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Chapter 94 It feels like my best friend slept with my mother! Is Jordan a masochist? [Please subscribe]

Jordan wasn't the only one feeling terrible right now, like he'd swallowed a fly.

Kobe was very sad.

Lin went to practice with Jordan? He trained with Jordan? Jordan taught him how to drive to the basket?

Why didn't Lin call me? Don't they all say I'm Lin's good friend?

Why doesn't Jordan call me? Didn't Jordan say I was his most promising junior?

"I've never trained with him!" Jordan suppressed his anger, but he couldn't stand people saying he had a good relationship with Lin Ze: "He probably watches my videos a lot to study them."

On the court, with 1 minute and 20 seconds left in the game, the West still had a 6-point lead. This time, Iverson finally got the ball and took control of it from Marbury. Naturally, he wouldn't pass the ball at this moment!

After arriving at the frontcourt, Iverson waved his hand to signal everyone to clear the way for him when facing Kidd's defense, and then he began his signature style of play.

With a crossover dribble and a lateral attack step, he compressed Kidd's defensive space, followed by a signature super-wide change of direction that instantly shook Kidd off!

In this completely open environment, Iverson was almost undefendable.

In the blink of an eye, Iverson created space and immediately pulled up for a shot, a long two-pointer that perimeter stars of this era love to swish down the net!

"There's 1 minute and 05 seconds left! Who should the West send to shoot?" Wilmarcus asked. "Michael, do you think it'll be your good brother shooting this shot?"

"No, it's not his turn!" Jordan said with a gloomy face. "He's the most prestigious player among the five on the Western Conference court—"

Before he could finish speaking, Kobe threw the ball to Lin Ze on the court. Then, instead of making a move, he just stared at Lin Ze.

He wants to take another look!

That last shot left Kobe a little dazed.

It wasn't just because he had a keen sense of smell and exceptional basketball talent, but also because he and Hamilton had watched countless Jordan game videos together over the past few days.

It's not just game footage, but also a lot of detailed analysis videos and action breakdowns made by the Bulls' trainers back then.

These are the materials Jordan used to refine his technical skills, and they are also top-secret videos from the Bulls.

Many things inside have never been made public to this day, and no one knows about them except for a very small number of people.

Kobe and Hamilton have had a great time watching all this stuff these past few days!

Therefore, these past two days have been the time when Kobe understands Jordan the best he has ever done in his life, and Lin Ze's breakthrough just now really made Kobe dazed.

The details are so similar!

The more knowledgeable you are, the more you'll realize that Lin Ze and Jordan are from the same school.

So Kobe, unusually, took the initiative to pass the ball at this moment; he wanted to observe further!

After receiving the ball, Lin Ze did not hold it with one hand for a long time like Jordan. He didn't have that much strength in his hand, nor did he have that great wingspan. If he tried to use this move against McGrady, he would easily end up losing the ball instead of showing off.

So after receiving the ball, Lin Ze immediately dribbled and moved laterally by one step. Then he used the most basic move of dragging the ball in place with a brief pause in his dribbling. After successfully tricking McGrady into shifting his center of gravity slightly, he used this tiny time difference to suddenly accelerate and leave McGrady behind once again.

However, McGrady's talent is top-tier in NBA history, and coupled with his strong defensive will, he actually caught up with Lin Ze after taking two steps!

Lin Ze's speed is still slightly lacking compared to top-tier small forwards.

However, he was not in a hurry. Instead, he suddenly stopped, stood up to look at the basket, and then lowered his center of gravity and accelerated again. Before accelerating, there was a slight pause and change in rhythm.

These two moves finally managed to completely change McGrady's mind, and Lin Ze once again drove to the basket and scored a layup.

The point difference is back to 6!

"You went to train with Michael?" Kobe couldn't stand it anymore after watching this play. This guy didn't train with Jordan to improve his driving skills. He just fed his Dick to the dogs!

Moreover, he received meticulous one-on-one guidance from Jordan, who corrected and taught him every little detail!

Kobe had dreamed of this opportunity and scenario, but Hamilton, who had played under Jordan for almost a year, hadn't received much guidance from Jordan.

That bastard Lin Ze actually got to enjoy it? And he got to enjoy it all by himself?

"No! Why would I train with him? I'd love to smash his head in." Lin Ze answered without hesitation, "Unless it's in the boxing ring, I won't train with him!"

