NBA, Yao Ming is back!

Chapter 57 You want me to go to the Magic? Too bad you're not high enough in the draft.

The male skier ultimately had to miss the game due to collapsing and being unable to get up.

The blue team, now missing one combatant, is even more vulnerable.

Yao Ming closely guarded Okur.

The driver used his projectile to shoot at his sister-in-law from a distance.

Ultimately, they killed the opponent.

They lost by a large margin of 20 points.

70: 50.

In this situation where both sides are elites, the inferior dog actually defeats the superior dog.

Ultimately, the driver and Yao Ming won the MVP award at the Paris training camp.

The top scorer driver.

Yao Ming, the rebounding king and shot-blocking king.

Liu Wei, the assist king.

Even so, Liu Wei made a point of showing off in front of Navarro, whether it was due to overflowing confidence or genuine belief that he was better than him, it's hard to tell.

And then came a brilliant pass and a one-on-one play.

This made Navarro remember the Chinese team's defender very well.

Daweizi.

Yes, that's what they call it.

Damn Dawei.

I will definitely defeat you someday!

I wonder if Yao Ming would think this way if he knew Navarro.

What would you be thinking?

What a mad world!

After the match, Hardaway personally interacted with the winning team.

This also made these people fully understand the true strength of NBA stars.

Liu Wei was completely disoriented by the shaking.

The driver was so shaken that he almost lost his footing.

Only Yao Ming.

I saw Haddaway's flamboyant swaying.

Ah, it didn't move at all.

Seeing that Yao Ming wasn't moving an inch, Hardaway, who was getting a little bored with his constant flailing, suddenly stopped and asked in confusion, "Wait, why aren't you coming up to defend me?"

"It's no use guarding you. If I guard you, can't you attack the basket? I'm a big guy, and if I guard you from beyond the three-point line, you'll definitely drive me through like a sieve."

"There's no need to defend without teammates providing support and delay."

"Aren't you afraid I'll make the shot?"

"Compared to you attacking the basket, if I let you shoot, your chances of making the shot are even lower."

"If I let you shoot under the basket, every shot will go in, right? If I let you shoot, we can take a gamble."

Ah!

Hadaway thought about it and found that it actually made some sense.

If I let myself shoot under the basket, I'd be guaranteed to make the shot every time.

Even when you're forced to shoot, there's still a chance you might miss.

Even though the probability isn't high in this level of competition, it is indeed higher compared to attacking the basket.

Sure, you've got some brains.

Hmm, his brain seems to be better than that big fat guy's.

It needs to be better.

Sigh, isn't it strange? Why do I keep thinking about that big fat guy?

Are people really that despicable?

Do we only realize how good someone is after we've lost them?

Yao Ming had no idea what Hardaway was thinking, but his idea was to allow shots but not drives.

Moreover, these star players, in order to showcase themselves, cannot simply take turns shooting three-pointers from the outside.

Wouldn't that seem too low-class?

Anyway, I'll let you shoot the mid-range shot.

A long shot, two points.

You're in, so you're in.

If I don't advance, I'll have a chance to counterattack.

Nowitzki looked at it, then slammed his fist against his palm, a look of sudden realization on his face—

Big kidneys are awesome!

Why didn't I think of that?

You can't defend against these kinds of star players anyway. If you try to defend against both, you might end up losing sight of one. It's better to just choose one.

As for why Yao Ming is called "Big Waist"...

That's because Liu Wei calls him Big Yao.

In the eyes of the German Nowitzki, there was no difference between Yao Ming and Yao Zi.

You're really something else!

Perhaps missing this old friend, Hardaway's legs went a little weak, and he missed the shot.

After Yao Ming got the ball, he saw that if Hardaway didn't score, it would be his turn to score.

Hadaway had previously demonstrated that neither the driver, Liu Wei, nor Kirilenko had any chance to resist.

The game ended after the first ball was intercepted.

I didn't expect that I would still have a chance to attack.

Yao Ming looked at Hardaway and realized that even now, with his face-up ability, it was still difficult to score against an All-Star level guard like him, mainly because Hardaway wouldn't let him dribble the ball.

This is not a CBA player.

He's not an ordinary NBA player either.

This is an NBA All-Star level player, in his prime, although he only has one more year left.

Yao Ming came up with a solution and tried it when facing the basket. It was too easy to get the ball stolen, and the hand contact rules of this era were too favorable to defense.

