Dako Milicic showed a charming smile on his face, but his smile did not last long, so he ran to the sideline and prepared to continue serving the sideline ball for a second attack.

Bill Ranbir's eyes kept turning between Dako Milicic and me, looking at us constantly, patting our heads with his left hand from time to time, and frowned from time to time, as if he was trying hard to think about something?

I thought Bill Ranbir had seen something, and he needed to call a pause. But Bill Ranbir did not choose to pause. He seemed to be preparing to observe again. Of course, it was also possible that he had not seen anything at all.

However, regardless of whether Bill Ranbir noticed the differences or not, I have indeed found something different, which is likely to produce some very positive chemical reactions in the future.

After Dako Milicic was still throwing the basketball to Chris Duhon, he quickly rushed to the inside and prepared to grab the position, but the lack of power left him with less than a little advantage in the confrontation with the hairless hero Charlie Veranova.

Chris Duhong once again delivered the basketball to my hand. I carried the basket and held Emecca Okafor with my body, twisted my neck and turned from left to right, carefully observed the positions of everyone on the field, made a silent estimate in my heart, and analyzed the tactics that I used next.

It was still the thumb, index finger and middle finger three fingers stretched out, but the difference this time was that the directions of these three fingers stretched out were somewhat different.

With a hard hit on the back, I knocked Emeca Okafo back half a step back again. Then I turned around very easily, advanced, stepped forward, and took off...

Charlie Villanueva has already made up his seat, and his right hand stretched out again covered the top of my head...

If it was in the official competition, I believe I would not let down the expectations of the audience. I would definitely use a powerful and heavy personal dunk to solve the battle.

But this is not a formal game, it is a half-court offensive and defensive battle to train me to pass the ball. The first thing I have to do is to train my pass ball.

He flipped his wrist gently. Then he threw it hard behind him, and the basketball flew straight from the top of my head.

Before starting, my gestures had told Dakomilicic very clearly the route he needed to run, and I had observed it before I broke through. There was no defensive player outside the three-point line facing the basket. If he was not an idiot or a blind man, he would have stood there to catch my pass.

"Attention, Dako!" Christian Letterner shouted loudly from the sidelines.

Emecca Okafor, who was originally interfering with me, turned around and ran out of the three-point line to block Dako Milicic.

The ball route is still very high, and ordinary outside players cannot reach it, but this does not prevent Dako Milicic from receiving the ball. He just jumped lightly, and the fiery red elf fell into his hand. Then he took a step forward. He made a little adjustment, jumped gently on the three-point line, holding the ball in both hands, ready to replicate the last attack.

But Emecca Okafor announced his failed copying. When Dako Milicic jumped to the highest point, Emecca Okafor had completely defended, and his thick right arm was already waving in front of Dako Milicic.

The arrow is on the string and I have to fire it!

The basketball flew up from Dako Milicic's hand and passed the tip of Emecca Okafor's high right finger. But it was obvious that the end of the arc of the basketball flight was not the basket.

I could hear relaxed gasps coming from the mouths of the people on the field. Perhaps in their opinion, this half-court offense was over.

However, I did not include these people. Because the moment I left the basketball from Dako Milicic's hand, I saw Dako Milicic glance at me.

As long as you stand on the court, as long as you are not a fool or an idiot, you will naturally understand the meaning of that look.

I opened my arms and kicked the ground with my feet. I jumped into the air, widened my eyes, looked seriously at Dako Milicic, watched the basketball pass through Emecca Okafor's fingertips, and watched the basketball draw a graceful arc and flew towards my left hand.

In everyone's stunned, my left hand grabbed the fiery red elf, and then a 180-degree turn came in the air, and poured the basketball hard into the basket with my left hand.

The small stadium was silent, no one cheered or cheered, everyone's faces were filled with surprise and incredible.

In everyone's stunned, my left hand grabbed the fiery red elf, and then a 180-degree turn came in the air, and poured the basketball hard into the basket with my left hand.

The small stadium was silent, no one cheered or cheered, everyone's faces were filled with surprise and incredible.

