377-Fuck your mother, I'm going to kill Tokyo today, continue to call me

"Clang"

Pierce received a pass from Ace at the bottom line and directly slashed in with one hand through the so-called center forward in front of him.

"Oh..." The whole stadium was in full swing.

‘Please, it seems that you are behind’ Ace looked at the people of this strange country helplessly.

Pierce really made a fuss. The anger he had accumulated just now burst out in anger, stealing, dunking, blocking, grabbing the ball, dunking.

Ace just symbolically made a tight press on the whole game, and Pierce took this opportunity to make basketball go past half of the game in 3 minutes, making the opponent's college students cry, and the cheers on the sidelines were getting louder and louder.

After all, Pierce is also the boss of the Celtics. When he saw this guy showing his power, the whole team ran to the half-court, and it seemed that he was playing half-court. These people were completely bullying children and damaging their interest in basketball.

The shooting can no longer satisfy Pierce's interest. He is now thinking about how to destroy the basket in front of him. His teammates were also relaxed when they saw it, and passed the ball to him.

"Beep, the University of Tokyo requests a suspension"

After listening to the referee's whistle, everyone calmed down and looked back at the score. 20:0, cruel, absolutely cruel. They hit the college student in almost 5 minutes and never missed it. And they didn't even pass a single ball through half the game.

"Paul, take a break." The head coach couldn't hold back his face, saying that how the friendly match had become like this? You must know that they took money from others and still did this, so they would not bully people like this.

"Uh, sorry, sorry, I was a little confused just now." Pierce also reflected this time, glaring at Ace in anger, "It's all your fault."

"Hey hey, why are you blaming me?" Ace couldn't get used to this kind of long chair, but squatted on it.

"They are all college students, why are you playing tightly? "Pearce sat on the side without blushing and wiping her sweat while holding a towel.

"Okay, okay, my fault." Ace felt so frustrated. He made a subconscious response. He has always done this in the league. Isn't it because he hasn't adjusted it?

"James, please replace Pierce." Doug Rivers didn't know what to say.

"Good coach" Percy shrugged and said it didn't matter. The game was fine in the locker room and said that it was not good to make the score too bad, it was a friendly match.

'Grandma, you've finished your fun and scolded me. I'm not a human being here and there, the Japanese, wait," Ace said with a grinding teeth and said in his heart.

After the timeout, it was the college student's turn to serve. Ace ran to the frontcourt, and no one said anything. When the college student team saw that except Ace, they all retreated to the backcourt, and finally started to let go.

‘Oh, where is the ball?’ When the kid who was holding the ball looked at it, he saw that Ace had retreated to the three-point line with the ball. No, it should be said that he was close to the center circle.

"Swish"

"three" referee wiped the sweat that he never had on his head. As long as he wasn't blind, he wouldn't shout, cross the line, please, Ace is one meter away from the three-point line.

"Uh, I forgot, habits are really not a good thing." Ace muttered to himself, looking at the three-point line one meter away, and then noticed that the indoor arena of this university adopted the FIBA ​​three-point line standard, not their nb-meter three-point line.

"Minister Zaoda, this" the head coach of the college student looked at the bald man next to him with a constipation.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I guess it will be fine in a while. Didn't you see that their captain has gone down?" Minister Zaotian wiped the sweat from his head. This time he really felt sweaty. He invited many directors and principals from the school to watch, and of course some bricks are indispensable.

"Paul" Doug Rivers growled directly at Pierce next to him.

"Uh, maybe I haven't touched a basketball for a long time. Try the touch and try the touch." Pierce also understood it now. Ace was angry with his words just now, but the punching bag is now a college student like his dead parents on the court.

Garnett grinned, stood directly near the sideline of the court with his waist in his waist, watching Ace performing in front, and was too lazy to pass.

"Hey, you guys don't be lazy, come and help, James." Ace looked at the two college students around him from the half, and four college students are passing and receiving the ball here.

