There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate the king.

As the Rockets' most prominent regular season garbage time overlord, Jordan Hill is still tirelessly asking for the ball. He just took an elbow and urgently needed a dunk to vent his vent...

But how could Ismail pass it to him?

That "meat grinder" is like a ghost, sticking behind Jordan Hill. If this is passed, it may be another nail-board hat!

A point guard who lost the ball and passed the ball continuously turned into a beautiful block for the opponent. Ismail was already worried that his "big orange" view had turned into a negative value in the young coach's small notebook?

Coach, I'm really not an undercover agent!

Finally, Badinger, who landed at the bottom corner on the left, got the pass.

He felt bitter inside. As a second-grade child, like Jordan Hill, he came to attack these rookies for dimensional reduction, but was hit by the "meat grinder"...

What is this horse-trapping thing?

No matter how bitter it was, Badinger still made a beautiful quasi-open three-pointer.

It was said that it was a quasi-open position because he had an open position before receiving the ball, but he was not empty before taking the action. After just a little adjustment, Tu Man appeared in Badinger's sight without warning!

Is this person teleporting?

Badinger's heart suddenly broke out and temporarily adjusted the arc of the attack, making it round and high, and he would definitely avoid the slap of the "meat grinder"!

In fact, Tu Man just made a fool of himself. He was two meters away from Badinger. It was too late to jump and block it. I just wanted to scare him...

But Badinger was weak, and the shadow of the bow and snake was gone.

Tu Man didn't care whether the scare was effective or not. He stopped quickly and turned around and rushed to the basket. He didn't care whether he was in or not, and ran over first!

Many people think that if the other party throws in, isn’t it going to be in vain?

But there is no such thing as running in Tuman's dictionary. As long as you can't run to death on the basketball court, you will run to death. Where can you get rebounds if you don't run?

The most awesome shooter also has at least half the chance of losing.

Rebounding is in half of the shot lost!

Tu Man was always preparing to contribute a rebound without any suspense to the goals they missed!

“duang…”

Badinger was so hard that Jordan Hill, who was watching the autumn water at the basket, was overjoyed. He looked at the basketball that popped out of the box, jumped hard, and grabbed it with one hand...

At this time, the other hands arrived first, and firmly hugged the orange elf!

Jordan Hill caught a lonely life.

Tu Man landed steadily and shouted at the frontcourt:

"Taylor, another one!"

He swung his arm around and with a "swoosh", another pass that spanned the whole game.

Taylor Griffin looked at the basketball getting closer and closer and excited. What a coincidence, how could Tuman know that I was under the basket?

You're not at the basket, it's strange!

This time Taylor didn't wave. After he took the basketball firmly, he turned around and glanced, and then dunked his hands, adding two more points to the Suns!

A warm roar sounded again in the stadium!

Of course, this is not for Taylor, although his dunk is also very powerful...

Tu Man stood under the basket like an iron tower, holding his head up.

Everything is under my control!

The Rockets launched an attack again, and they suddenly became very panicked. They wasted nearly twenty seconds outside the three-point line, and no one was willing to take action.

This selfless phenomenon is rare in the thirsty summer league.

Of course, if you are a live audience, you will think that the Rockets' choice is not surprising at all.

The Suns' defensive formation is somewhat like a joint defense, with three power forwards huddled behind, and the best mobility Dodell and Tuman wandered between the free throw line and the top of the arc, and Tuman's maneuver range was even larger.

Facing the lunatic Tu Man, who dares to vote and is not afraid of hats?

There are three seconds left in the offense, and Ismail gritted his teeth and fed the ball to Jordan Hill who had finally squeezed into the paint area. He seemed to see this guy want the ball!

seem?

Jordan Hill didn't ask for the ball at all!

He didn't even raise his arm. In the past twenty seconds, he had raised his arms several times. That bastard boy just didn't pass the ball. Now he was not ready, and the opponent passed the ball...

So, it was not Jordan Hill who got the basketball, but Tu Man.

Always prepare, the ball arrives.

Tuman got the first steal in this game. Dodell had already run away, but Tuman didn't pass the ball, so that guy was just a black hole.

He stabilized for a moment and threw the ball to Earl Clark, a defender wearing an inside skin. Before the second year of high school, the templates were all Aron Iverson, but later the gene mutations grew like a cheat, and was forced to become an inside.

Then, it was not transformed into Durant and wasted.

Clark expressed his frustration at Tuman's pass, and slowly controlled the ball. When Tuman ran through half the game, he entered the paint area and passed it immediately.

Tu Man hit Jordan Hill with his back. He drew the ball and leaned back with his butt. Jordan Hill behind him had a severe abdominal pain, and he took a big step back.

Tu Man beat him again, and Jordan Hill retreated again.

Tu Man was still in the way, there was no one behind him, Jordan Hill avoided him, afraid that if he took it a little longer, that kind of pain might make him scream like a woman...

Tu Man arrived at the basket smoothly, squatted down slightly, and prepared for the first-level launch of the heavy missile, a red shadow overwhelmed the sky.

Tu Man was unmoved and still jumped as planned. The huge obstacle was heavily pressed against his shoulder, but the manic explosive force of the golden calves still pushed him to the right height!

"boom……"

The basket moaned in pain, and Tu Man hung his hands on it and wandered around.

The basketball fell rapidly through the net bag and smashed hard on a red jersey that was out of balance. It was the overturned Rockets power forward, Marty Lunin.

“Beep…”

The referee's whistle rang:

Marty Lunin made a foul on the thug, and Tuman had a free throw.

The commentator was having fun again:

"Oh - sell - cake! This is crazy, what did I see? Carrying a heavy inside line and forcefully jumping and dunking? Is this Big Aristotle's old man? Is the great Shaq here to play in the summer league?"

The fans of the casino jumped up and gave out the "mvp" cheers without hesitation. No one expected that this young man who had already "doed very beautifully" had done so beautifully again, carrying a dunk!

Too violent!

Tu Man walked onto the free throw line, looking calm, as if he had just picked up a can that fell on the side of the road and put it into the recyclable trash can.

The camera gave Tu Man a close-up of his face, and the commentator wailed:
Chapter completed!