What is he planning to do?

Li Qiuping suddenly had a bad feeling. Young people are easily angered. Could he have fallen into this old fox's trap?

Abandon your own strengths and instead engage in direct confrontation with the strengths of others.

Isn't that using a short weapon to attack a long one?

He thought to himself that if Yao Ming had a series of problems later, he would call a timeout and substitute him to calm him down.

They are still young players; it would be good for them to calm down.

But things quickly developed in a way that exceeded his expectations.

Or rather, it exceeded everyone's expectations.

The game continued, and with the Big Diesel in possession, his teammates didn't lob the ball into the paint again, but instead passed it directly to Yao Ming at the top of the key.

After that three-pointer, everyone could see that Yao Ming was going to go toe-to-toe with Hu Weidong on the perimeter today.

Although they didn't understand why Yao Ming did this, is it really reasonable for a center to shoot three-pointers?

If you don't accept that, just attack the inside.

But now Yao Ming is the team's leader.

This is beyond doubt.

What does the boss want you to do?

If you don't do it within the team.

Be careful, or you might not be able to stay in this team.

"What are you doing, John? Get to the defense right now!"

Seeing that Spencer was still lingering under the basket, Hu Weidong immediately reminded him to move to the front.

John Spencer could only reluctantly walk up, his heart filled with frustration and confusion. Having played in the CBA for so long, he had always been stuck in the paint, defending against post-up moves and drives...

When have I ever been able to defend beyond the three-point line?

The two 2.26-meter-tall man in front of him stood outside the three-point line, holding the ball in his hand, looking at him calmly. Spencer was completely at a loss as to how to position himself defensively.

With outstretched hands, he feared being beaten; with folded hands, he feared being shot. He stood frozen in place, his center of gravity swaying back and forth.

Yao Ming looked at him and smirked. He dribbled the ball lightly with his right hand, and with a simple triple threat move, Spencer's center of gravity was instantly shifted.

He staggered to one side.

In that split second, Yao Ming did not hesitate, leaping up and flicking his wrist, sending the basketball flying toward the basket once again.

brush--

Another three-pointer!

8-6!

In? In again?

After Yao Ming landed, he didn't stop, but just turned his head to look at Hu Weidong and surprisingly stretched out his hand as well, meaning it was Hu Weidong's turn this time.

Spencer stood there, hands on his hips, his face flushed red. He felt like a joke. A player who was second in rebounding in the league had been outmaneuvered by an inside player from beyond the three-point line, with no way to defend him.

If this gets out...

Ok?

The news got out, but it didn't seem to cause any big deal of trouble.

Because of this era.

Even in the NBA, they don't usually defend like that.

From a young age, we were taught how to defend in the paint.

This kind of defensive concept.

You asked him to move to the vicinity of the three-point line.

His defensive experience is truly... a complete blank.

Jiangsu team had possession of the ball. The moment Hu Weidong received the ball, Liang Da immediately closed in. This time, he dared not relax for a moment, spreading his arms wide and staring intently at Hu Weidong's every move, not even daring to breathe.

Liang Da's strict defense was utterly insignificant in the face of Hu Weidong, whose fighting spirit had been fully unleashed.

The effects of "China's Flying Man - Level 3" were fully unleashed, his fighting spirit on the court continued to rise, and the increase in his three-point shooting percentage was layered upon layer. Hu Weidong's eyes were only on the basketball hoop.

He held the ball a step outside the three-point line, without changing direction or breaking through, he simply bent his knees slightly and then suddenly pulled up, the whole movement was extremely fast.

Liang Da didn't even realize when he jumped, and could only subconsciously raise his hand to block, but only touched thin air.

The moment the basketball left his hand, Hu Weidong's eyes were locked on the basket. With just the right amount of force in his wrist, the basketball grazed the front edge of the rim and swished through the net.

brush--

Three point hit!

9-8!

Holy crap, these two.

They're going crazy with their back-and-forth fighting!

The coaching staff, as well as those watching on TV, were all bewildered by this back-and-forth maneuvering.

Such a move has never happened in the CBA, or even in the NBA.

Even Nelson, who was just about to write down the sentence, "He's still easily impulsive and lacks experience," was not impressed.

The pen suddenly stopped.

Because of this scene.

It's obvious they're scoring.

Scoring a goal on the basketball court is the only thing that matters. Don't worry about whether it's reasonable or not; if you score, it's reasonable.

The same applies to the NBA.

After landing, Hu Weidong turned around, raised his chin at Yao Ming, and then pointed to a spot two steps behind him outside the three-point line.

Does it mean, "Do you dare to come here and cast your ballot?"

The cheers from the crowd nearly lifted the roof off the arena. Fans chanted Hu Weidong's name wildly, and even the commentator excitedly shouted, "Hu Weidong! A super long-range three-pointer! This is China's Jordan! This is our ceiling on the perimeter!"

In this era, the FIBA ​​NBA line should be only around 6.25 meters.

