Yamada Daiji's chattering is obviously annoying, but from Yamada Daiji's chattering, I can get too much news about the current Japanese team, and I can clearly know how much the Japanese hope that Yuta Tada can become the first Asian defender to enter the NBA. For this reason, they will not hesitate to provide sponsorship to the NBA team so that the NBA team can use an additional defender for free without paying a penny salary, just like Toyota sponsored Nakada Hidesu and Junichi Inamoto entered the Premier League.

But the Japanese didn't seem to think of the difference between basketball and football at all. They didn't seem to understand what happened this summer, and they couldn't figure out how to provide sponsorship with the digger team. However, after Tian Woyongta tried out, the other party firmly broke the contract. They couldn't figure out why the team in the NBA seemed so negative without spending a penny to get a player for nothing. For this reason, they targeted the Wizards again.

"After the game, you must exchange jerseys with me. I can take you to the A-film shooting site to see. There are many very honest little girls there..." Yamada Daiji was still talking nonstop, shouting in my ear for a full 2 ​​minutes. After three rounds of the game, he was still talking nonstop.

"******" A furious voice rang beside me.

I turned my head and looked. A small man wearing a No. 1 jersey was obviously less than 180 cm tall, shouting at Yamada Daiji in anger.

"He is Tatsuyota that Toyota is going to recommend to you..." Yamada Daiji curled his mouth and said to me in English in a low voice, then turned his head and started shouting at Tatsuyota in Japanese.

Tian Woyong's eyebrows were raised, frowning tightly, and his face turned red. It was obvious that he was so angry that he was so angry that Yamada Daiji said. He roared loudly, trying to make Yamada Daiji surrender, but Yamada Daiji retorted from time to time, with a look of disdain.

There was a quiet voice in the stadium, and everyone was stunned to watch what happened on the stadium. No one knew what was going on on the stadium. In just two minutes of the opening game, the point guard and the big center in our team had a fierce conflict.

pause!

The head coach of the Japanese team decisively called a timeout! Tatsuo Yuta and Yamada Daiji were directly taken off the court by the head coach of the Japanese team.

I walked to the bench, and my teammates surrounded me and asked with a gossip, "Kaome. What happened?"

I picked up a towel and wiped the sweat that had just come out of my forehead. Just as I was about to talk about the matter on the court, Josh Howard began the narrative aside:

"The center forward asked to exchange jerseys with Kwame after the game as soon as he came on the court. After Kwame refused, he started to say bad things about that little man..."

Josh Howard vividly described the scene that happened on the court just now. His story surprised everyone. No one expected to meet such a strange character in this game.

Yes! Yamada Daiji is really weird! Not only did he not play hard on the court, he became an undercover agent for his opponent. The most ridiculous thing is that he actually said bad things about him in front of his teammates and leaked the team's tactics. I really can't imagine that such a weird person could appear on this planet.

The pause ends!

Mr. Qipa was replaced. A guy who was about 200 and slightly thinner than Yamada Daiji stood behind me, and his defensive intensity against me suddenly increased from the eyes level just now to the paper level.

The chattering flattery ended. I turned my head and looked at the Japanese bench and found Yamada Daijimasa looking at the basketball court with disappointment. When he saw me looking at him, he suddenly laughed, stood up from the bench, and waved hard at me. He shouted loudly: "Mr. Brown, come on..."

My day!

Is this a blatant internal strife?! He actually shouted "Come on" to me in front of his teammates! If I were the head coach of this guy, I swear I must let him sit on the bench. I will always be a water dispenser guardian!

The 175cm small man named Yuta Tian was controlling the basketball in his hand. Steve Blake opened his arms in front of the little guy and made a standard defensive posture to defend this little man known as Jordan in Japan.

But it was obvious that Steve Blake still looked down on this guy named Tian Woyongta. Tian Woyongta was in disguise and actually threw Steve Blake away half of his body and tried to directly penetrate the inside to attack the basket.

Steve Blake was obviously a little bit. He obviously didn't expect that the small man's speed was NBA level, but the situation on the field obviously made him not have time to think more. He twisted his body hard, kicked the floor with his feet, and rushed out, slamming into Tian Woyongta's left arm, trying to knock Tian Woyongta out of control of the basketball.