Not only did you train secretly, but you also lied to me!

Kobe's eyes were now filled with a hint of resentment. He didn't even listen to what Lin Ze was saying, but instead asked with a touch of grievance, "Why didn't you take me?"

"I told you, I didn't fucking train with him!" Lin Ze spread his hands, helpless.

Why don't you believe it?

I only dreamt of playing with Jordan for a while, how can that be considered training together?

"I thought we were friends." After saying this, Kobe sounded like a resentful woman who had been abandoned.

No, it should be said that it's like seeing your man and your—um—how should I describe the relationship between Kobe and Jordan?

Your best friend slept with your mother?

In short, Kobe was in a terrible state.

Betrayed by two important people at the same time, Kobe, feeling utterly devastated, distanced himself from Lin Ze. He would rather have Carter, Iverson, Finley, or someone else train with Jordan.

Even Shaquille O'Neal?

Then he wouldn't be so unhappy.

Those guys weren't his friends. Jordan looked down on him, thinking he wasn't good enough and could train.

Why Lin of all people?

Feeling betrayed, Kobe was rather dejected. Iverson used a screen to get past him and accelerated, quickly passing by him before making a sudden stop and feint to raise the ball.

A somewhat distracted Kobe instinctively jumped up, and after Iverson brushed against him, the referee blew the whistle, and Iverson made another mid-range shot!

2+1!

"Great shot! Iverson was amazing tonight!" Wilmarcus exclaimed. "No wonder he's the best scoring perimeter player since Michael! If he had made the free throw, he would have had 24 points tonight, the highest in the game! He scored 14 points in the fourth quarter alone, also a game high!"

"Michael, what do you think of Iverson's performance in the fourth quarter tonight?"

"Kobe's defense was terrible!" Jordan said. "He was completely useless. How could he get past him so easily on a ball like that?"

Since you've already been faked out, why commit such a stupid foul? Since you realized you'd been faked out and couldn't control your body, inevitably leading to a foul, why not commit a more aggressive one?

"He made three mistakes in one round, within two seconds! Terrible! He was absolutely awful this round!"

Jordan's relentless rant left Smith and Wilmarcus speechless.

After all, the All-Star Game is a place to have fun, and the commentators have always adhered to the principle of avoiding insults and abuse as much as possible.

Jordan pointed out three mistakes in one go, leaving them with no chance to respond.

As for Jordan? He's furious right now!

Now the whole world thinks he and Lin Ze have a good relationship, and the whole world thinks he secretly gave Lin Ze extra training during the All-Star game.

He was furious!

Jordan has always been a very contradictory person.

He disliked the media and fans' claims about him being Jordan's successor and hated being compared to other players because he believed he was unique.

But at the same time, he enjoyed this scene. He enjoyed the fact that the whole world was eager to find a successor to him, that the whole world believed that it was impossible without Jordan, and that even if there was no Jordan, we should at least find someone like Jordan.

Amid this contradiction, Jordan got to know all the guys who were touted as his successors, and he would often secretly compare them to study who was the most suitable and qualified to be his successor.

Grant Hill's elegance and effortless grace, as well as Iverson's arrogance and overbearing nature, were all qualities he admired.

But of all the players, Jordan actually admired Kobe the most.

Paranoid, extreme, prone to overthinking, stubborn, competitive —

These qualities are almost identical to his own, and he has repeatedly praised Kobe in the media, saying that he is very similar to Kobe.

Furthermore, if Jordan were to choose the least deserving successor and the most hated guy in the entire league right now, he would definitely choose Lin Ze!

He and Lin Ze were mutually attracted; they both genuinely disliked each other.

This is why Jordan is in such a bad mood right now.

The player I admire most and who is most like me not only doesn't attack, but also makes basic mistakes on defense.

The guy I hate the most, the one I wish I could make embarrass myself on the court and then never be an All-Star again, is now dominating the game.

What upset him even more was that this annoying guy had inexplicably become his best friend, his old comrade-in-arms from the Bulls era, and his best buddy.

That bastard, not only did he drive my car, but he also used my fighting style?

Jordan, who was so annoyed he was practically fuming, didn't say anything more. Instead, he watched as Iverson made the free throw, and with 40 seconds left, the gap between the two teams narrowed to 3 points again!

One goal can decide the outcome!

In the next round, as long as the East defends against the West's offense and makes a three-pointer themselves, they can complete a super comeback!

