"Shake, you were very arrogant when I was not here!" I provoked Shaquille O'Neal in a sarcastic tone.

Shaquille O'Neal stared at me with his eyes tightly, and said with murderous intent in his voice: "Phil said: Your guy has surpassed me this year. You are already the No. 1 center in the NBA. I want to tell you that it's still early to plan to usurp the throne!"

Um?

Phil?

Plan to usurp the throne?

Damn! This is the provocation method used by Phil Jackson! Phil Jackson used the provocation method to wake up the big shark that had been sleeping in the Arctic Ocean.

I cursed the fake monk fiercely in my heart, but I have to admit that Phil Jackson has a certain level of emotional motivation for players.

"Hmph!" I snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Don't be so angry, and you don't have to worry about the wind flashing your tongue. Look at the technical statistics yourself. I've gotten tens of the fuck and four rebounds. What about you? So far, there are only five points and three rebounds. With your performance, you still want to be the first NBA center who makes a fortune?"

"That was just a nap that made you take advantage of the loopholes. Now that I'm back, you can't even get a little benefit from me! I'm the fucking No. 1 center in the NBA!" Shaquille O'Neal said fiercely.

"NBA's number one center? I don't have a daughter-in-law, I'm fucking the number one center in the Galaxy, and you're the number one center in the NBA? Don't fucking the bean bag as dry food!" I pretended to be very disdainful and made fun of Shaquille O'Neal with the jokes that Charles Barkley used to make.

"You..." Shaquille O'Neal is obviously not a sharp-toned figure. After a series of "you", he could only make a harsh word: "I'll make you look good later!"

...

Shaquille O'Neal may be truly talented. But I really didn't take the harsh words he made seriously. I'm not Brandon Haywood, I'm the center of the same level as Shaquille O'Neal. Last season, I fought with him twice. In these two encounters, Shaquille O'Neal didn't have much advantage at all. Now I'm one year older, but O'Neal is one year older. Even if Shaquille O'Neal is serious, I still have the confidence to restrain him, which will at least greatly limit his performance.

Shaquille O'Neal stood on the free throw line with his big butt sticking out, preparing to serve. However, his free throw posture basically confirmed that the ball would not be scored. It would be a pity for those of us who were standing under the basket.

Shaquille O'Neal was still aiming, I was already bent down hard, ready to compete for the upcoming rebound, and the same was true for Carl Malone beside me. But I was a little closer to the basket.

After a long period of brewing, Shaquille O'Neal finally got constipated and threw the basketball in his hand out. I quickly stepped forward and blocked Carl Malone behind him, and got a good seat under the basket.

The basketball hit the basket and bounced back with a bang. I, who was originally in a favorable position, suddenly became the one who was the most unfavorable to compete for rebounds.

The basketball was falling and fell above Carl Malone's head behind me. I turned around hard and jumped high. I tried to take off the rebound above Carl Malone's head, but Carl Malone was holding me tightly. Let my jump go straight up and down completely, without any possibility of moving forward.

Carl Malone did not go to get the rebound, but slapped the basketball hard, letting the basketball fly outward, and my hope of competing for this rebound became a luxury.

The basketball was intercepted by Shaquille O'Neal. He held the ball in both hands and hurried into the inside through the gap in the crowd. Brandon Haywood, who was originally protecting the right side, was caught off guard by him, allowing him to drill into the paint area all at once.

"ah...."

Shaquille O'Neal jumped up with force, stretched out his left hand to block the interfering arms in the air outside, and held the ball with one hand in his right hand, which was a powerful and heavy buckle.

I was on the left side of Shaquille O'Neal. The blocking made by Shaquille O'Neal's left hand was to block my interference with him.

The ball seems to be about to enter! I seem to have seen Shaquille O'Neal's smug smile when his feet landed, and seemed to hear the harsh laughter after his successful dunk.

I moved! It must have been moved by instinctively. I jumped up on Shaquill O'Neal's left side instinctively, stretched out my left hand, and slapped the basketball in Shaquill O'Neal's hand hard.

Shaquille O'Neal in the air was moving quickly. Soon, the me who was originally on the left side of his body became me who was on the left back of his body, and the basketball in his hand was infinitely close to the basket.