Steve Blake succeeded, Tian Woyong Tai was actually hit by Steve Blake, then staggered forward a few steps, and lay on the floor.

"Drip..." The referee blew a whistle and reached out to clean up the defensive foul.

Bill Ranbir shouted loudly on the sidelines:

"fu*k, Blake, why did I tell you? Don't use your body, don't use your body, you just don't listen. Can his small body hold you back?..."

Steve Blake pouted, looking aggrieved, muttering, "Who thought this guy could not help but bump! Just by hitting him gently, he could actually knock him down. He couldn't help but hit him, and he still wanted to hit NBA..."

Indeed! Tian Woyongta couldn't help but collide. Just like the collision just now, it was the most frequent collision in NBA. Everyone was embarrassed to say that if they didn't experience more than ten or twenty times in a game. Perhaps this is why the digging team decisively gave up Tian Woyongta when they had not negotiated a broadcast contract with Japanese TV this summer.

The game started again, and the basketball was once again in the hands of Yuta Tatsuo. Under his command, the Japanese players were very open and basically reached outside the three-point line.

This is Tian Woyong who wants to come by himself! He wants to show us his abilities!

Steve Blake bent down and stared at the basketball in Tian Woyong's hand, not daring to relax at all. He knew that this might be one-on-one. If he failed, the consequences would be serious, and even his contract would be replaced by the small man in front of him.

Tian Woyong was in disguise in a continuous manner, trying to find a chance to break through, but it was obvious that under Steve Blake's meticulous guard, he was not absolutely sure that he could break through into the inside line. So he stretched out his index finger on his right hand!

This is a tactical hint!

A tactical hint that only players on the Japanese team can understand!

Everyone saw Tian Woyong Tai stretched out his index finger. Steve Blake also saw Tian Woyong Tai stretched out his index finger, but he didn't understand the meaning of Tian Woyong Tai stretched out his index finger. When he understood, a figure was already standing beside him. Tian Woyong Tai flew into the inside from behind the figure.

One thing to admit is that Tian Woyong's speed is really good, and his speed can really make him gain a foothold in the NBA. However, his speed has not reached the unsolvable level of Aaron Iverson and others.

Although the inside line was very open, due to Yamada Daiji's reminder, I always kept paying enough attention to the basket, afraid that Tian Woyong would take advantage of it too much.

As it turned out, my caution was correct. The moment when Tian Woyongta broke through Steve Blake, I half turned around and slipped, and appeared in front of Tian Woyongta's left.

Tian Woyong jumped up, holding the basketball in his left hand and was about to have a light shot in front of me.

I hate the Japanese! Every Chinese hates the Japanese! Although many of the Japanese are also very kind people, before I knew that he is very kind, I was willing to speculate very maliciously that the Japanese opposite me was the most evil one in the world.

The basketball left Tian Woyongta's right hand and flew over my head toward the basket. But my hatred made me jump much higher this time than any usual bounce, and the palm I waved was forceful than any previous time.

My palm touched the basketball and made an extremely loud sound in the basketball arena. Then I suffocated the basketball to the north stands!

The basketball seemed to hit a middle-aged man and bounced, but the middle-aged man who was hit didn't care whether he was injured. He jumped into the flying basketball, and then he fell heavily on a Japanese woman with extremely beautiful bodies.

The basketball was held in his arms by a middle-aged man, but soon countless hands appeared in his arms, and each hand was frantically pulling the basketball in his arms outwards, especially the beautiful young woman, who was yelling hard, "My! This is mine!"

I stared blankly at the scene that happened in the stands! I suddenly felt dizzy!

While my brain was constantly thinking about whether I was dreaming, an extremely humble voice rang beside me.

"Mr. Brown, you played a great game! Can you exchange jerseys with me after the game..."

"I'm! Mr. Brown! Your block is so beautiful. Can you give me this jersey after the game? I'm your fan..."

"Mr. Brown, I am your hardcore fan. I went to Washington to watch your game last season. I also went to the finals of the season on site. Can you give me your jersey after this game? If the jersey doesn't work, your sneakers are OK. If the sneakers are not OK, your socks are OK too..."

....

I was surrounded by three Japanese players, and everyone was flattering me wildly, telling all kinds of reasons why he wanted to get the jersey on me.

But! This is a competition! They and I are still enemies at the moment!

...To be continued.
Chapter completed!