Even at this point, Adelman still didn't call a timeout.

The old man was in a hurry to get off work!

At this point in the game, everyone knew that the ball would either go to Kobe or Lin Ze.

Because interior players often can't get the ball in these situations, and Kidd has never been good at strong attacks.

"How about you two play rock-paper-scissors?" Kidd, looking like he was enjoying a good show, said to the two of them, "I'm not attacking this ball. Which of you wants to be the hero?"

"Give it to me!" Kobe had finally come to his senses and wanted to prove himself.

Why did Jordan look down on himself but take a liking to Lin Ze?

Why did Lin Ze and Jordan secretly train together without him?

She always shares any good things she has with Lin Ze!

He and Hamilton invited Lin Ze to watch the video!

FUXX!

No wonder this guy didn't watch the recording; why would he need to watch a recording?

He can see real people!

"Bang!"

With Kobe's mind racing, his jump shot lost its accuracy, even though he was being defended by Stephon Marbury, who was only 183 centimeters tall. The ball still bounced off the rim and missed.

"Idiot!" Jordan cursed again in anger.

With 17 seconds left in the game, Mason grabbed the rebound.

"Anthony!" Marbury shouted, raising his hand. "We're old brothers in New York! I hear about you all the time, even in New Jersey!"

"Here you go!" Marbury's perfectly timed flattery pleased Mason immensely, and he immediately passed the ball out.

"Brain!" Marbury said smugly to Iverson after getting the ball. "You need to use your brain when you play basketball, understand?"

Iverson ignored him completely, knowing he couldn't get the ball this time, so he quickly turned and moved to the side, creating space for Marbury.

At this moment, an interesting scene unfolded on the field.

Two players from each side were bickering.

Hmm—the situation on the western side is one-sided, with things going wrong.

Then, Marbury, brimming with confidence, didn't rush to shoot. Even though the team was down by 3 points, he kept the clock running, and only when there were 4 seconds left in the game did he suddenly call a screen, using Mason's strong body to create space, and then pulled up and shot from a step outside the three-point line!

"Whoosh!"

""

"Buzz!"

Two voices rang out at the same time!

"125-125!" Wilmarcus shouted. "Fantastic game! This game was absolutely worth the ticket price! Marbury's three-pointer tied the game, sending it into overtime!"

"Regardless of who wins or loses, this match will definitely go down in history!"

Smith continued, "The Eastern Conference team outscored the Western Conference by 19 points in the fourth quarter! They were down by as many as 23 points, but they scored 41 points in the fourth quarter! Meanwhile, Iverson had 14 points in the fourth quarter, and Marbury had 12!"

"The chemistry between these two guys is amazing! I think after this game, someone will definitely be interested."

"If we put these two on the same team, we might create the most offensively potent backcourt duo in history! Michael, what do you think?"

"I don't think you understand basketball." Jordan looked at Smith like he was an idiot. "What kind of chemistry do those two have? Did they even pass the ball to each other once? Did they play any teamwork? Did they screen or pull each other around?"

"They're on fire tonight, their hot streak allows them to unleash explosive damage even in constant one-on-one situations!"

"But there's absolutely no chemistry between them, and it's impossible for them to have any. If we put the two of them on the same team, hmph—"

"Then their coach will definitely have a great season!"

Jordan's words made Smith lose face and made it difficult to continue the conversation. There was nothing he could do; after all, it was Jordan.

Smith can't exactly claim to know more about basketball than Jordan, can he?

A combination that Jordan doesn't approve of is definitely doomed.

The newcomers he favors will definitely become superstars and cornerstones of their teams!

The fame of the basketball god is just that exaggerated in this era!

Meanwhile, on the court, an excited Iverson rushed to Lin Ze's side and celebrated with a wide grin.

"I told you, we'll turn things around! What else do you have to say, you piece of trash?"

"You guys won?" Lin Ze scoffed. "Catching up the score is considered a comeback? Then this lousy comeback is worthless. Next time, if I reduce a 30-point deficit to only 29 points, I'll say I've pulled off a comeback too, how about that?"

"They're shameless anyway!"

"Wait! In overtime, I'll take you down, I'll take down all of you!" Iverson knew he was in the wrong and had indeed celebrated a little too soon, so he prepared to end the conversation.

But how could Lin Ze let him go?

How could he let Iverson just rant and run away?

