in2ebook Chapter 36 The Rockets, that lousy team, don't deserve Wang Xiucheng.
Chapter 36 The Rockets, that lousy team, don't deserve Wang Xiucheng.
Wang Xiucheng missed the free throw.
Wang Xiucheng clapped his hands, somewhat dissatisfied with himself.
The game begins again.
Moody defends Wang Xiucheng.
His defensive strategy is the same as Green's: give you some space, let you drive, but don't let you pass.
Wang Xiucheng tried several times, and whenever he broke through, Moody would go and attack the others, completely ignoring him.
Wang Xiucheng threw in several balls, and about half of them went in.
While it may seem efficient, it is the least efficient method for Wang Xiucheng.
Because when he passes the ball to his teammates on the perimeter for a three-pointer, the three-point shooting percentage is boosted, making it far more efficient than him passing the ball to his teammates one by one.
Breaking through is actually very physically demanding for Wang Xiucheng, and it's not nearly as easy as making an assist.
Wang Xiucheng received the ball again, accelerated, and drove into the paint, where only Shen Jing and Bjelica were under the basket.
Belica didn't come over to help defend, he just kept Shen Jing pinned down.
Shen Jing ran towards the outside, and Belica followed Shen Jing towards the outside, ignoring Wang Xiucheng.
Suddenly, the area under the basket was wide open.
Meanwhile, Moody, who was behind Green, went to double-team him.
For a moment, Wang Xiucheng was the only one left in the free throw area.
Wang Xiucheng dribbled the ball and jumped high, his arms outstretched, the basketball held high in his mind.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the basketball was slammed into the hoop by Wang Xiucheng.
Tomahawk dunk!
Applause erupted throughout the stadium, and many Chinese fans screamed.
Curry, sitting on the sidelines, instinctively stood up, his eyes filled with envy.
He could see it clearly: Wang Xiucheng's hand had completely extended beyond the rim, meaning he still had at least 10cm of leeway.
Moreover, that hang time was terrifying; the basketball had already been dunked in, and Wang Xiucheng had only just landed.
Even if I put all my strength into it, I couldn't dunk that easily.
In four minutes, the Rockets went on an 11-5 run, bringing the total score to 43-42, with the Rockets leading by one point.
Kerr couldn't wait for the official timeout and went straight onto the court to call a timeout.
Silas glanced at Cole. "In that case, I'll make a change."
Silas saw this as a sign of Cole's surrender.
"Your Majesty, take a rest and let someone else come on." Silas began to arrange the lineup for the upcoming match.
Wang Xiucheng took the towel, nodded, and then draped it over his head.
Seeing Porter Jr. and the other players on the Rockets' bench stand up, Kerr inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
"Guys, it's time to get on the court. It's not good to let those rookies laugh at us," Cole encouraged his players.
Curry, Wiggins, Looney, Poole, and even Green stood up.
The Warriors cannot accept that the Rockets' bench players beat them like this.
Even if they are substitutes on their own side.
The match resumed quickly, with both sides bringing on their key players, and the game proceeded as planned.
On the sidelines, Deng Ziqi asked Wu Yanzu, puzzled, "Why do I think Wang Xiucheng played better? Why wasn't he allowed to play?"
Wu Yanzu and Deng Ziqi's agents switched places, so Wu Yanzu became Deng Ziqi's commentator, which allowed Deng Ziqi to learn a lot about basketball.
Although she quickly forgot about it again.
Wu Yanzu looked embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it to her. Explaining the matter of giving up was too troublesome.
He could only think for a moment and then say, "The Rockets don't want to win, and the reasons are complicated. Just know that the better Wang Xiucheng plays, the less playing time he gets."
Deng Ziqi was visibly surprised: "Is that so? Can't Wang Xiucheng go to another team? There should be more teams that want to win, right?"
“Yes, the vast majority of teams want to win.” Wu Yanzu said awkwardly again, “But Wang Xiucheng has a contract.”
Deng Ziqi fell silent; she had a deep understanding of the constraints of contracts.
With the return of their key players, the Warriors quickly regained their advantage.
By the end of the second quarter, the Warriors were leading 69-61 by 8 points.
Intermission.
