"Haha...Reggie Miller challenged Kwame Brown who was standing on the sidelines. What do he want to do? He wants to compete with Kwame for singles at the basket or rebounding ability? In fact, this doesn't need to be compared. I can tell Reggie Miller clearly that he will lose in these two events! If they compare their sexual ability, with Kwame Brown's ability to shake 90 minutes, I believe Reggie Miller is not an opponent. If he compares who has a bigger mouth, Reggie Miller's chances of winning are quite good..." Charles Barkley mocked in the commentary seat.

"I think Reggie Miller wants to have a three-point match with Kwame Brown again. The last time Kwame Brown and Reggie Miller killed the sky and the earth in the All-Star Game. In the end, Kwame Brown possessed God and announced the birth of the new king with an unexpected full score. I think Reggie Miller must be very dissatisfied." Kenny Smith took over the topic of Charles Barkley.

"Reggie Miller is really shameless. He actually drew down what he was best at at home and asked Kwamei to jump inside. This is such a fucking bastard. I've seen shameless people but I've seen such shameless people!"

"Charles, you can't say that. You have to know that this is the city of Indianapolis, which can easily cause trouble for yourself. Maybe after you walk out of the Conseco Arena, someone will use a baseball bat to hit the back of your head!"

"Ha... Should I buy a helmet right away..."

pause!

"Michael, what's going on?" Doug Collins felt a little confused about what happened. He asked anxiously as soon as Michael Jordan sat on the bench.

Michael Jordan, too, wiped his sweat from the towel I handed over and said, "Damn it! That bastard showed off to me after he made a three-pointer. I said that he could even do his level at the center. After saying it a few times in a row, it turned out like this!"

Doug Collins frowned and thought hard about the good solutions.

Respond to the challenge?

Or not to fight?

Faced with this situation, Doug Collins didn't seem to know what to do. Let me face the fight and go to a one-on-one single-handed fight with a shooting guard. It is obvious that it is a big possibility that it will not be able to prevent it. It is very likely that this game that would have easily won will have some changes. If I don't let me face it, everyone can imagine how the newspapers will sarcastically sarcastically sarcastically say that I am a coward, and that it will be light. If I don't do it well, this will greatly affect my business value and my image in the hearts of all Americans.

"Doug, this game is already more than 20 points ahead. Let Kwame go! Even if Kwame can't defend him, he can't defend Kwame! Since you can beat that bastard once in the three-point competition, you will definitely win him this time! And I believe Kwame can win him! And if Kwame wins Reggie Miller this time, I believe their morale will be greatly extinguished, and the next two games will be better." Michael Jordan said confidently.

Yes! Reggie Miller is the unique spiritual leader of the Indiana Pacers. His precise three-pointer makes every Indiana man full of confidence in the game at any time because they know that Reggie Miller will kill his opponent in the last second! And if I win him one-on-one with Reggie Miller, the morale of the Indiana Pacers relying on for survival will definitely be greatly extinguished. It will definitely not be able to recover in a short period of time, so that we will definitely kill our opponents very easily in the later games of this series.

Doug Collins thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay! Since Reggie Miller is looking for death, we will send him to see God! After a while, Chaunce replaced Tyrone, Kwame replaced Caron. After the game, please pay attention to cover Kwame and pick-and-roll. Michael, you want to run like this..."

The time for the pause came, and everyone stood up. I, Brandon Haywood, Carlos Boozer, Michael Jordan, Chauncey Billups, five people gathered in a circle, holding hands together, shouting in unison: "Come on! Kill the Pacers!"

"Kaome, don't be nervous. You won him once or twice. I'm afraid he will be a bird. Even if he grows 10, his height will not reach your shot. Don't worry, just shoot!" Michael Jordan said gently patting my shoulder.

I nodded! I signaled to ask him to rest assured. Actually, I understand that with Reggie Miller's physical fitness, he would not be able to defend against my shooting unless he used some unconventional movements. His height is a bit too short for me and too thin.

The key is whether I can defend against his shooting. I have never tried to defend against a shooting guard. A shooting guard who is 12 cm shorter than me will definitely fall a few streets in terms of physical flexibility. I have no confidence in whether I can defend against Reggie Miller, but I must guard against him in this game. If I can't defend against Reggie Miller, the media reporters on the sidelines still don't know what they would say in the newspaper? As for the fact that I was beaten by Reggie Miller, I will never allow it.