When Yao Ming looked at the spot he was pointing to, it was only about 6.7 meters wide, which is the equivalent of the three-point line in later generations.

simple.

These are all within my usual firing range.

Furthermore, after activating the [China Flying Man. Level 4] skill.

He could feel his own hand as well.

It was so hot it was burning.

Liang Da stood there, his legs weak. He felt like his defense was made of paper. Hu Weidong could shoot or drive whenever he wanted, and he had no way to stop him. He could only watch helplessly as his opponent put the ball into the basket again and again. That feeling of powerlessness almost made him collapse on the spot.

But nobody cares what he thinks now.

When Yao Ming saw the spot Hu Weidong pointed to, his fighting spirit was completely ignited. Without saying a word, he raised his hand to his teammates to ask for the ball. This time, he went directly to the spot where Hu Weidong had just shot a super long three-pointer.

He raised his hand and shot.

John Spencer had no intention of going any further.

He was completely bewildered. What was this big guy trying to do? Wasn't one step beyond the three-point line enough? Did he have to retreat several steps?

Can you even shoot a basketball?

He had never defended an inside player this far away in his entire life, and he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, so he had no intention of moving forward at all.

brush--

A long-range three-pointer, and it's in!

11-9!

As a result, the other person hit the target with a simple flick of their wrist.

Spencer immediately understood Liang Da's predicament.

This is ridiculous, it's like two gods are fighting.

How could we mere mortals withstand such a strain?

After scoring, Yao Ming even nodded at Hu Weidong again, this time to a spot even further away.

"Coach Li, you actually kept Yao Ming behind for extra three-point practice. You're really good at keeping quiet about that."

Several assistant coaches immediately spoke up.

They assumed that Li Qiuping had specially trained Yao Ming as a weapon. But the turmoil in Li Qiuping's heart was no less than theirs.

Because of this, he simply...

I had no idea.

These assistant coaches know as much as he knows.

Hu Weidong is ruthless enough; he took a step forward, bringing the distance to around 6.9 meters.

He raised his hand and hit a three-pointer.

Liang Da didn't know how to defend against these things, and he didn't have the habit of defending that far ahead.

Let alone the current CBA three-point line, the FIBA ​​three-point line is only 6.25 meters.

How can we defend against this from the outside?

You're shooting now, more than half a meter away from the three-point line.

You guys...

brush.

The sound of a goal came from behind me.

Liang Da only wants to say one thing—

Or maybe I should just apply for a transfer.

But Zhang Yong isn't stupid either. You want me to defend against such a hot-blooded Hu Weidong?

I'm not going.

Liang Da: ...

The same thing happened on the other side. Spencer also wanted another foreign player to help him switch inside, but the other player pretended not to see it.

A person who only wants to defend themselves.

That level of focus!

Spencer looked on so hard he wanted to stomp his feet.

Hu Weidong thought that this would intimidate the opposing center.

After all, that three-point distance is already quite far.

Haven't the NBA cut the three-point line in the last few seasons?

That's farther than the NBA's current three-point line.

从94~97年这三个赛季nba的三分线，缩短到了22英尺，也就是6米7左右。

If you calculate it that way, the distance we just covered was indeed much farther.

I thought that for an inside player to go toe-to-toe with me like this, he was already a force to be reckoned with.

But Yao Ming's next play completely stunned Spencer.

He actually walked to a position even further than Hu Weidong had just been.

Zhang Shou wants the ball.

Zhang Yong didn't know what he was doing either. After the ball was passed over, he realized that the distance was too far and there was nothing he could do.

But the game had just ended.

Yao Ming received the ball with no one guarding him.

Then raise your hand.

Lift high.

Slightly bend your knees, and the force surges straight up from the soles of your feet.

With a light flick of the wrist, the hand is released.

I……

Spencer felt like he was about to curse.

Is this the CBA?

Did I wander onto the wrong set?

Not to mention him, even Hu Weidong didn't expect this.

How dare they throw like that!

This distance is estimated to be 7 meters, no, it's even further than 7 meters.

Absolutely, that's the standard NBA three-point line, 7.25 meters.

It will be back to normal when I go to play in the NBA next year.

It's just that we're making a move from this distance domestically.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Few perimeter players can do that?

Let alone being able to do it, very few people have even practiced this distance.

Not to mention inside players.

And Yao Ming, he's a big man inside player.

However, he probably won't be able to get in from that far away. If he misses, that's an opportunity to break his momentum.

Hu Weidong turned his head, intending to shout to protect the backboard.

can.

With a whoosh.

The words he was about to shout were all stuck in his throat.

"Brother Dong."

"Should we continue?"

Yao Ming's voice came through.

For the first time, Hu Weidong felt as if this place was not the CBA A league.

Instead, he returned to Atlanta.

It felt like facing a terrifying team again.

For example, Wang Zhizhi in the second game against Yao Ming.

That's the feeling that arises.

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