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Chapter 15 Barkley kisses the donkey's ass again, 3+1!!
With this basket, Wu Qian's personal score reached thirteen points!
Four shots made, three free throws – a 100% shooting percentage!
"Give me back the next ball!"
He didn't look at the frame after he made the move.
Like the ocean
Instead, he turned around and looked at Green without looking back.
The latter nodded slightly, and the two seemed to be responding, but he had communicated with them beforehand.
This kind of communication is about showcasing your skills!
He has been studying how to make the best use of his five chances for the past two days.
It's not simply about getting a score of 20+ for individuals; it's about high efficiency and high conversion rates.
Therefore, psychological tactics must be used!
The first step is to disrupt the opponent's mentality; the second step is to score; the third step is to use a difficult shot that is sure to score to create psychological pressure.
If the opponent is still stubborn, then the fourth step is to draw a foul!
As for the fifth step...
Then you have to rely on real ability, as the number of sure goals is limited.
Wu Qian could indeed obtain perfect data, but he still needed to further advance his system.
"Fuck!"
After seeing Wu Qian score, Bojan didn't even turn his head and looked at him with even more contempt.
"Conley, give me the ball later, I'm angry!"
Mike Conley nodded slightly.
The corner smoker, who had shown no offensive intent for four minutes, suddenly started to move. In such a high-intensity match, it was really difficult to cover for him.
After all, no team would let a player come up and do nothing but squat in the corner and smoke, right?
Hey, here you are!
Cole did just that!
The key point is that the player smoking in the corner is a shooter who is afraid to defend shots, let alone open shots, he is even afraid to catch the ball.
Even without the ball, his mere presence is a deterrent.
Snyder watched the situation on the field, his fingers constantly rubbing together.
"I don't believe you can hit the bullseye every time!"
He hasn't made any adjustments yet. The Warriors are only leading by one point, with six precious timeouts remaining. It's not the crucial moment yet.
He just shouted from the sidelines.
"Bojan, watch your defense! Don't let that cunning number 91 fool you!"
The Jazz are on offense, and Bogdanovic receives the ball after a screen.
However, Wu Qian immediately pressed himself against him, and the trash talk hadn't stopped.
"Your incompetent husband is doing it again? Believe me, it's just a facade your body is giving you; you're actually impotent!"
"Fuck, I'm going to beat you to a pulp right now!"
Although Bojan has speed, his offensive methods are relatively limited, relying heavily on three-pointers and playing as a long-range shooter.
Using a feint when receiving the ball, followed by a triple threat, use speed to punish the tall defender.
Unfortunately, Wu Qian's positioning is exactly the same as his, and his speed is not slow!
And they almost perfectly understood his psychology, sticking to him tightly on defense and not giving him any opportunities to break through or take easy three-pointers.
Either you force a pull-up jumper over him, and if that shot goes in, then forget it, since it's a low-probability event.
"Damn it!"
Bojan didn't care anymore; was this rookie really playing his first NBA game?
That defense was incredibly aggressive!
He jumped directly to meet Wu Qian's tight defense, and the latter knew exactly what was going on.
The hand is raised straight in mid-air, without any tilting, aiming to interfere whenever possible and never give anyone a chance to draw a foul!
Bojan was helpless; unable to draw a foul, he had no choice but to force a shot.
"Bang!"
The basketball hit the top edge of the rim and bounced off.
Draymond Green was tasked with boxing out Gobert, while center Curry secured the rebound.
"Nice!"
"Wu, great defense!!"
Kerr couldn't help but pump his fist on the sidelines.
This tactic against the defender guarding Wu Qian was very successful!
The next offensive play was the Warriors' first chance of widening the gap in this game.
Tencent Sports live broadcast room
"Wu Qian's defense was incredibly aggressive; Bojan had no space to shoot and didn't give him any chance to foul. Who wouldn't love a player like that?"
Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh.
Yu Jia immediately responded, "It seems the Warriors need to think carefully before the trade market opens about how much of a contract they should offer!"
"However, the Warriors' salary cap is already the highest in the league, and Oubre's contract has expired, so they probably won't renew it!"
"It all depends on how much luxury tax the Warriors are willing to pay for Wu Qian!"
Oubre's $15 million salary cost the Warriors an extra $60 million in luxury spending, if it weren't for Wu Qian's sudden emergence.
The Warriors essentially spent an extra 80 million, yet still failed to make the playoffs.
Salt Lake City, the competition continues.