Percy was also in a dilemma, with an old teammate on one side and a coach's instructions. After all, he was a newcomer. He glanced at the head coach sitting in the audience. The two of them happened to be looking at each other, and then he watched Doug Rivers quickly lower his head again, indicating that he knew nothing.

OK, the head coach will be blind for a while now, so he also ran over to block the opponent. Garnett couldn't stand there all the time, run away, anyway, he won't be tired at halftime.

Tragedy, a complete tragedy. The basketball was only once passed to the top of the three-point line on the Celtics within 5 minutes, and Garnett knocked the ball to the ground.

Moreover, the referee had not yet made a penalty, and Garnett was not a good person. Seeing Ace playing, the thug waved his hand and threw the basketball directly towards the bottom corner of the court.

Ace hit the ball as soon as he catches the ball, hitting steadily. Now the defender standing in front of him is no longer in the mood to defend. At first, he tried hard to block it, but the other person hits it back and is not tall enough. OK, let's substitute people to defend. Even the big center guy ran over, it would be useless. He was almost fooled by Ace and sat on the ground.

"Beep"

When the players on the field heard the sound of nature, half of the players seemed to crawl out of hell and ran back to the rest area quickly. And their expressions were definitely not back on the court, so let other substitutes come on to play.

50:0

You read that right, and it took another 5 minutes to pass halftime, Ace made ten shots, but the opponent still didn't break the duck egg.

The Celtics returned to the rest area, and they all kept watching the show and stared at Ace and their head coach, wanting to see what interesting things would happen.

"Ace, you're tired too, stop getting on." Doug Rivers said without even raising his eyes, "Rondo goes up"

"Oh," the two of them answered in unison.

Doug Rivers has no temper at all. In the first quarter, please, 50 points, even if it is useless, these two losers, what is the trouble that the unlucky child caused to him? You said that if he had such an expression in the regular season or even in the playoffs, he would definitely take off all his clothes and stand in the rest area to perform erotic dances for the audience. But what kind of game is this? Doug Rivers is ready to go back and wait for the team officials to complain to him.

"Kevin, you won't stop playing." Ace seemed to have found something more interesting and was urging Garnett to perform for a while.

"Uh" Doug Rivers just stood up and stared at the two of them. Garnett didn't know what to say now.

"I'll go to the bathroom," Doug Rivers said, entering the player's passage without looking back.

Before anyone could open the door, he heard Ace standing on the bench and shouting, "Now I am the acting coach, listen to me." Doug Rivers heard that he would come back after 5-6 minutes of this competition, and now he has decided to wait for the second half in the locker room.

After Ace shouted, he watched their head coach enter the player channel without looking back, and looked at his teammates with a burst of eyes.

"Ahem, since you have no objection, then follow my command. Now you have a rock-scissor, who will win? The next 5 minutes of shooting will be all his. Others are only allowed to assist. If you hear it clearly, only assists. You must not throw the ball into the basket." Ace said with a smile in front of a group of teammates.

"Stupid brat, don't mess around." Pierce really wanted to kick him back to Boston.

"What are you doing, why dare to hit the coach? Do you want to be on the bench? By the way, you are already on the bench now. Besides, you can't play alone when you start." Ace blocked Pierce back to his hometown with just one sentence. That's right, this guy made such an ending that he made during the five minutes of the start.

"You, okay, I won't care." Pierce sat back with his head down.

"Why are you standing there? Russ-scissors?" Ace greeted this teammate.

OK, the head coach is not here, and the assistant coach seems to be looking at the beauty on the ceiling. Now Ace has become the absolute person to give orders, and everyone agrees. Anyway, Ace will take the blame for something happening, and this will also help the harmony of the team, and everyone cooperates very well.

Who knows if God gave me too much face, but Garnett actually won the game. Now, Garnett is about to start performing in the next five minutes.

