0050: Leave the God of Basketball Aside [2/3]

"This kid is a little arrogant!"

Michael Jordan raised his eyebrows slightly, and he subconsciously sat up straight: "I like it." โ€

The basketball god has always been a battle freak, and what he loves and does best is to destroy opponents on the court, both physically and mentally. In his era, there were only a few stars who could compete with him head-on, but he also had to accept the fact that he was overwhelmed by Jordan for an era without a championship for life.

The puppy obviously didn't expect such a big reaction from the fans at the Arco Arena, and nearly 20,000 fans all stood up.

At the same time, his teammates are helping him open up space and make room for him in singles.

As for Brook Lopez on the other side, he was completely out of anger at this time.

As a rookie to be drafted for a lottery pick, and as the only traditional center in this rookie, he couldn't accept such a presumptuous provocation from this little-known brat.

"Do you think you can do whatever you want with a few rebounds and two dunks?"

Brook Lopez was furious, and he leaned down and slammed the floor like his idol.

In order to show his courage and the invincible momentum of the king.

The Arco Arena boiled again because of his action.

The puppy smiled, and he noticed that his heart was beating violently again.

He likes it.

He started dribbling, and his dribbling was so simple that it looked like he could pull it out as soon as he reached out. But Brook Lopez wasn't stupid enough to make a direct steal, so the puppy kept transitioning smoothly from the free-throw line to the penalty area.

The audience on the sidelines was a little stunned.

They thought it was going to be a lightning attack.

However, what was shown to them on the court was a Tai Chi-like pusher performance. The puppy slapped the ball into the box, and Brook Lopez stepped back to tighten the basket.

What kind of play is this?

To be honest, they were a little disappointed.

At this moment, the puppy, who had almost come to the basket, suddenly collected the ball and made a quick shot upward, and Brook Lopez quickly pounced, opened his arms, and blocked directly in front of him.

Michael Jordan covered his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at it!

Bill Wharton even made a violent voice on the commentary desk: "What is Snoopy doing?" Is he throwing himself into the net? Ben Holland didn't teach him that......"

He wasn't done yet.

The uproar in the arena had just sounded on a large scale.

The puppy, who was shrouded in Brook Lopez's shadow, suddenly reached out with one hand and threw the basketball directly under Brook Lopez's side with his left hand.

This move even made Lรณpez dumbfounded: Is he going to pass the ball?

He subconsciously looked back...... Bang!

The basketball smashes into the hoop and then bounces back.

He subconsciously reached out and tried to grab the rebound.

Behind him, however, Snoopy was already leaping to his feet, overtaking Lopez's head in an instant, grabbing a basketball in the air and slamming it into the basket...... Rumble!

Snoopy completed the two-handed slam with great momentum.

Brook Lopez was right under his crotch.

The fans at the Arco Arena were stunned.

Michael Jordan also let go of his right hand that he was pretending to cover his eyes.

Bill Wharton on the commentary bench seemed to have an invisible egg stuffed in his mouth, unable to make a sound or close his mouth.

This is an unbelievable violent buckle, and it is still a riding violent buckle.

By the time Brooke broke free from his puppy's crotch, Arco's arena finally made a monstrous noise.

Although the process of heads-up is sloppy, the ending is quite exciting and unexpected!

"Snoopy! Snoopy! Snoopy! โ€

In the sound of the sky.

The puppy landed quietly, and he glanced up at Brook Lopez, who seemed a little confused, as if he hadn't understood what was going on. So, he kindly reminded him: "You are detained." โ€

Drip!

Stanford called a timeout, and the margin had reached 20 points, and there was no chance of recovering the score.

Brook Lopez, who heard the whistle, walked back to the bench with a blushing face, and his brother was also ugly.

Tonight, the two brothers, born on the same day, in the same year, month, and year, suffered the same fate: they were picked up by the same little man!

And their NCAA careers ended in that ridiculous dunk.

Next, they have to prepare for this year's draft, and they have to run a few more training camps and put in more eye-catching performances in tryouts. Only in this way can we erase the bad picture of tonight.

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When the puppy returned to the bench, he was affectionately touched by Ben Holland, and he kneaded Snoopy's head vigorously: "I really want to knock it open and see what's in it?" โ€

"If you can put it back in, I don't mind if you experiment with Russell's head first." The puppy teased with a smile.

The atmosphere on the bench was made even more cheerful because Stanford had already announced its surrender, and the next thing the UCLA needed to do was bring the substitutes onto the court, and then Mr. Ben Holland would prepare the most appropriate smile and walk to the midfield to complete a courtesy handshake with Coach Billy of Stanford University after the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

And then... UCLA is the top 8 team!

"I had 19 points, eight assists, seven rebounds tonight."

Westbrook went back there to explore advanced mathematical problems.

This makes the puppy want to stuff all his data into him: Don't you want three pairs? It's all up to you.

Of course, this is impossible, and the rules will not allow his generosity. So he walked to the very end of the bench and sat down.

At that moment, independent scout Edward got behind the bench again at some point, telling Snoopy: "You played really well tonight, and the general manager of San Antonio sent a text congratulating you. โ€

His expression was very excited.

The puppy smiled and said, "How do I feel like you're more of an agent than an independent scout?" โ€

Edward spread his hands helplessly: "Actually, my dream is to become an agent. However, I have dyslexia and I will never get my broker's license. โ€

Although it was a sad thing, the puppy couldn't help but laugh: "No wonder you can only be an independent scout." โ€

Edward showed his eight helpless teeth, which were more ugly than crying.

"All right, Mr. Edward. Maybe you can fulfill your dream of being an agent from me. The puppy suddenly became serious: "You know, I'm a full scholarship recipient at the Anderson School of Business, so I had all the licenses I could get in my freshman year, including the National Broker License, of course." However, now I am missing an assistant agent who knows all NBA teams and I want him to help me handle all non-textual contacts and negotiations. โ€

"Do you think you're up to the task?"

The puppy looked at the fat Mr. Edward earnestly.

Edward only thought for 3 seconds, and his mouth quickly responded: "Of course, dear Mr. Employer, I can meet all your requirements, and you will not find a better non-text negotiator than me." โ€

โ€œOKใ€‚ I'll be in touch with you after the game. โ€

The dog high-fived him and reminded him, "Maybe it's time for you to get a suit, the way you look now only reminds me of the burger owner." โ€

Drip!!

The whistle blew and the game was finally over.

86๏ผš68ใ€‚

When the puppy saw the final score, he had a whim: if these two numbers were folded in half, it would produce perfect compound symmetry, which was a wonderful score.

However, the Stanford players were in no mood to appreciate the wonderful scoreline.

Their season is over and they're going home.

Fortunately, Satmento is not far from the San Francisco Bay Area.

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When the puppy stood up and was about to leave, two groups of people came to him, one was Michael Jordan, who was guarded by bodyguards.

One wave is ESPN's sideline correspondent.

"Hello, Snoopy. I'm Michael Jordan, would you like to have a conversation with me? โ€

"Hello Snoopy, I'm Erin Andrews from ESPN, and we have a couple of questions we want to interview you."

The two extended invitations to Snoopy at about the same time.

Then, under the watchful eye of an audience across the United States.

The puppy smiled at the camera: "Okay, Miss Reporter, you can start your visit." โ€

He left the basketball god aside.

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