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The second hand jumped one by one, and it was already the fourth quarter. I was replaced and replaced again. The main defense was Eddie Curry, and Tyson Chandler was still assisting the defense. My offense was not strong. They were not defending my offense at all. The two of them were completely interfering with my rebounding. One of them held me and leaned against me and prevented me from jumping calmly. The other was the falling basketball from above my head. As for whom the basketball was obtained, they never cared about it. It could make Christian Letterner or Richard Hamilton get it. Even if Tyrone Rue got a throw shot, they were indifferent. All they wanted was that I couldn't grab any rebounds. [.]

Jamal Crawford dribbled outside the three-point line, looking for opportunities. I bent down, raised my hands, pulled off my horse, stuck my left foot, and stuck my left foot on the right, making my whole body slightly tilted forward, gently pushing Eddie Curry, sweeping Jamal Crawford with the corners of my eyes. I knew Eddie Curry's physical fitness was no longer good. Seeing him panting, I knew he was just holding on now. As long as he was given a disturbance, he would not be able to put the ball into the basket. I don't know what happened, making him as strong as if he had eaten Viagra, but he is indeed worthy of my respect at this moment. But I still chose to kill him. I must grab 15 rebounds on his head and dunk seven or eight fucks. Although there are only 8 rebounds now, and only 6 points were scored, and there were two free throws.

Jamal Crawford used Jaylen Rose's pick-and-roll to break through Chris Whitney's defense and drove the Wizards' defense to shrink. After disassembling, Jaylen Rose, who was in the open immediately, raised his hand and shot from a step inside the three-point line.

Not every last second of the offense can form a final kill, nor can every open shot score a goal. When the basketball flies in the air, I am already squeezing the position. Regardless of whether the basketball enters or not, I have to work hard to achieve the best, occupy the most powerful position, and win every possible rebound.

I turned to face the basket, leaned against Eddie Curry with my upper body, opened my arms, and stopped him from turning to me. Eddie Curry could not stand in front of me, he could only squeeze me hard behind me, trying to squeeze me to the bottom line. I could feel his efforts, but now his strength is really small. His physical strength has long reached its limit, and his strength has not posed much threat to me.

The basketball bounced around the neck of the basket and bounced up. I bent down and prepared to take the rebound. A huge white figure suddenly appeared in front of me, stepping on the outside of the boundary, turning around and leaning against me. I was like the meat in the roujiamo being added in the middle by two big men above 213. I couldn't jump up successfully. Tyson Chandler stretched out his right arm and tried to fan the red elf, and he was fanning outwards. His feet were just outside of the boundary, and he was fanning outwards. What was he going to do?

I was so angry that I almost cursed that there was no such thing as basketball. Tyson Chandler was just destroying it for the sake of destruction. As long as I couldn't get the rebound, he would be fine. He never did whatever his team was going to be. Who would get this basketball? I was almost done by these two bastards.

Basketball eventually went out of bounds. Tyson Chandler was both crossing the line and making basketball go out of bounds, and it was a backcourt ball.

I asked Tyson Chandler angrily, "What are you doing? Are you doing sabotage?"

Tyson Chandler wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, his voice was stern, and he replied with a hint of viciousness: "Don't think about your rebound in this game!" After that, he ran to the backcourt.

Crazy! Absolutely crazy!

I once again took the position in the inside, and it was very deep, and it was already on the edge of the paint area. Eddie Curry was firmly blocked by me. Although he was taller than me and fatter than me, his strength and physical fitness were far from my opponent.

I stretched out my hands to gesture and signaled to give me the ball, asking Christian Letterner to help block Tyson Chandler's route, and I'm going to play Eddie Curry here. I've only got 8 rebounds in this game, all of which were Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler's fault. If I don't deduct one on each of them, I'm really fucking a piece of paper.

Chris Whitney's pass was very good. I received the basketball on my chest. I sat back hard, bent down hard, lowered the center of gravity, squeezed hard with my right hand, dribbled the ball with Eddie Curry on his shoulder and entered the paint area. This kid's physical fitness has long been gone. He is now completely holding on, but this is useless.

Under the basket, I squeezed forward hard, took a step back, caught the basketball that bounced from the ground, and half turned around, caught the basketball that bounced from the ground with both hands, jumped up gently, and dunked the basketball into the basket with both hands. Tyson Chandler rushed over like crazy, stretched out his right hand and hit the back of my hand hard, which hurts! I swear he was not heading towards the ball at all, he was heading towards my hand.

I dunked the basketball into the basket, let go, and landed. I was so angry that I turned around and wanted to trouble Tyson Chandler.

"What are you doing? Can you use snacks and you won't be able to prevent you from fouling? Ah?" It's not my voice, it's Tyson Chandler yelling at Eddie Curry.

I stood there blankly, not knowing what happened, but I should be angry with me. Why is Tyson Chandler still furious?

No matter me, even the live commentator didn't know what happened. He played back the camera again and again, trying to find something.

The referee blew a whistle and gave two people a warning.

I stood on the free throw line and patted the basketball. Eddie Curry, who was suddenly standing on the side to grab the rebound, said viciously: "Kaome, don't think about getting a point, get another rebound!"

Oh my God! What's wrong? Eddie Curry actually told me that I will not be able to score another point and another rebound! This world is really crazy!

My mentality was influenced by Eddie Curry, and I knew it was wrong when the ball shot.

Only the person who pitched knows where the basketball would fall, I was freed, and I knew where the basketball would fly, but Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler turned around and left and right to close me, leaving me with no room to get into the three-second zone.

If I can't get in, it doesn't mean that others can't get in. Christian Letterner waved his hand and drove out the basketball, just past Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler's hands, landed in my hand, and I picked up a rebound.

Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler turned around at the same time, and there was a gap between them. As soon as I bent down, I took the ball and jumped high, raised the ball with both hands and dunked to the basket. I don't believe that they can stop me if they do this.

"Bang!"

"Bang"

Two crisp sounds, the sound of the palm hitting the arm.

"Boom!" I hung on the basket!

I shouted, vented, and celebrated wildly. I was inexplicably suppressed for the whole game, and all my annoyance finally found a vent!

Eddie Curry sat on the ground, looking at the basket helplessly, sweat wet her clothes, and just blew his foul again. He had already committed a fifth crime, and he was one step away from graduation.

Tyson Chandler put his hands on his hips and kept gasping for breath, looking at me, but his eyes were not focused. This guy escaped this time, otherwise he would have been the fifth offender.

One offense, scored 4 points, which is great! Very good! If you score another free throw, you will score five points in one offense! More good!

The Bulls called a timeout, and Eddie Curry had a cramp in his legs and was replaced. Today was a big test for his physical fitness. Tyson Chantler also put on his jersey and was no longer ready to play, with a miserable look on his face.
Chapter completed!