Because of Wu Qian's deception in the last game, which resulted in a defensive lapse, Bojan is now fully focused on defense.
He would never let the latter make a move so easily again!
Wu Qian's lips curled up; it seemed the fish had taken the bait!
"Hey buddy, I'm going to catch the ball at the 45-degree three-point line and sink a three!"
"Of course, even if you use your face to defend yourself, you can't stop me!"
"Newbie, you're too arrogant!"
However, Bo Yang calmed himself down and ignored Wu Qian's words.
Regardless of where the latter receives the ball or how he shoots, as long as he's in contact with the opponent, that's enough!
Still trying to lie to him?
no way!
The moment Green stopped the ball at the top of the arc, Wu Qian moved.
Start directly towards the 45-degree three-point line on the wing!
Bojan started at the same time, and the two were only two fists apart.
"Bang!"
The basketball landed precisely in Wu Qian's hands, and Bojan, who was on defense, immediately followed up with an aggressive, NBA playoff-level defensive press.
"Rookie, you won't get a chance to make a move!"
"Yeah?"
Wu Qian's body was still turned to the side, and without thinking twice, he leaned back three inches!
That's right, a fadeaway three-pointer!
Bojan's defense was also very effective, his exceptionally long wingspan immediately covering the area.
They maintained their distance and avoided committing fouls.
"You really think you're Stephen Curry? Even Stephen Curry wouldn't dare to attack like that!"
At least his forced pull-up jumper was aimed directly at the basket.
He'd heard of step-back three-pointers before, but this was the first time he'd ever seen a fadeaway three-pointer!
Funny?
He can eat...
pity.....
"Whoosh!"
As Bojan turned around, the basketball swished through the net, and his pupils dilated in shock.
"What?"
"They can get in here?!"
He wasn't the only one who was equally bewildered.
In the live stream, Yang Yi provided commentary from Wu Qian's perspective.
"A wing start, should we pass to Wu Qian? Bojan got caught out, they were marking him very closely!"
"Wu Qian is less effective at attacking without the ball; we need to score this ball back!"
"Wait a minute! What's going on? A three-point retreat?!"
"Trying to draw a foul? But Bojan won't give you the chance!"
"What?! That shot went in!!!"
Yu Jia also stood up, exclaiming, "My God, another amazing goal!"
"That long-range fadeaway three-pointer was so cool!"
However, the comments were all the same three words: "Lucky Ball!"
"You can call that luck? If that shot dared to be taken in the CBA, he'd be banned and punished to death!"
"Make a move? Just say he can't play in the CBA because of the calendar he gave him!"
.......
The most excited people at this moment were in the TNT live broadcast room in Atlanta.
"Oh my god! Number 91 scored again! He dominated the game tonight!"
"5-for-5 shooting, 16 points! That was a super long-range fadeaway jumper; even Gobert couldn't stop that!"
"Looks like tonight's going to be another incredible performance!!"
O'Neal and Barkley stood up from the sofa and put their heads in their hands.
suddenly,
O'Neal looked at Barkley: "Sixteen points, sixteen points!! Come on, let's bring our donkey guest up!"
"Oh my god! I really misjudged number 91! Come on, a bet's a bet."
Ever since Yao Ming lost a bet and had to kiss a donkey's rear end, the donkey, which caused TNT's traffic to explode, has become a staple animal for TNT.
They were quickly led into the studio.
Barkley wasn't burdened this time either, after all, practice makes perfect.
Before kissing him, however, he looked at O'Neal and said, "Shaq, although number 91 played brilliantly in this game, I still think he won't average fifteen points per game in this series!"
"If I win, you have to kiss a donkey's ass!"
Shaquille O'Neal laughed and replied, "You kiss first!"
Barkley then kissed a donkey's rear end in front of millions of American fans.
O'Neal even raised his phone and started recording the video ahead of time.
"Oh, fellow fans, doesn't this scene look familiar?"
"Hey, Shaq, answer my question!"
"Okay, no problem at all!"
"But kissing a donkey's ass is too boring. If my average score doesn't increase by even one point, how about you cover my shift for a day?"
"no problem!"
.........
Salt Lake City.
Wu Qian wasn't worried about this shot at all, after all...
[2/5 attempts remaining]
This was a sure goal; he wanted to provoke Bojan with a difficult goal.
Five shots that are guaranteed to hit – use them when necessary!
Then he looked at the latter, and said with a smile,
"I told you, I'd hit a three-pointer from this 45-degree angle! Right in your face!"