"I didn't expect you to be part of this team, short-handled brush! Your teammates completely ignored you throwing the ball into the equalizer, and you're still this happy!"

"I really underestimated you before. I thought you'd have some self-respect!"

Iverson's eyes widened in anger: "What did you say?"

"Don't you understand?" Lin Ze grinned. "I'm saying, you're just trash who barely made it into overtime by clinging to someone else's coattails!"

"You're dead!" Iverson glared at Lin Ze, gritting his teeth. He had to win overtime! And he wanted to be the MVP tonight!

"Phil, it's me, Scottie. Are you in Los Angeles?" At that moment, Pippen, who had failed to make the All-Star team this year and was recuperating in Portland, took out his phone and dialed a number he once thought he would never make.

This was the first time Pippen had called Jackson since the Bulls broke up in 98, and the first time the two had spoken privately in three years.

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"I'm in Hawaii, oh, fuxx! Janet, wait a minute, yeah, let go first, yeah, wait for me." After a rather ambiguous sound came from Jackson's end, Jackson finally said, "What's up?"

"Turn on the TV and watch the All-Star Game; you'll see some interesting things."

"How interesting?" If anyone else had asked Jackson to watch some damn All-Star game at this time, he would have hung up immediately and continued feeding Jenny.

But Jackson knew that if Pippen, who hadn't contacted him for three years, asked him to watch the game, it meant that tonight's All-Star Game was not to be missed.

"Overtime?" Jackson muttered after turning on the TV. "Rare, but what's so special about it?"

"Michael is commentating on the game, and Lin," Pippen's voice came through: "is cosplaying Michael."

"What is it?"

On the field, overtime begins!

At this point in the game, neither coach has made any changes to their lineup. The West is still using its own starting five, while the East has its four starters plus Marbury.

These ten players are either the ones the fans most want to see, or the ones who are in the best form tonight and most eager to perform.

"Beep beep!"

The referee blew the whistle to start the game, and O'Neal regained possession for the Western Conference team. Kidd dribbled the ball up the court and passed it to Lin Ze.

After Lin Ze got the ball, Jackson immediately understood why Pippen had said that.

His incredibly low center of gravity, his slippery, eel-like shoulders that easily block opponents' positions during breakthroughs, his effortless dribbling, and even the tongue he sticks out when battling his opponent in the air after takeoff.

Jackson was genuinely a bit bewildered.

This is not cosplay at all!

Anyway, if you let Jackson guess, Jackson would think that Lin Ze was under some kind of strange shamanic magic or magical Eastern spell, and that he was possessed by Jordan.

so similar.

"Damn it." Lin Ze didn't celebrate after scoring.

He rubbed his chin with a hint of disgust.

Why can't this tongue stop sticking out?

This training card actually has some damn side effects?

After quickly returning to their own positions, the Eastern Army did not fall into a situation of twin-horse battle again.

It wasn't that Marbury and Iverson found some kind of chemistry or understanding; rather, they reached an agreement.

One person, one round.

Take turns!

As for the two real brothers and the older Mason?

Who cares!

When have these two ever cared about their teammates' feelings?

The first possession of the ball in overtime was given to Iverson. After arriving at the frontcourt, he did not rush to take the ball and go one-on-one. Instead, he pretended to organize the offense, directing his teammates' movements. Then, when Carter ran out of position to ask for the ball, he dribbled, accelerated, and drove to the basket for a layup.

It didn't go in!

"Fuck!" Even the good-natured Carter couldn't help but spread his hands and look at Iverson.

It's fine if you don't spread it, but why are you making fun of me?

You made me run half a lap around the court, and then the opportunity came up, and you still insisted on taking the shot yourself?

After Iverson's drive and shot missed, the Western Conference team didn't rush to launch a counterattack. They had three big men on the court, and speed and mobility weren't their strengths. With Kidd intentionally slowing down, they returned to half-court offense.

"Jason, one more!" Lin Ze was in great form right now, especially after he noticed that the person guarding him had changed from McGrady to Carter, so he was determined to seize the opportunity.

Unlike McGrady, who was once a defensive master but later stopped playing defense due to injuries, rising star status, and lack of stamina, Carter never had a concept of defense from the moment he entered the league.

In extremely rare life-or-death moments, this guy might have a burst of brilliance and deliver a decent defensive performance, but tonight is clearly not that time.