There seemed to be a thick breath surging in my chest. My waist was thrusting hard, trying to increase my time of stagnation. My left hand stretched out was reaching forward and reaching, trying to stop Shaquille O'Neal's attack, even if it was a foul!

Bang!

Bang!

My hand slapped Shaquill O'Neal's right hand hard, and the basketball that was supposed to be directly poured into the basket sank suddenly, hitting the basket and flew directly to the basket with a bang.

"Ah..." I yelled. Although I had a foul, I was still excited about being able to stop Shaquille O'Neal this time.

"Ah?" Shaquille O'Neal's shout was suddenly stuffed into a plug and he couldn't make a sound.

Shaquille O'Neal landed on the ground, turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at me fiercely, as if he was about to eat me. If I had a little provocation now, I believe that a full martial arts battle would definitely be indispensable. Then both of us were sent off.

"drop!"

The referee finally blew the cute whistle before the entire martial arts broke out, and I obediently stretched out my left arm.

"You did it on purpose! You did it on purpose! You knew I was not allowed to free throws! You made a foul on purpose!" Shaquille O'Neal had recovered a little bit of rationality, but he was still questioning me angrily.

I spread my hands, deliberately showing my helplessness, and said with a smile: "Who told you not to get the free throw? If you have the free throw, who will still foul on you? And if you go to Old Nelson for this matter, it was the shark-cutting tactic that this guy invented, and it was not invented by me, haha..."

"You...hum!" Shaquille O'Neal once again turned off the fire in the trash talk, and could only snort coldly to express his anger.

Shaquille O'Neal once again stood on the free throw line. This time he aimed more attentively and was careful to shoot, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find the feeling of a free throw. His first free throw was like a shot put, knocking the basketball hard on the basket, and bounced down.

In the second free throw, Shaquille O'Neal spent a longer time brewing on the free throw line. The solemn look on his face made people feel that this is the most important thing in his life. This made me unable to help but say sarcastically: "Don't stick your butt and shit, you can't get in if you stick your butt..."

I originally wanted to sarcastically interfere with O'Neal's shooting, making his already unreliable shooting even more unreliable, but what I didn't expect was that as soon as I spoke out, Shaquille O'Neal subconsciously pushed the basketball out of the ball, and the basketball that shot fell directly into the basket.

..

Damn it! Shaquille O'Neal actually has such good luck!

"Ha..." Shaquille O'Neal laughed and swayed his huge ass to the backcourt, and said arrogantly to me while running: "Kaomey, I'm waiting for you there!"

Waiting for me?

I snorted coldly

I snorted coldly, then walked to the bottom line to pick up the basketball, sent the basketball to Steve Blake, and then said firmly to Steve Blake: "Pass the basketball to me later!"

Steve Blake nodded and slowly dribbled through the frontcourt.

I stood in front of Shaquille O'Neal, and did not directly pk with him as soon as I came up, but waited for him to slowly swim, trying to find a better opportunity to give Shaquille O'Neal a kill.

But Shaquille O'Neal followed me tightly with a serious look on his face. I wandered around outside the penalty area for two consecutive times, but I couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

The ball was in Steve Blake's hands for a long time. He was looking up and asking me what to do. I could only mention the high-level reception.

At the 45-degree angle, I received a pass from Steve Blake. Steve Blake quickly interspersed and ran around with Derek Fisher.

I turned around and faced the basket. I suddenly laughed when I saw Shaquille O'Neal bent down hard, spread his arms and defending seriously.

This guy seemed to have forgotten something. He was 1 meter away from me, and he seemed to be completely defending my forced breakthrough.

Without any false moves, I jumped up high hard in front of Shaquille O'Neal. When I jumped to the highest point, I gently held it with my left hand and pushed out the basketball in my hand with my right hand.

The basketball is falling, and the end point of the fall is obviously the basket. My body is falling. When I fall, I lowered my head and thought to O'Neal to look at him. He was looking at me in the air with a surprised look on his face.

"You don't play by the rules!" Shaquille O'Neal accused me angrily.

I did not directly counter Shaquill O'Neal's accusation, but said coldly: "Do you know why Phil? Jackson said you are not as good as me? I can defend you from the inside, but you can't defend me from the outside! This is the fundamental reason why he said you are not as good as me!"

"Ah..." Shaquille O'Neal extinguished the fire again. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes,
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