"Oh, by the way, for the next shot, I'll still be shooting from here, and you still can't stop it!"
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Wang Defa! This is outrageous!"
Bo Yang glanced at the spot beneath his feet, and his anger surged instantly.
This kind of goal-scoring method, where you're given advance notice, is really mind-bending.
The key is...
Is the next ball still here?
Isn't this a blatant provocation?
"Damn it!"
"You newbie from China, you're too arrogant!! Just wait, if you dare to throw the ball here, I'll snatch it right out of your hands!"
In the second possession, the Jazz relied on Morant's drives to the basket, holding off the defense of Wiggins and Green to score a difficult two-pointer.
"The King of Waist Control truly lives up to his name..."
"Even with the system, the gap between us and them is still huge..."
Looking at Morant's superb airtime ability, Wu Qian couldn't help but sigh.
but......
He absolutely must win this game!
If they can secure a victory at the Jazz's home court, it would be an extremely valuable win.
"Hey buddy, can I take this ball?"
Wu Qian looked at Green and asked a question.
The latter, however, flashed his signature bright white teeth and said, "Hey buddy, you're on fire today. Just let me know if you want to play!"
During this minute, Wu Qian was basically playing offensively against the opponent, allowing Curry to get more rest.
Especially if he can maintain his scoring efficiency under these circumstances, the Warriors only have one Wu Qian left!
pity.......
The latter is not yet fully integrated into the team's system. If he can run like Thompson, his output will definitely increase significantly!
"The same location!"
"Okay, leave it to me!"
On the Jazz side, Snyder, seeing Bojan's furious expression on the court, quickly reminded him...
"Hey, Boyang, watch your emotions!"
"rest assured!"
Bo Yang responded with a retort, then glared fiercely at Wu Qian.
"Rookie, I admit you have some skill!"
"But you're too arrogant. Rookies need to respect their seniors. If you dare to shoot from that spot again, I'll give you a super, unbeatable block!"
He had already planned it out: after swatting that ball away, he would forcefully push Wu Qian aside and then yell, "Screw your basketball dream!"
The overwhelming cheers from the home fans will surely intimidate this naive young man.
"Yeah?"
"Then stop tugging at my clothes!"
The standards for fouls without ball contact vary greatly in basketball, and the key is to follow the instructions of the referee and Adam Silver.
However, pulling on the hem of a shirt is a perfectly normal action!
The attacking player's shirt was slightly tugged, neither obvious nor easily shaken off.
After Green passed the ball around to Wiggins twice at the top of the court, Curry simply stayed in the corner to recover his energy.
"call out!"
Wu Qian seized the opportunity and quickly launched himself outward to receive the ball.
Bojan didn't lose his position either, because the fact that he was holding onto the hem of the shirt slightly limited his speed.
Therefore, he held the basketball tightly almost the instant it was in his hands.
"I told you, this shot will make you lose your dream of playing basketball!!"
No wonder Bo Yang was so angry; when he crawled into bed tonight, he found Wu Qian still inside!
We have to get our revenge!
"Yeah?"
"And I'm telling you, in the same spot, I'll give you a face shot!"
"call out!"
Wu Qian bounced a pass to Green at the top of the arc, then moved to the other corner to receive the ball.
"Want to catch the ball? Not so easy!"
Bojan kept him in front of him, not giving him any space to pass the ball to him.
If this continues, having the opportunity to defend for 24 seconds is not a problem!
suddenly,
The moment he overtook Green, Wu Qian twisted his hips, turned around, and ran in the opposite direction!
The latter understood immediately and sent the signal to Earth in the opposite direction in advance.
It was exactly 45 degrees from the three-point line, and Wu Qian arrived at that exact moment!
"Shit! We've fallen for their trap!"
As Bojan turned around, he also made a difficult change of direction, and then lunged to try to block!
But a thought suddenly struck him: if he were to shoot a fadeaway three-pointer, the distance wouldn't be enough!
but......
His expression changed drastically the next second.
"Bang!"
His arm actually touched...
arm!
Wu Qian's move wasn't a fadeaway jumper, but rather an unstoppable move that would emerge in the next few years—the forward fadeaway jumper!
Commonly known as drawing a foul!
"Beep!"
The referee immediately blew his whistle, indicating that there had been a foul involving a hand strike!
"Oh, NO!"
Bojan clutched his head in frustration. He'd been tricked again!
What's even more deadly is that the basketball hit the backboard perfectly and then deflected into the basket!
"Beep!"
"Three points are valid!"
"And add another penalty!"