Lin Xing's breakthrough directly broke through his imagination.

"Brent Barry couldn't even pull him. What kind of monster is he?"

Bill Simmons is not that he has never seen a young reporter on the market. On the contrary, after graduating from the political science of St. Cross, he did not go into politics, but chose to stay in the Boston Herald as a young reporter for the sake of the love in his heart.

He loves basketball and has watched countless basketball games.

He is very clear that many stars in the NBA can do such operations.

For example, Charles Barkley.

For example, Shaquille O'Neal.

But the problem is that players who can't even hold their opponents back are already super giants in the NBA, at least they are unique in the NBA.

Lin Xing has done this, doesn’t that mean...

"Penny is just a sleek style, but he is not at least one level higher than his peers. The record of Memphis University says everything, and Stalin..."

"Even Mustafa Hover, who has proved himself, and Brent Barry, who is very physically compatible, can't stop him."

Bill Simmons was horrified to find that everyone was discussing whether Lin Xing was qualified to be as good as pennies.

But perhaps the fact is that it is not Lin Xing who is not qualified to compete with him, but Penns.

Lin Xing's ball was naturally taken out by John Bayless.

Stephen Smith was shocked by his side. What is violent aesthetics? This is violent aesthetics!

Lin Xing's performance is getting more and more explosive. If you continue to watch this game like this, I'm afraid he will involuntarily brag Lin Xing like John Bayless.

But he refused from the bottom of his heart to let him surrender to the enemy and let him go on the most difficult road.

A wave of singles that neither of them could stop, Lin Xing beat his chest and roared, completely showing off his momentum.

He walked to the free throw line and hit a free throw.

Then turn around and defend the round.

He tangled around Brent Barry and completed another wave of steals.

With a one-stop after the steal, no one guarded the frontcourt, Lin Xing showed off a wave of windmills without hesitation.

He swung his arms, grabbed the ball, and pressed it into the basket.

With a clang!

On the sidelines, Jim Anderson looked up and was widened to the score gap of 7 points, and shook his head helplessly.

"It exploded, it exploded completely..."

"Oregon State can't stop Stalin at all. Now, the game has been controlled by Stalin alone."

"Although the score difference is not big, the suspense of this game is really not high."

Oregon State is snatching the score, but they are always in a position to fall behind.

Whenever I want to have a burst, close the gap in the scores and find hope for winning.

Lin Xing will stand up and pull the score back again and again, destroying Oregon's luxury of winning the big game.

In this way, Lin Xing almost broke the Oregon State University with his own strength.

At its home court, Long Beach ushered in another victory.

In this victory, Lin Xing scored 33 points, 4 rebounds, 11 assists and 3 steals.

In the NBC commentator's seat after the game, Stephen Smith remained silent, and Tony Gay only said some control words.

However, John Bayless, who appeared as a guest, has completely controlled the current stage.

He continued to emphasize: "I said, Stalin is a genius, and now he proves that what I say is true!

It's time for this dispute to end, what do you think, Stephen?"

Stephen Smith simply answered: "Maybe?"

On the court, Lin Xing, who won the game, pulled Brent Barry for a while and finally exchanged his jerseys.

"A jersey from the NBA two-time MVP college, a college jersey represented by 'whites can fly'. Even if you can't play basketball in the future, just auctioning these jerseys will be enough to make a fortune."

Lin Xing carried Brent Barry's jersey and walked to the sidelines, preparing to chat with Lao Zhang and Lao Ge and the others.

As a result, halfway through, he heard a tender shout from the height of the stands—

"Hey, Lord Tyrant, can you sign me? I'm your fan..."

Lin Xing stopped and looked up and saw a little black fan.

He was only three or four years old. When he saw Lin Xing looking at him, he was so excited that he kept pointing at him.

Behind him was a smiling middle-aged black man who looked like his father.

Although this little black fan was wearing Lucios' No. 12 jersey, Lin Xing still agreed with a smile:

"No problem, little guy, but remember to wear my jersey next time."

"As for the order, Lord Tyrant."

The little black fan bent his waist and bowed, his movements were funny.

Then he trotted over and pulled up his jersey.

Lin Xing thought about it and decided to give the little guy in front of him a message. After all, this was his first signature in the NCAA.

So he asked again: "What's your name, little guy?"

"Russell Westbrook!"

"What?"

"Russell Westbrook!"

Lin Xing was stunned, no, right? Turtle?

He immediately reacted, concealed his surprise, pretended to be inadvertent and glanced at the little black fan in front of him.

Although the little turtle has not yet grown, the mold of this face has a tendency to be a tiny turtle.

"Long Beach, Russell Westbrook, probably didn't run away."

Lin Xing touched his chin and wrote on Turtle's jersey-

"May my fan Russell Westbrook grow up healthily and become the future basketball superstar, Star Lin!"

After signing, Lin Xing returned the marker and then stroked the turtle's head.

"Okay, little guy, if you wear my jersey next time, you can come to me again. I'll sign you a better one."

"Thank you, Mr. Tyrant."

The young turtle felt so excited that he bowed to Lin Xing again.

Lin Xing couldn't help but smile, raised his hand and greeted Guigui's father.

Turn around and go to find Lao Zhang and Lao Ge.
Chapter completed!