Chapter 513: My body-worn whistle man and ghost

Next, Wei Xia's addiction to committing a foul had a foul. Seeing that his opponent was fierce, he wanted to get close to perform.

His performance was almost perfect.

Just like Al Pacino in "Smelling the Scent of the Scent", it was a work that made him the emperor, but his performances in it may not be ranked in the top five among the many performances in his career.

The same is true for Wei Xia. He can publish a book to teach others how to create offensive fouls. He is a master among the masters.

As a result, he was the one who was called a foul.

The referee's judgment gesture is extremely clear.

Block the foul.

Outside the collision zone, he had already stood firm and the opponent knocked him down with all his strength. His acting skills were flawless and unabashed. As a result, the referee ruined it.

I heard that he was lying to be a foul, but the fire that Wei Xia finally suppressed came out again.

He suddenly stood up, and was about to vent his rude English swear words,

The word FUCK is coming to your mouth.

As a result, he swallowed the swear words that had reached his mouth.

Phil Jackson asked Luke Walton to replace him, and he seemed to need to calm down a little.

Wei Xia walked off the court and rarely guided him during the game to take the initiative to walk to him: "I know you are angry, that is exactly the change that public opinion wants to bring. If you can't control your anger, those people will succeed."

"I know." Wei Xia leaned on the bench, "Thank you for changing me, I need to calm down for a while."

Wei Xia's calmness exceeded the Zen master's expectations. He thought Wei Xia would be emotionally demanding to return to the court immediately.

The heart is as firm as iron and never waver.

The Zen master sighed in his heart that the Lakers scouting department really saw Wei Xia very clearly.

He once heard that when the Cardinal selected people, he not only paid attention to the players' talents, but also his character.

The bishop has his own understanding of the player's identification. Those who he thinks are "unsuccessful" and "unfiting to Celtic culture" will not want them even if they are talented.

Wei Xia is obviously a stable investment with a noble personality.

It's no wonder Jim Bass strongly asked the team to send Caron Butler to the Trail Blazers in exchange for Weisha's signing rights, rather than traded to the Wizards for Kwame Brown as he suggested.

Now, that decision is completely correct.

The Zen master could not even imagine what they would look like if they missed Wei Xia.

The Spurs, who lacked a breakthrough, continued to dispatch troops, and Popovich did not believe that they would be defeated like this.

He replaced the Ford player Robert Horry and Brent Barry, and the decision changed the game.

After Barry came on the court, he used his shooting posture that was highly valued by 2K9 to hit the Spurs' first three-pointer in the game.

Next, the counterattack began.

Horry is worthy of being a lucky player. When he enters the playoffs, he seems to have a natural sense of smell, knowing where there is a chance and where he should appear.

It is hard to imagine that a veteran who is on the verge of retirement will participate in the fast attack and be the ones running in the front.

The Spurs counterattacked and passed the ball into his hand, and he raised his hand and scored another three-pointer.

The Spurs were revived, and the advantages Wei Xia had accumulated before leaving the court were being eroded.

Kobe stood up and hit a goal from a low post, so that the Lakers would not fall into an embarrassing situation where it was difficult to score.

The Spurs' offense is very decisive. Once there is no chance on the outside, they will transfer the ball to Duncan's hand.

The "smarest Lakers" double-team is not as experienced as Wei Xia, and the Spurs are caught by the opportunity again.

This time, the person who hits three points is Bruce Bowen.

Before the end of the first quarter, Kobe's breakthrough layup was seriously disturbed by Duncan.

Basketball hit the rebound just as Kobe expected, but Duncan's interference caused the ball he dialed was almost in curve and it was difficult to bounce into the basket.

The layup was in the basket and dropped to the side.

The first quarter ended, 30 to 25.

The Spurs are recovering.

"The Spurs finally got back to normal in the last few minutes." Elliott was in a false alarm, "I hope the rhythm can be maintained in the future and not be as difficult as the opening."

During the holiday break, Wei Xia stood by the sidelines, and the famous reporter Seg, wearing an orange jersey, asked Wei Xia: "Wish, can you briefly interview you?"