Penguin Live Room.
Yang Yi kept shaking his head; if he weren't still live-streaming, he really would have cursed.
Yang Yi had his reservations, but the comments section had none.
The screen was filled with messages of greeting to Silas's family.
Whether you're a Warriors fan or a Rockets fan, you want to see Wang Xiucheng and Curry compete on the same court, but Silas just won't let you have your way. Aren't you angry?
This competition was also a free event, and the number of online viewers had already exceeded ten million. If Tencent hadn't changed its servers in advance, the live stream would probably have crashed long ago.
“王修承上半场打了8分50秒，拿下10分4助攻。”王蒙汇报了下数据，然后着重说道：“正负值+13。”
After waiting a while and seeing that no one responded, Wang Meng could only continue, "Wang Xiucheng took 9 shots and made 4, all of which were two-point floaters. What do you two teachers think of this?"
Seeing that Yang Yi was still gathering his strength, Wang Shipeng said first, "The Warriors are right to let Wang Xiucheng drive and shoot. Wang Xiucheng doesn't have a three-pointer, so he can only drive or pass. And the Warriors have guarded everyone else, so Wang Xiucheng has to do it himself most of the time."
"Wait a moment, Coach Wang. Meng Chao seems to be doing an interview up ahead. Let's take a look together." Wang Meng suddenly interrupted Wang Shipeng.
The scene shifts, and Deng Ziqi appears on screen.
The appearance of the two beautiful women significantly reduced the hostility in the live stream.
After exchanging greetings, Meng Chao asked directly, "Why are you here?"
"There's a concert here tomorrow. Today was an invitation from the organizers, and it's also a chance to scout out the venue in advance." Deng Ziqi's signature voice and goldfish-like mouth made her look very cute.
Even Meng Chao couldn't help but smile.
"Did you see Wang Xiucheng? How did he do?" Meng Chao continued to ask.
She simply saw Deng Ziqi and Wu Yanzu watching the game from the sidelines, so she asked if she could interview them, just to see if that would be a good idea.
I didn't expect them to agree so easily.
"Great, he played really well." Deng Ziqi didn't know how else to describe someone's good basketball skills, so she added, "And he's handsome too."
Seemingly having found a like-minded person, Meng Chao subconsciously nodded.
"Hi there."
Just then, Wu Yanzu suddenly appeared in the frame, smiling and greeting everyone.
This is their newly designed entrance, intended to surprise the fans.
And this was indeed a pleasant surprise.
The fans who were just spamming Deng Ziqi's name in the live stream chat suddenly started spamming "Azu, stop it."
This amused Yang Yi and the others.
"Are you here for Wang Xiucheng?" Meng Chao handed the microphone to Wu Yanzu.
"Actually, no." Wu Yanzu told the truth: "I am a Warriors fan and a Curry fan. I actually bought the tickets for today when the season started. At that time, I didn't even know who Wang Xiucheng was."
“But recently Wang Xiucheng seems to have suddenly appeared, and she’s playing very well. I was supposed to go back to China to film today, but I postponed it for a day just to watch this match. Of course, now I have to postpone it for another day. I’m going to her concert tomorrow.” Wu Yanzu pointed to Deng Ziqi next to him.
Although it is known that Wu Yanzu is not of Chinese descent, the word "return" is very pleasing to the fans.
At least they're eating China's food without smashing China's bowl.
We chatted for a few more minutes until the players started warming up on the field, at which point the interview ended.
Perhaps it was the good mood brought on by the two big stars that finally put Yang Yi in the live broadcast room less angry.
"I don't know if the other teams can hear us." Yang Yi was unusually serious. "Wang Xiucheng is definitely a qualified rotation player. Even if he doesn't have a three-point shot, his ball-handling and dribbling skills will definitely benefit the team a lot."
“So,” Yang Yi said in a deep voice, “so, if any team can trade for Wang Xiucheng, I believe that all Chinese fans will become fans of that team, just like the Rockets 20 years ago.”
Yang Yi took a deep breath: "Yes, I hope Wang Xiucheng goes to another team."
I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean. Wang Xiucheng shouldn't be on this lousy team. The Rockets, this lousy team, don't deserve Wang Xiucheng.