NBA bad guys

Chapter 68 Cheerleaders

After several days of continuous practice, Wu Liang's steps became more flexible.

Especially when running, I have mastered more skills.

He understands how to make better use of his strong body to squeeze away defenders and find better shooting positions.

Although now it's just catching and shooting.

But you have to do it to the extreme.

Just like Hamilton.

Of course, this is indispensable without the strong support of two trainers, Mike Mancias and Mr. Q Bruce Fraser.

……

Next, Georgetown University ushered in the second game of March Madness.

vs. New Mexico State University.

The location of this university is one of the darkest places in the United States. Those who can go to college there are those with excellent "physical fitness", otherwise they would have been bullied into being less than human beings.

The basketball team's style of play is extremely dark.

The basketball style they like is brutal, with a lot of collisions, hugs, and boxing moves. Not only them, but their fans also appreciate this style of play.

They think this is what men should be like.

In particular, their main scorer, Chris Smith, is going further and further on this path.

He once said that his favorite NBA team was the Bad Boys a few years ago, the Detroit Pistons.

He loves that basketball atmosphere.

And he also feels that this kind of basketball is what a championship team should look like.

Although Michael Jordan's Chicago Bulls climbed over the mountain of the Motor City, it was only because those people were old.

It is precisely because of this basketball culture, no, it should even be said to be campus culture, because athletes from other sports in the school team also believe in this view.

Many parents simply would not agree to let their children enter such a school.

Firmly not allowed.

……

On the day when the game started, players from Georgetown University came to the scene one after another.

"Why does it feel like there are more fans today than before?"

Wu Liang looked at the arena and felt incredible.

"Hmm... maybe those who come to watch the game are not necessarily fans, but anti-fans of the University of New Mexico. Many fans still have normal concepts and don't like the bottomless way of playing."

Iverson explained to Wu Liang on the sidelines.

"Then why do they still come to watch the game?"

Wu Liang didn't understand a little bit.

"Of course they come to watch the game to see us, hoping that we can beat them. Well, now we have become messengers of justice in the eyes of the fans, punishing evil and promoting good for them."

Iverson answered from the side.

Wu Liang suddenly understood and roughly guessed what these fans were thinking.

"Then why did you drag me into the stadium so early, when the game doesn't start until an hour?"

Wu Liang looked at the noisy stadium. To be honest, he still preferred silence.

"Today's cheerleading team is different from the past, they are professional models!"

In the past, cheerleading teams were selected from schools participating in the competition, but today, for some unknown reason, the organizing committee spent money to hire many professional models to dance.

After a while, the cheerleaders came onto the court in their robes.

Yes, today's cheerleading team is really different from usual. Both in terms of body shape and dance posture, they are at a much higher level than before.

Wu Liang sighed secretly, as expected of an old American, it was impossible for such a moving dance to appear in China at this time.

Even at the annual gala, no songs that are too avant-garde are dared to appear... By the way, I heard that Teresa Teng's songs are not allowed to appear...

Hey, this is the difference.

Wu Liang's eyes swept over the cheerleaders, it was indeed great.

After a while, the cheerleading dance ended. Wu Liang thought it was over. Unexpectedly, the models who had just left the stage ran towards him one after another.

He enthusiastically surrounded Wu Liang in the middle.

Yes, although they didn't pay special attention, Wu Liang was caught off guard and still touched their smooth bodies.

Soft and big.

"Can you give me your autograph?"

"I love you so much!"

"I watched your last game, it was really cool."

"I want to give you a baby!"

"I want to give you a baby too!"

Wu Liang was so frightened that he backed away and said hastily: "Don't be anxious, one by one, don't be anxious."

Of course, this is just a joke.

Iverson was dumbfounded on the sidelines. He looked at everything in front of him and said, "What's going on? You guys who have no eyesight, can't you see that I'm here? My performance in the last game was also... Very good, and, didn’t you see my shocking dunk?

I dunked on the opposing big center!

Why? Why don't any of you want to have my baby? "

The group of models didn't seem to hear what Iverson said, and no one paid any attention to her. They still crowded around Wu Liang, vying to get on Wu Liang's body.

It seemed like he wanted to feel Wu Liang's muscles.

Iverson was no longer willing, and struggled to pull the arm of a female model, wanting to ask what happened, and said: "Why don't you let me sign your autograph, I can do it. I am Allen Iverson, it's possible Will become the No. 1 pick in the NBA this year.

You can give me a baby! "

The female model looked at Iverson, then showed a very impatient expression and said: "You are too short. If I have a child with you, it will affect the height of the next generation. Moreover, you are not as handsome as Wu Liang." Come on, hurry up, hurry up, don’t delay me in queuing, otherwise someone will jump in line again soon.”

Iverson felt bad.

Am I not as handsome as Wu Liang?

You superficial people, no wonder you can only be models.

Moreover, you said that I will affect the genes of the next generation, which is really insulting!

An angry Iverson snorted, turned around and left, heading towards the locker room.

He really regretted dragging Wu Liang out to watch the cheerleading team's performance. Wasn't this just asking for trouble for himself?

Wu Haohao made some excuses, signed the names of everyone in the cheerleading team, and then hurried away.

This is really scary.

"The AI ​​is so unreliable. It actually threw me into a trap of women and left alone before I could wait. He is not a good brother. I want to settle the score with him!"

Wu Liang was in the player tunnel, thinking dissatisfiedly.

Little did they know that there was a student from the University of New Mexico standing near another player tunnel.

This person is none other than their ace defender, Chris Smith.

He averaged 19.5 points, 4.6 rebounds, and 3.1 assists per game.

He has a tough playing style, and Tim Duncan and Vince Carter were all "taken care of" by him during the game.

The most important thing is that one of the models who just surrounded Wu Liang is someone Chris Smith has liked for a long time.

The kind that makes you want to sleep even in your dreams.

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