Wei Xia had a good impression of Seg, so he nodded and said, "I have been told that there is no need to play in the second quarter."

It means that Seg can ask questions as much as possible.

"How are you feeling now?" Seg asked easily.

"Be calm and worry-free." As long as you understand these words in reverse, there will be no problem.

His anger had disappeared from his face and eyes, but there was always a fire burning in his heart.

He knew that he had to make a break.

It is no longer the kind of answer that takes his position, but rather his voice to all sensitive questions, unwaveringly let everyone know what he thinks.

"You seem to have a lot of opinions about the referee just now," said Seg. "I'm right there, I've never seen you so angry!"

Wei Xia joked: "You are wrong. I have a very bad temper and everyone in the team knows it, especially Kobe."

"You've gotten angry at Kobe?" Seg was taken aside by Wei Xia.

Wei Xia secretly glanced at Kobe: "At least once a day, don't you think Kobe's face has become worse day by day since I joined the Lakers?"

"This... seems to be yes." Seger seemed to have forgotten that he was interviewing Wei Xia, and suddenly realized that he had been beaten when he saw the other party's smirk. "Tell me a little serious, Wish, you have been at the forefront recently."

"I know, so I decided to end it all today," Wei Xia said.

Seger asked curiously: "How to end?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

"no problem."

Seg believes that Weisha will not ask those difficult questions he can do.

"Please help me tell the media that will come to the visiting room tonight. I will answer all questions today. No matter what they want to ask, I will answer them. I will dig out my heart for them." At the end of the day, Wei Xia's face was decisive.

When Wei Xia said this in a live interview, it doesn't matter whether Seg notifies his colleagues.

Every media that appeared in the visiting room watched the game live broadcast, and they all heard Wei Xia's words.

The moldy bodies with ulterior motives are eager to try and are ready to go.

When Wei Xia was interviewed, the second quarter had already begun.

When he returned to the bench, the Zen master looked back at him: "You seem to have adjusted back?"

Wei Xia smiled faintly, took off her appearance uniform, and walked respectfully behind the Zen master: "My dear coach, I'm here to serve you at any time."

"Go back and sit." The Zen master sneered.

Wei Xia didn't know where he offended him again, but the Zen master always did something that made him confused.

Just get used to it.

Before Wei Xia sat down, she saw Bruce Bowen flying Kobe with a fake shot from outside the three-point line in the corner.

"I'm not right?" Wei Xia shouted.

Then, Bowen held the ball in his right hand and cut straight to the basket. Magloire flew out, but he didn't expect that the former actually used a pull rod and hit the board.

"Vaughan, can I punch you?"

"Are you crazy?"

"No, I just want to confirm whether I'm dreaming."

"Thank you for being so considerate. No matter what happens, you always think about me first." Weaver shook his head funnyly, "But you should try the boxing with the coach. If you are dreaming, then this is not true. You can hit the coach without taking any responsibility."

"What if it weren't for dreaming?"

Weaver clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Then your dream has come true. I want to congratulate you, my friend!"

Fisher, who was sitting next to him, couldn't stop smiling: "He is indeed your best friend, Wish, I suggest you break up with friends."

Wei Xia smiled bitterly and was about to sit down.

"Wish, your teammates seem to need you very much." The Zen master wielded Wei Xia like a dog and called him up, "I'll ask you again, are you ready?"

"No, no, not at all." I will not serve anyone who loves me - this is what Wei Xia originally wanted to say.

But he felt that saying this would be too unpretentious to Jackson. He was a child raised by a British woman and should know how to be tactful.

"I am very happy to see you dare to express your feelings directly. You have returned to normal." The Zen master no longer sneered, but a smug smile that played with people. "If you are not allowed to appear, the decision is not up to you. Now, prepare to go on the field."

Wei Xia could only take off her appearance service again.

"You come and guard against Brent Barry," said the Zen master earnestly. "His shot is extremely threatening, be careful."
To be continued...