It seems I still need to improve my dribbling skills, and it would be best to wait for the league to lift the hand-testing rules.

All basketball skills are inextricably linked to the rules; if you don't understand this, you've wasted your time playing professional basketball. Understanding the rules is one of the keys to success in any industry.

Of course, if you become too strong, the rules will automatically restrict you.

But it's clear that Hardaway isn't at that level yet.

Yao Ming thought for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something.

Why don't you just turn your back?

The current league doesn't have the Barkley rule or the five-second violation rule, so you can just push the basket however you want.

At least I weighed 117 kilograms, the heaviest person in the entire event. This shows the advantage of being tall. Even if you are both very thin, if you are taller, you will weigh more.

100 kilograms on a person who is 1.7 meters tall and a person who is 2 meters tall.

They are completely different styles.

It's not that Hardaway is bad; Hardaway's core strength and combat ability are very good. But unfortunately, he has always been small in size and fights with a light and agile style.

After joining the league and building muscle for a few years, I now weigh just over 90 kilograms.

Since that's the case...

I won't hold back.

Perhaps against tough interior players, especially physical NBA interior players who are heavier than you, you won't have much of an advantage, but if you're facing someone much lighter, or even someone of similar weight...

That's the NBA-level physical strength I've developed through years of scientific training.

It will be effective immediately.

Yao Ming then stuck out his big butt.

His years of hard work training his glutes have finally paid off; his butt is now much bigger than before, especially when he sticks it out…

Hardaway felt a familiar wave of hips.

It came toward his chest.

Bang!

Want to post up? I'm an NBA player...

What the hell!

Upon contact, Hardaway felt as if a jet engine had suddenly been installed in his groin.

It felt like my whole body was lifted off the ground.

This was just a test, after all, they hadn't faced any NBA-level opponents since the restart, and they didn't expect...

Haddaw is so easily defeated.

Then I'm sorry.

Bang!

Several more times in succession.

Hardaway was pushed inside, and Yao Ming scored with a simple hook shot.

"Not bad, kid. Now I'm going to get serious!"

He had to get his revenge for losing face, but Yao Ming didn't give him a chance at all. He kept hitting Hardaway in the back, and this time he felt like he was using all his strength, but he still couldn't hold on.

It went over, and then another small projectile was launched.

You're talking about jumping? Damn it, how can you even jump like that?

After being hit so hard, you lose your balance completely, how can you still think of jumping?

This is why those athletic guys, when facing a powerful inside player, might be able to reach higher and jump stronger than him, but they simply can't jump high enough.

Because they just casually raised their hand.

It's right on the basketball hoop.

You have to jump, no matter what.

They don't even need to jump; the time difference is enough for them to score easily.

brush--

Seeing that Yao Ming had tied the score at 8-8.

In American-style one-on-one, it's only 11 points.

Hardaway couldn't find a way through the last three balls.

That could very well result in a critical hit.

"Wait, what if Hardaway crashes?"

Don Casey, looking at the score, had a bad feeling.

"I trust NBA stars, they won't mess up. Hardaway was just messing with him," said Don Nelson, because many NBA players do like to control the score at the limit and then turn the tide.

Having watched so many training camps over the years, it's not like I've never seen anything like it before.

It's a pity.

Hardaway himself didn't think so.

He even thought to himself, if he keeps backing down his opponent like this, the basketball rules will have to be changed!

If this isn't changed, who can stand up to someone like this? The defenders are at a huge disadvantage!

It's okay, I'll change it later, but not now.

If it were 5 vs 5, a teammate would definitely come up to help you switch defenses, but this is 1 vs 1.

As Yao Ming became increasingly comfortable and experienced with his back-to-the-basket moves, he delivered another powerful blow, this time with even greater intensity...

Hardaway felt like his feet were about to leave the ground.

My pectoral muscles are about to be softened by that big butt.

Will I turn into a girl if I keep going like this?

This guy's ability to compete is at the NBA level. No, even ordinary NBA-level centers can't give me this kind of feeling!

This is a serious mess.

Then Yao Ming scored another goal.

Hadaway had a sudden inspiration.

Hey, I'm not going to defend the next ball.

They deliberately let him win.

Won't people think I'm taking care of the younger players?

It has both face and substance.

My brain works really well.