Dako Milicic rushed up, stretched out his right palm and slapped me in the air to celebrate, as if the goal just now was the final goal in the finals tiebreak.

drop.......

The whistle sounded...

But this was not the whistle blown by Al Jefferson, but the guard coach Christian Leitner standing on the sidelines.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Christian Letterner. Christian Letterner seemed to blew the whistle unconsciously, and under the gaze of everyone, his expression was a little unnatural. He waved his right hand hard and said loudly: "How do you defend? Can't you see Dako's open position? Do you want to cut off Kwame's passing route...?"

After Christian Letterner's roar, the offense and defense of the half-court began again.

The basketball came to my hands again. I held the ball at my waist with both hands, leaning against Emecca Okafo, turned my head on my neck, and observed the surroundings.

Charlie Veraniuva was closely attached to Dako Milicic, never leaving him.

Ben Gordon stuck to Chris Du Hong, using his height and strength to squeeze Chris Du Hong to the outside, so that he would not have the chance to get into the inside.

Roll Deng kept groping on Sean Livingston's body with both hands, constantly adjusting his steps, blocking Sean Livingston's move.

Kevin Martin and Andre Iguodala were entangled, and the two were constantly pulling each other, one trying to get rid of it, and the other trying to stop...

Wait for a while...

The one walking on the bottom line of the basketball court is...

I took a quick glance and found a figure that shouldn't have appeared in my sight. Christian Letterner actually walked along the sidelines to the offensive bench, although there were only two people on the offensive bench...

What's the situation?

At that moment, my brain had a short circuit and a crash occurred.

Emecca Okafo, who was behind me, took advantage of the moment when I was distracted and walked around from my left side, stretched out his right hand and poked forward, trying to poke the basketball in my hand.

The basketball was lost.

But I reacted quickly. I took a step forward and copied the basketball in my hand again. I turned around and raised the basketball over my head in the air.

Emecca Okafor reacted very quickly. He jumped up half a step in front of me and just stuck to me.

Emecca Okafo’s defense is very good! If he doesn’t use his strength to force himself and kill him, it will really take a lot of effort.

The arrow was on the string and I had to fire it. In the air, I seemed to have the only option to force it.

I stared at the basket with my eyes, and I glanced down unconsciously, and found that Dako Milicic was moving quickly to the bottom line, Charlie Veranova, who was defending him, was following him tightly.

The basket is empty...

At the same time, a small man wearing a symbolic offense and defense jersey was going straight into the basket from my side.

It's Chris Duhon...

My body is falling, and my toes are not yet on the ground.

I tried hard to straighten my waist to increase my time of stagnation, and silently calculated the speed of Chris Du Hong in my heart, calculating when he could reach the most appropriate turning point, what force and arc I could use to give him a super wonderful pass.

Emecca Okafor was already standing on the ground with his feet, and my toes were only a few centimeters away from the ground. I pushed my wrist hard and pushed the fiery red elf out of my control with a large arc.

The basketball was flying. When he was halfway up, Chris Du Hong turned around at the right time, reached to the basketball that was flying behind him, and then gently lifted it, and he easily sent the basketball into the basket...

.....

Another easy goal.

Emecca Okafo ran to the bottom line to pick up the basketball, slapped it hard, venting his anger.

Chris Duhon ran over and celebrated with me to celebrate.

I turned my head and looked at the sidelines. Christian Letterner and Bill Ranbill were writing and drawing while holding a white tactical board on the sidelines. The two of them kept communicating quietly. The two seemed to have not noticed everything that happened on the field at all.

Dako Milicic stood on the sideline again and sent the ball to Chris Duhon. When Chris Duhon was about to hang the ball to me again, the whistle sounded again. He turned his head to look and it was still Christian Leitner who blew the whistle.

"Christian, what's wrong?" I walked to Christian Letterner and asked in surprise.

Christian Leitner and Bill Ranbill smiled at each other, then turned their heads and said happily to me: "Kaome, I think we have found the tactic that suits you best..."

ps: Because the company has changed its new leader, it is under great pressure. The recent update has been unstable. I hope everyone understands it! But I will definitely write this book. Thank you for your continued support...
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