NBA: A collection of super busts

Chapter 112 It's that same trick again, why don't you try something different?

In rookie games, even if both sides want to win, they won't go all out with high intensity and physicality from the start. At least in the first half, everyone will focus on offense and won't put much effort into defense.

So in the next attack by the second-year team, Yao Ming received the ball, turned and hooked the ball, and scored 2 points with almost no contact.

"I'll do it!"

After the basketball went into the basket, Ye Feng quickly ran to the baseline, grabbed the ball, and passed it out.

Of course, it couldn't be James who received the ball.

After receiving the ball, Wade quickly advanced towards the frontcourt and once again used a screen to find Ye Feng. This time, Ye Feng pulled up and shot from outside the three-second zone, scoring two points.

"I'm begging you, please practice your shooting." Yao Ming couldn't bear to watch that shot.

"Tell me if it's accurate or not," Ye Feng said. "I would never adjust my striking posture for some so-called aesthetics. Accuracy is my only consideration when I strike."

Yao Ming nodded in agreement with Ye Feng's words, agreeing that Ye Feng was right.

Not to mention the Chinese national team, which has many amazing players with unusual and unconventional shooting techniques.

But Wade rolled his eyes so hard they were practically flying to the sky.

If others don't know, how could he not know?

At least during his year in Marquette, Ye Feng secretly practiced his shooting a lot and tried to change his shooting form quite often.

The effect is terrible.

Next, Prince of the second-year team took a three-point shot, but this time the ball missed, and Ye Feng jumped high and grabbed the rebound.

Then, seeing that no one was pressing him, he stopped passing the ball and simply dribbled up to the frontcourt, waving to his teammates to set a screen.

Los Angeles fans immediately erupted in cheers; they loved seeing this kind of unconventional thing.

Kidd and others even stood up, laughing and clapping. After all, it's the All-Star Game, having fun is always the most important thing.

However, of the four freshmen remaining on the court, only Wade was willing to cooperate with Ye Feng. The other three ignored his pick-and-roll requests and stood there pretending not to see him.

Wade stepped to the side to block Stoudemire for Ye Feng, while Ye Feng smiled and accelerated with the ball to face Ginobili. Of course, he wouldn't compete with Ginobili in speed or dribbling or anything like that. He simply turned his back and used his butt to block the guy, and then started to sit inside.

"Charles, is he your apprentice?" Kenny, who was in charge of broadcasting the match, immediately mocked, "His playing style is exactly the same as yours!"

"Nonsense!" Barkley protested. "Even I wouldn't play like that in an All-Star game, using such an ugly style!"

"I have a reputation to maintain."

On the court, Ginobili certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to risk his life against Ye Feng. Before he arrived, Popovich repeatedly told him: Don't break a sweat, just play around.

This guy was naturally quite obedient, hardly resisting at all, and Ye Feng easily carried him to the basket, then watched him score another basket.

Then, on the second-year team's next attack, Stoudemire finally got the ball again after a long time and drove towards the basket.

His signature domineering move, a powerful and heavy slam dunk.

With the score still so close at this point in the game, both sides have unconsciously increased their defensive intensity.

During the timeout, the coach didn't seem to care much. This kind of game wouldn't add much to his resume, so he wasn't interested at all. He just clapped his hands and said, "Hey! Cabin, Cabin! Mad Dog! OK? Mad Dog! Mad Dog! Come on! Give it your all! Enough! Enough! Enough!"

After making and receiving a bunch of announcements that were exactly the same as those made without any announcements, he checked his watch and found that there were still 30 seconds left.

This left the guy a bit stumped.

What should we talk about for the rest of the time?

"Coach, I don't think we can play like this anymore!" Just then, someone suddenly raised their hand and spoke.