Lin Ze backed down Carter, received the ball, and immediately followed up with a shoulder shake and a half-turn jump shot. Carter only raised his hand slightly to make a gesture, without putting in any real effort.

Needless to say, this shot is the same one Jordan made!

After breaking through, he used a post-up move, and Lin Ze was completely turning his game into a Jordan skills showcase.

Smith said, "Michael, Lin's back-to-the-basket movement—"

"It has nothing to do with me!" Jordan's tone became increasingly unfriendly, and his face was even more frighteningly ugly. He was really fed up with people linking him with Lin Ze and always saying things like he and Lin Ze were good brothers.

Wilmarcus didn't turn to look at Jordan's expression. Although Jordan's tone was somewhat unfriendly, it was never a pleasant tone, so Wilmarcus didn't notice anything amiss and continued, "But it really is similar! They're practically identical. Seriously, Michael, if it weren't for you—"

"Fuck you! When will you guys ever stop?" Jordan finally reached his limit and cursed impatiently, "I've said it a hundred times! I fucking never taught him, never taught him, never! Understand? No!"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore, and I don't want to dwell on it any longer! Let's just enjoy the game! That's enough!"

"Hahahaha, Phil, this is hilarious! This is really funny!" Pippen rarely let out a hearty laugh. "It's rare to see Michael so disheveled."

"Just the way Michael's gotten so angry right now is enough to make me turn on the TV." Jackson was clearly pleased with tonight's show: "I know what you want to ask about Scotty, I don't know, I don't know."

Jackson was saying that he had no idea why Lin Ze played so much like Jordan, which was also the question Pippen wanted to ask.

After all, Pippen and Jackson were definitely the people in the league who knew the relationship between Lin Ze and Jordan the best. They both knew how much the two hated each other and how incompatible they were.

Unlike Jordan and Kerr, these two were able to make up quickly after fighting in practice. The core reason was that Jordan didn't suffer any losses and even had the upper hand, so he could forgive Kerr for his disobedience. In addition, Kerr had high emotional intelligence and didn't really want to go against Jordan, so the two made up quickly.

Lin Ze and Jordan?

When Jordan was fighting, he was completely outmaneuvered, but Lin Ze wouldn't give him a way out. His dislike for Jordan was very obvious, and he never hung out with Jordan.

The reason these two didn't have a rematch was twofold: firstly, Jordan didn't dare, and secondly, Lin Ze felt it was unnecessary and didn't want to bully him anymore.

These two people absolutely do not believe that Jordan would give Lin Ze private lessons in terms of skills, especially such detailed and trivial things!

"So what exactly happened? Did Lin learn it from Michael's videos?"

"Impossible," Jackson said. "Kobe would ask our training team for Michael's game footage and movement analysis every day, and he only managed to get about 80% of it right, but Lin never asked for that kind of stuff."

"How could you possibly practice so meticulously and accurately just by watching match videos that ordinary people can see? More importantly, those details, those least noticeable aspects, cannot be learned by watching videos alone. You need someone to teach you by example, someone to patiently guide you step by step to achieve this effect."

"What happened? How do you explain that?" Pippen said, "There has to be an explanation."

"What are you trying to say, Scotty?"

"Phil, do you think Michael might be a masochist? Is he the kind of person who gets more pleasure and wants to be close to the person the more they bully, dislike, or beat him up? What's that called again? There's a really trendy term for it."

"Stockholm syndrome?" Jackson uttered one of the most fashionable terms of his time.

"Pretty much," Pippen said. "Now I know why I never got along with Michael and always felt something was off."

"Damn it, the way he sometimes looks at me, that scary look... Turns out he doesn't want to kill me, he wants me to kill him! If I beat him up, pin him to the ground and punch him, maybe we'll become good friends."

"That's such a shame." Jackson squinted, but didn't bother to say anything more.

His partner got anxious and started to take the initiative to work.

On the field, the extra time had reached its final two minutes.

135: 130!

The score is currently 10-5 in overtime!

The Western team is currently leading by 5 points.

Lin Ze remains the top contributor in the West, scoring 6 points in overtime, more than the entire East combined!

The timeout ended, and it was Iverson's turn to dribble up the court.

This time, Kidd started pressing him tightly from the backcourt. At this point in the game, nobody wanted to lose, and everyone was completely focused.