"Boy, you finally dare to come out! Have you found encouragement in your little lover? Okay! Even if your little lover gives you encouragement, it doesn't matter. I will let you see my strength today!" Reggie Miller walked up to me with a vicious look on his face and said shamelessly.

I touched my naked head, looked at the deviled guy in front of me, and said in a bad way: "My memory is not very good. I really want to remember that your mouth won the first place in the All-Star Competition, I can't remember..."

"Let's see! Rookie! I hope you don't run into your mother's arms and cry later!" Reggie Miller threatened me to turn around and run to the backcourt.

I was swimming outside the three-point line, and I was a little unfamiliar with the first time I played the shooting guard position, but this was not important, because it was much simpler than my previous job. I used to run from the inside to the outside to catch the ball, but now I don't need it anymore. I just need to stand outside the three-point line to catch the ball, turn around, and shoot the ball, and the work was much easier.

Reggie Miller put on my back like a dog skin plaster. His palms were attacking my armpits and touching them randomly, which made me feel uncomfortable. I quickly took a step forward and shook Reggie Miller away, but within a second, Reggie Miller pressed on me again, and his hands began to touch me.

I really want to scold people and beat people up. Reggie Miller actually used this defensive method to make me feel uncomfortable all over.

I was a little annoyed, and I used my body to hit Reggie Miller's body hard. I could imagine the scene where Reggie Miller's thin body was knocked away by me, but my body did not touch anything, and there was no obstacle. I almost fell to the ground because of my power failure.

"Drop!" The referee's whistle sounded.

I turned my head and saw that the hateful Reggie Miller was lying on the floor with a smug look on his face, smiling.

I was humble.

It is said that those who survived the 1990s are old monsters, and everyone who has passed the tragic 1990s is extremely smart. Fighting and fighting trash talk, and stuttering, all of them are as ordinary as eating and drinking. Everyone knows a few tricks of peerless martial arts to deal with their opponents.

"Be careful, he is like this. He will keep touching you with his hands. Once you put your body on him, you will find that he has fallen to the ground. Pay attention next time, slowly squeeze him, and then I will come over to do pick-and-roll for you." Michael Jordan walked to me, put his hands on his hips and told me about his experience.

"This bastard!" I cursed, turned around and ran towards the backcourt.

I bent down hard, tried hard to spread my arms, and controlled Reggie Miller in front of me, staring at the killer in front of me.

"Reggie! You won't score! I swear!" I took the initiative to provoke, and I also cheered myself up with this sentence.

"Is that so? But this is not what you say!" Reggie Miller took a step back and caught Jamal Tinsley's pass.

It is already 1 meter away from the three-point line here. Reggie Miller generally won't take action, but I dare not let him leave me too far, so I quickly took a step forward and forced Reggie Miller.

Reggie Miller turned around, holding the ball between his knees, staring at my eyes, jumping out one word at a time: "What I want to say is that you left last time..."

I know what Reggie Miller wants to say, and I also guessed that when he finished saying the phrase "Shit Luck", he would step back and make a super difficult back jump shot. This is the usual method for everyone to fight one-on-one, so at the moment before Reggie Miller finished speaking, I slapped the basketball in Reggie Miller's hand with my left hand.

The basketball fell to the ground, and I quickly picked it up and rushed towards the front court.

I moved forward with all my might, no longer caring about the pursuers behind me, nor whether my teammates were supporting me. At this moment, I was just filled with a thought: I want Reggie Miller to see, I can also play as a defender!

It was already under the basket, and the pursuers had arrived behind me because I could hear his rapid breathing. He stretched out his arm behind me and tried to interfere with me.

I swung my left hand back with force, blocked the man behind me back, and jumped up with the ball with one hand in my right hand, and a one-handed buckle declared the end of the attack.

"Ah" I vented my excitement loudly on the basket.

"Drip!" The referee's whistle sounded, but he did not make a foul gesture and ran towards the body lying in the paint area.

Reggie Miller covered his left eye and twisted painfully on the floor. To be continued...


Chapter completed!