At the same time, the Tokyo University Student United on the other side of the court also saw its head coach leaving. Although they didn't know what happened, they listened to their supervisor and said, "Okay, classmates, don't lose your fighting spirit. Look at the other party's protagonist has left. How noble is his morality. If he is asked to play counterfeit football, he would rather ignore it. Oh, no, I was wrong, it's because they can't stand it. You must show the fighting spirit of the Great Japanese Empire. Now go and fight to restore the reputation of Tokyo Academy."

These college students also understood the supervisor's words, but the score was too bad. The head coach was hard to say that he could let go, so he left directly. If he let him go, it was just that the players let him go and he had nothing to do with him as the head coach. In the words of the Celestial Empire, it was like "I want to be a bitch and a archway"? So these guys were full of fighting spirit again and were ready to perform well. When they went back, they would brag about topics such as how to dunk in front of NBA players.

But what they didn't know was that the head coach of the Celtics was too lazy to care about these wild kids and did whatever he wanted. Anyway, he had prepared words to deal with the team officials. In short, it was 'the players performed too well and couldn't stop'.

Today's game was also based on the standards of the FIBA, with 10 minutes in one quarter, so in the second quarter, these guys were ready to perform, but seeing a group of black guys occupying their half again, this seems to be wrong.

Garnett, who had not performed much, would have completely exploded. With his strong body and teammates, he would give them experience of increasing the game again. What does it mean to be a full-game press? No, it should be said to be a half-game press.

After all, Garnett is also the top inside player in the league. He will stop in the three-second zone and care about how many of you. With this intensity of confrontation, he will be really fierce. Those who defend him will not really go to the hospital to lie down.

Who knew that the second quarter had only been going on for 2 minutes, and the opponent's college team had given up resistance and allowed you to practice shooting there.

When the Celtics saw this, they were all like this. How could they still play in this game? It is not good to shoot the ball in your hand, and it is not good not to shoot it.

"Come back, come back" Ace waved directly to the players on the sidelines, and also called for a timeout.

"Go and ask, what's going on with the Japanese? If you can't fight, we'll go back if you don't fight, just save time." Ace was talking to the assistant coach, and saw that someone had already trotted over there.

After all, it was not a regular game, and the referee was not worried about the time-out of both sides. He allowed the officials of the two teams to negotiate. The stadium was noisy, but in a short while, it turned into a collective cheer, which scared the Celtics on the sidelines.

"Yaya, you still want to rebel, the Japanese, can't you succeed? The game will continue. If you don't hit you 200 points today, it won't be over."

When the officials from both sides came back, the Celtics' assistant coach smiled bitterly and looked at the players, "The other party said it was a friendly match, let's give in, they are not professional players."

"Why, we have to defeat our opponents with all our might on the court, either announce surrender, and even if we attack, we have to finish the remaining game time. They only have to stand where to pass the ball, and I just think it's practice shooting." Ace was the first to jump out to object.

"It's not good to do this." The assistant coach looked at Ace with embarrassment, then looked at Pierce.

"It's decided like this. In short, I just think they are unhappy and dare to demonstrate. Either they are shut up, or you ban me from the game internally. Today I'll compete with them." Ace said that he was uncompromising.

"Uh, my stomach hurts a little, go to the bathroom." The assistant coach saw it, "Go back to find Doug Riffles, he couldn't tell the story of these people.

"Uh, Ace" Pierce didn't understand what happened to Ace today, what's going on with these kids? Just play with them.

"Guys, I'll just let it go, but I didn't expect these guys to dare to demonstrate to us. In a word, I, Ace, have Chinese ancestry, do you help me?" As soon as Ace spoke, everyone understood.

"Okay, let's take a bloody Tokyo bath." Pierce was the first to agree.

When Ace heard this, he ran directly to the middle of the stadium, turned around and pointed at the fans in the stands. He didn't know whether this guy was charming enough or what, but the whole audience was surprisingly quiet for a while.

"Fuck your mother, I'm going to kill Tokyo today, and continue to shout for me." Ace Chiluo roared out in Chinese...
Chapter completed!