With Payton showing signs of aging and his defensive abilities declining, Kidd is undoubtedly the best defensive point guard in the league right now. But even though he was giving it his all to defend, Iverson still managed to pick up speed and storm into the heart of the Western Conference.

Then this guy suddenly pulled up and forced a shot from a point inside the three-point line!

The shot was so bad that Larry Brown, sitting on the sidelines, immediately closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

Regardless of whether the shot goes in or not, it's just that this style of play, this basketball philosophy, makes his liver ache just watching it.

Even though the 76ers' record improved significantly this year under his and Iverson's leadership, ranking first in the Eastern Conference, the team's system and Iverson's unrestrained, free-play style were also determined by him.

But this doesn't change the fact that Brown dislikes this style of play, or this overly self-centered and excessive heroism.

"Whoosh!"

"Beep! 2 points valid, foul on hand, one free throw!"

Immediately afterwards, two voices rang out almost simultaneously. This is why, despite Brown's inability to stand and dislike of this style of play, after coaching the 76ers for several years, he not only did not change Iverson's playing style, but also completely abandoned the idea of ​​having him play point guard this year, instead having him play shooting guard to fully unleash his firepower.

He also advocated that the team trade away other players who were not good at defense or those who relied on stat-padding defense, in exchange for truly top-notch defenders like Mutombo.

Iverson was completely liberated and found the playing style that suited him best. The 76ers' record also reached the highest point since he joined the team, becoming the top team in the East before the All-Star Weekend!

On the court, Iverson walked stiffly to the free-throw line, took a deep breath, and calmly sank the ball.

With 1 minute and 40 seconds left, the gap between the two sides narrowed to 2 points again!

"Iverson's and-one was crucial," Wilmarcus said. "It reignited the suspense in the game! With time running out, let's see how the West handles their next offensive possession!"

"You think you can stop me?! You think you can stop me? I'm going to beat you to death tonight!" After making the free throw, Iverson roared arrogantly at Kidd, releasing his passion.

Kidd didn't bother to retort; he had more efficient ways to retaliate.

"Come on, Lin! Set a screen." After dribbling the ball to the frontcourt, Kidd immediately waved to Lin Ze to come and help.

However, this time Kidd did not immediately accelerate to break through or enter offensive mode after setting a screen, as he would with a regular screen.

After initiating the pick-and-roll, he simply and slowly created space to the wing, dribbling and observing the area unhurriedly, all the while shouting, "Change! Change!"

Lin Ze immediately understood this cunning idea, so he cooperated quite well. He turned his body to the side and completely trapped Iverson beside him, while holding onto Iverson's clothes with one hand to prevent him from escaping.

Kidd was quite pleased with Lin Ze's clever and sensible move. He quickly bounced the ball off the ground and then sped up his movement to pull McGrady away.

This is how Kidd got revenge on Iverson.

Let Lin Ze beat him up!

"These point guards are really dirty-minded, aren't they? They're all bad guys!" After receiving the ball, Lin Ze stopped lowering his center of gravity and stood up straight, with Iverson barely reaching his chest.

"I can't stand people like that, all scheming and bad, but they're too afraid to confront you directly, right, short-handled brush?"

As Lin Ze spoke, he observed the surrounding situation. After confirming that no one was coming to help defend, he suddenly exerted his strength and charged at Iverson.

"Bang! Bang!"

Even though Iverson is exceptionally talented and his strength is practically a bug among people of the same height and weight, the problem is that Lin Ze and he are not the same height and weight!

Two consecutive impacts sent Iverson staggering back three steps. Then, taking advantage of the moment when Iverson was still unsteady and unable to get up, Lin Ze suddenly gathered the ball, pulled up, and launched a mid-range jump shot with almost no contact or interference, which went in!

137: 133!

"Come on, Allen! No, sorry," Lin Ze said apologetically to Iverson after scoring. "Come on, short-handled brush! You need to stop me!"

"Well done!" Kidd rushed over and high-fived Lin Ze, then looked at Iverson and asked, "Can you guard him?"

"Huh? Can it even defend against trash?"

"You're shameless, Jason." Lin Ze couldn't help but complain as he looked at Kidd's smug expression. "I'll look down on you if you keep acting like this."

"It's fine, just kill him." Kidd chuckled and said, "I don't need your approval."

After Lin Ze made that shot, there were only 1 minute and 23 seconds left in the game. Time was running out for the East, and their patience was waning. Marbury received the ball and immediately sprinted towards the frontcourt.

