Kobe is indeed a good trash talker, and like an old gangster, he even trash-talks his teammates.

The teasing teammates here are not the kind of petty quarrels between Wayne and Tai, but the kind that can make people cry.

My mental endurance is not good. Playing with Kobe will really make me autistic.

Because Kobe's trash talk is usually very direct and he won't beat around the bush with you.

This makes his trash talk often very unpleasant.

Hmm... It sounds like someone's trash talk is nice.

I can only say that Kobe’s was particularly ugly.

After the Pacers attacked again, the Lakers' defensive intensity improved significantly.

All of this is not due to Hamblen on the coaching bench, but to Kobe!

This good habit of being both a coach and a player is indeed cultivated from a young age.

This time Odom was still very close to Wayne, so Wayne went downhill and leaned against Odom to raise his hand for the ball.

Johnson lobbed the ball inside, and the two No. 4s started one-on-one in the low post.

Odom has just blocked Wayne's layup. It turns out that Odom is indeed fast in defensive steps.

Therefore, Wayne decided to attack Odom in another way.

After getting the ball, Wayne pushed it back hard.

The place where Odom just fell was still hurting, and he was suddenly hit again.

Odom:???

"Lamar, what are you doing? Get up there, bro!" As soon as Odom was elbowed away by Wayne, Kobe's shout came.

"What the hell..." Odom was confused. Is this called two men advancing and retreating?

Compared with Wayne's iron elbow, Odom is still more afraid of Kobe's scolding... and his iron elbow in training.

So, Odom mustered up the courage and posted it again.

then......

"boom!"

"Brother Wei is wrong. It's just a routine thing for me. Our boss is not easy to mess with..." Odom felt bitter in his heart. He thought Artest was already the one who swung his elbows the hardest.

Unexpectedly, this Pacers team is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

When Wayne pushed away Odom again, he turned over and shot a jumper.

This time, Odom did not interfere.

The basketball hit the net and Wayne scored the Pacers' second goal of the day!

Odom looked desperate as he watched the basketball hit the net.

Sure enough, he soon saw Kobe's ferocious face.

"This...I really tried my best."

"Tougher, I believe you!" Kobe said, picked up the basketball and stuffed it into Odom's arms.

"You only know how to order others? Let's try it." At this time, Wayne's voice jumped into Kobe's ears.

"Wang Defa." Payton saw Wayne talking to Kobe and covered his forehead.

Although he couldn't hear what Wayne said, he was sure it was definitely not a greeting!

Damn it...have you turned a deaf ear to what I said...

Can Kobe endure this? So, Wayne and Kobe kept talking while retreating.

"Haha, you're not worthy yet, Chu'er. I have three championship rings, what do you have?"

"I beat Shaq."

"I made seven All-Star starts."

"I beat Shaq."

"I was named to the All-Defensive Team five times!"

"I beat Shaq."

"Fuck, can you say something else?"

Payton was shocked when he saw Kobe's angry expression.

Because in his impression, Kobe would never be angry by the opponent.

There are two people in Payton's heart that he really can't stop talking about.

One is Stockton and the other is Kobe. These two guys are so incompetent that it is useless no matter how hard you talk.

But Wayne... turned out to be terrifying!

"Say something else? Okay, I'm second in the Eastern Conference, and you're ninth in the Western Conference."

"Fuck." Kobe cursed secretly and ignored Wayne.

"Give me the damn ball, Chucky!"

How dare Atkins disobey and obediently hand over the ball.

After Kobe held the ball, he called Mihm again for the pick-and-roll. This time, O'Brien blocked Kobe's breakthrough route in advance, but Mihm was completely released.

Therefore, Kobe immediately hit the ground and passed the ball, preparing to assist Mihm to complete the dunk.

He thought to himself, if Mim continues to be useless, he will not waste this opportunity to dunk the ball.

After receiving the basketball, Mim took two big steps and jumped to dunk. Then again, No. 99 appeared.

He is simply a nightmare in the three-second zone.

"Wei, another block, this time the victim is Chris Mihm! When did this guy come back? He was just defending Odom from outside the three-point line!"

Don't ask, just ask about the Yincheng sports car.

Wayne rushed back the moment he saw Mihm cutting in. There was nothing more than trust in Mihm's passing vision.

"He must not be able to see Odom, he can't see Odom." Wayne was still thinking silently in his mind as he pursued.

Then Mim really didn’t see it.

"Fxxk, this can also be faked." Kobe was convinced, in capital letters, if the one who caught the ball was that fat guy O'Neal...

Damn, I'd rather Mim be cheated than Shaq!

If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just play solo!

After the basketball came out, the old Miller grabbed the ball.

Kobe immediately turned around and retreated, and then the damn sound sounded again.

"You have to do it yourself, Kobe. You can't count on anyone, or are you running away?"

"Holy shit." Kobe looked back and found Wayne chasing him and spraying!

It's true that Kobe scolded O'Brien, and Wayne wanted to repay him billions of times.

Kobe still didn't respond, and his expression didn't even change.

He was actually furious! He wished he could lock Wayne's throat right now!

But as an old master of psychological warfare and facial expression management, Kobe must be steady.

The Pacers continued to attack, and this time Wayne helped Olar create space, allowing him to continue one-on-one singles in the low post.

After all, forward defense may not be successful every time.

This time, Xiao Ao stuck Mim tightly behind him, preventing him from going around.

But the moment Ou received the ball, Kobe went up to double-team him.

He really couldn't imagine that if the Pacers equalized the score... how much would No. 99 say?

horrible!

O'Brien saw Kobe rushing toward him and reluctantly passed the ball to Artest.

Xiao Ou is well aware of Kobe's defensive ability. It is not easy to keep the ball when caught by him.

Artest caught the basketball from outside the three-point line and sneered.

You actually let me, little Miller from Indianapolis, be free from outside the three-point line?

You are asking for death!

My three-point shooting percentage this season is as high as 31.5%!

That’s a full 0.5% more than last season.

Artest shoots, of course, don't expect this big muscle stick to have a soft shooting posture.
To be continued...