NBA: A collection of super busts

Ye Feng's tone was as relaxed as if he were going to defend a middle school student: "His strength is no match for mine, his speed is so-so, and his finishing ability under the basket isn't very reliable. It's just that his shooting is a bit of a headache."

"But we can't lose you," Crane said, expressing his concern. "If you get fouled too, we're done for. I don't want you to use all your energy on defense."

"Actually, I'm thinking, maybe we can try not defending and just going all out on offense..."

"Coach," Ye Feng said, "do you remember what you said to me on my first day with the team?"

"Do freshmen have to start by wiping balls, mopping the floor, and carrying bags?"

"Get lost, you bullying old man!" Ye Feng cursed, then continued, "You tell me, the most important thing for this team is trust!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he didn't say anything more to Klein. Instead, he confidently turned around and walked to both sides of the basket to prepare for rebounding.

"Coach, I..." Merritt had just been right next to the two of them and had overheard their conversation, but he also needed to hear Clayn's instructions.

"Hurry up! Are you going to get a technical foul? Do I have to nag you one by one?" Before Crane could even speak, the referee became impatient.

Anthony was waiting for his free throws, but Marquette's teammate was consistently out of position to grab the rebound. The referee had finally reached his limit.

"That bastard, he even screwed us over!" Klein was exasperated. Ye Feng had heard the referee urging them to hurry, but he didn't even warn them, just swaggered off...

Merritt didn't dare wait for instructions any longer and jogged to the basket. Anthony then made the free throw, and Marquette launched another attack.

This time, Krein finally made up his mind.

"Merritt!" he shouted from the sidelines, "Do as Ye says!"

trust!

Since he was the one who told Ye Feng that, he must keep his word now.

"Leave it to me!" Ye Feng patted Merritt on the back and said, "Relax, we're going to win tonight!"

In this possession, Wade finally scored 2 points with a layup after a drive, which can be considered as regaining some of his touch.

When Snow City attacked, Ye Feng started following Anthony from the backcourt.

"Now it's your turn to get beaten up?" Anthony mocked. "Why don't you put a rocket booster on your shoe or something? Otherwise, I'm worried that if I accelerate, you won't even see my taillights."

"Is your ass electrified? Or did you stuff some self-heating light bulb in your anus?" Ye Feng sneered. "Otherwise, how would you have a light on your ass?"

"Just wait to get crushed!" Anthony gritted his teeth and cursed, "Hillbillies should stay in the countryside!"

Clearly, he was responding to Ye Feng calling him a country bumpkin at the beginning of the game.

"Pfft!" In response, Ye Feng delivered a sneaky elbow strike to Anthony's stomach, hitting him squarely in the groin.

"I hate regional discrimination the most!" Ye Feng cursed. "I've hated it since my past life."

Whether he showed regional discrimination in the first half is irrelevant.

Dude, you're a time traveler. If you don't even have this much double standard, how did you become the chosen one of this world?

After feeling the pain, Anthony glared at Ye Feng, then shoved Ye Feng behind him, completely trapping him behind his back, and grabbed the basketball.

This time, he didn't use any tricks or his signature probing step. Instead, he put all his strength into a direct attack on Ye Feng.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Despite being struck three times in a row, Ye Feng remained completely still.

Anthony's college-level skills were nothing in his eyes.

"Didn't eat?" Seeing that Anthony couldn't argue with him at all, Ye Feng immediately mocked him, while simultaneously giving Anthony's lower back a squeeze: "How dare a coward like you back down?"

"Or are you, you deadbeat gay, hoping to get some thrill from backstabbing?"

"Fuck you!" Anthony, who had suffered another setback, finally exploded. When he rammed into the opponent again, he no longer cared about the movement of his elbow. The lifting and swinging of his elbow increased significantly.

With a loud bang, this time he managed to push Ye Feng away completely, but Ye Feng was also sent flying. It was as if he had been hit by a charging rhinoceros, and when he flew out, even his feet left the ground.

But Anthony knew that he hadn't put any real force into it; Ye Feng had already bounced off before he could even fully exert his strength and make a solid impact.

"Offensive foul!"

But the referee doesn't care about this or that; your raised elbow and unretracted upper arm are the best evidence.

Anthony spread his hands, looking at the referee in confusion: "I didn't touch this bastard! This kid's throwing the game!"

"I'm just playing the fool." Ye Feng had some understanding of Anthony.

First, there's his laughable kite-flying fighting style, and second, there's his impulsive and easily angered personality.

Even a fully matured Anthony at his peak was a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, let alone the current Anthony, who has hardly suffered any losses and is at the most insane with his hormones raging.

Provoking him was one of Ye Feng's plans.

He's going to completely shut down Anthony tonight!

"Melo!" Syracuse coach Boehheim shouted as Anthony continued to appeal to the referee, then pressed his hand down to calm him down: "Play to your strengths! Play the way you're best at, just like in the last game."

"Why are you trying to out-strength and post up a center?"

"I understand, Coach!" Anthony still had great respect for Boehheim. He joined the cold Syracuse as the number one high school player in the country because of his respect and recognition for Boehheim.

The coach told him to calm down, and he quickly accepted the advice.

"The next round won't be so easy," Anthony said, glancing at Ye Feng as he returned to defense.

"You're right!" Ye Feng said, "You won't have it so easy next time. I'll make your death more rhythmic!"

"You only play basketball with your mouth?" Anthony looked at Ye Feng and thought, "How can this guy be so annoying?"

"You have no right to talk to me like that," Ye Feng said. "I defended you so well that you couldn't even make a move. Zero points! You're a zero in front of me! Utterly useless."

"You're already this smug after just one round?"

"You dead gay! A zero is a zero! Your ass is being poked by a million men!" Ye Feng spewed out trash talk, never caring about anything else, just launching into a baseless personal attack.

At the same time, even when he was physically attacked, it did not prevent him from finding an opportunity to cut to the basket, then receive the ball again, pull up, and forcefully lay up against Foss under the basket for 2 points.

"Not only is your offense a pile of crap, but your defense is practically invisible too, isn't it?" After scoring, Ye Feng looked at Anthony with a sneer: "Can't you make any positive contribution to the team?"

"I wasn't even on guard against you again!"

"Are you blind?" Ye Feng laughed outright. "Can't you see I missed? Can't you see your teammates couldn't defend me? Can't you provide help defense?"

"You don't even have this much team spirit, and you're still acting arrogant?"

"Where's your face, Melo? Where's your face?"