This time, he only paused briefly outside the three-point line before suddenly accelerating towards the basket!

The East needs to play fast! They need to shorten the game time and score as quickly as possible to catch up.

Unfortunately, Marbury's layup attempt failed!

"Snapped!"

His layup attempt was blocked by Kobe's slap on the backboard. The ball bounced back and flew all the way to the three-point line. Iverson caught the ball and pulled up for a three-pointer!

"Whoosh!"

This time, the basketball went in perfectly!

"Only one point left! Only one point left!" Wilmarcus shouted. "There's one minute and ten seconds left in the game!"

Seconds! Thanks to Iverson's six consecutive points, the Eastern Conference team has narrowed the gap to just one point! The game is about to get exciting!

"So far in overtime, Lin and Iverson have each scored 8 points! They are also the leading scorers for their respective teams. Barring any surprises, whoever leads their team to victory tonight will be the MVP!"

In the next possession, Kidd didn't pass the ball to Lin Ze again. After all, he was a point guard and had to make sure everyone got the ball. But Kobe, who received the ball, failed to make the jump shot.

Turning back, Iverson dribbled the ball up the court, but facing Kidd's tight defense, he couldn't possibly make every shot.

With a loud thud, Iverson's jump shot missed. On the other end, Kidd found O'Neal, who turned around under the basket, jumped up and slammed it home, widening the gap to 3 points!

After that dunk, O'Neal excitedly raised his hands, then grabbed McGrady who had accidentally passed by him, and kissed McGrady on the head with his big mouth full of something that looked like saliva or sweat.

"Fuck you!" McGrady's eyes, which were usually always half-closed, widened in disbelief as he stared at O'Neal, looking as aggrieved as a girl whose virginity had just been taken from her.

"Why don't you just go in and dunk?" Lin Ze, who had been guarding McGrady all night, felt a little sorry for him. "I swear I won't guard you, I can even block Shaq for you."

"No need." McGrady glanced at Iverson, who was calling for the ball at the baseline, then waving for everyone to make way, and shrugged. "I don't have a chance to dunk."

"Listen to this! Listen to this!" Upon hearing this, Lin Ze immediately turned to Iverson and said, "Your teammates are all protesting against the short-handled brush! You're acting like a bulldog! Do you even know what a bulldog is?"

"There are fewer than five of those left in the entire world!"

"No, you're even more selfish than that thing! At least that thing has a chance to find teammates, but you never pass the ball to anyone."

Iverson ignored Lin Ze, and Brown stopped calling timeouts at this point.

Anyway, Iverson already has the basketball. Call a timeout. What if the ball doesn't get to Iverson?

Let Iverson play directly.

"With 20 seconds left! Iverson dribbles up the court!" Smith said. "Can the Eastern Conference team pull off a game-winning shot? Will it be a quick two-pointer followed by a foul, or a three-pointer to tie the game?"

"Michael, what do you think?"

no respond.

Or rather, Jordan had been silent for almost three minutes.

This guy was obviously furious. He thought Lin Ze was a shameless thief who stole his things and then went around bragging that he had given them to him.

The two guys next to him kept calling him "your good brother Lin," which made Jordan completely ignore them.

Two idiots!

"Iverson has stopped!" Fortunately, although Jordan remained silent and didn't respond, Wilmarcus, with his experience, prevented the atmosphere from becoming tense and quickly said, "Looks like he's going for a three-pointer!"

Wilmarcus's quick responses have even drawn criticism from some slower-reacting fans.

They felt this guy was stealing Jordan's thunder; they thought this idiot was talking so much that Jordan didn't even get a chance to speak, and that it was outrageous!

Seven seconds left in the game!

Iverson finally made his move at that moment!

With the team down by 3 points, this guy pressed forward all the way to the end, and then finally started to speed up his dribbling, shifting Kidd's defensive focus.

Finally, he suddenly made a sharp change of direction and an attacking step, as if he was about to rush towards the inside.

Trailing by 3 points in the East, Kidd knew Iverson would never drive into the paint, but his brain still couldn't control his body, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Iverson's feint was so realistic and exaggerated that Kidd's body made the decision before his brain could even issue the command.

Then Iverson took a step back to the side to create distance, pulled up and shot from beyond the three-point line!

Then the basketball soared through the air, and Kidd couldn't react at all. He could only turn around to see if the shot had gone in!