strictlysupreme Chapter 502 James: Do me a favor and send my two sons to the Shaolin Temple in China!
Chapter 502 James: Do me a favor and send my two sons to the Shaolin Temple in China!
Swish!
The Nets made a three-pointer.
117:107.
The moment the score changed, Curry, who had been sitting calmly, suddenly stood up and clapped at Seth Curry, who was slowly backing away on the court and making a goodnight gesture.
Curry remembers that this was his brother's first three-pointer of the night.
Although Wang Xiucheng passed him the ball twice before, neither of them went in.
This three-pointer was also his younger brother's first point of the night.
Westbrook fouled out and is currently sitting on the sidelines waving a towel.
This gave Seth Curry, who hadn't performed well tonight, another chance.
Seth Curry also saw his older brother, his father, and his sister.
Looking at his older brother clapping for him, Seth Curry suddenly felt very proud.
Throughout my high school years, college years, and even after entering the NBA, I've always been the one sitting on the sidelines cheering.
I never expected that my older brother would be sitting on the sidelines cheering me on.
This feeling... is fucking awesome!
Bang!
Jokic took a mid-range shot over Claxton, but the ball hit the rim and didn't go in.
Claxton gritted his teeth, turned around, and then held off Jokic behind him, preventing him from grabbing the rebound.
what……
Claxton suddenly yelled and flew out, diving straight out of bounds.
beep!
The referee immediately blew his whistle, pointed at Jokic, and made a foul gesture.
Jokic finally got annoyed and shoved Claxton away.
This was Jokic's fourth foul tonight.
Jokic didn't argue, but simply put his hands on his hips, shook his head, and walked back to his own half of the court.
Jokic felt incredibly frustrated with this game!
He had already achieved a triple-double, and the performances of Murray and Porter Jr. were also considered normal.
With more than two minutes left in the game, a score of 107 is not low.
But Jokic felt that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up with the Nets.
Whenever your team scores consecutively and is about to tie the score or even take the lead, it's a moment of triumph.
The Nets always manage to quickly widen the score gap again.
It felt like no matter how much I put in, it was all in vain!
Standing on either side of the free-throw line, Jokic bent over and held his knees, but instead of looking at Claxton who was preparing to shoot, he looked at Wang Xiucheng, who was talking to James on the perimeter.
Has this guy become so powerful in just two years?
"Hey Wang, Xia Tian, do me a favor." James shouted to Wang Xiucheng, ignoring the ongoing game.
Wang Xiucheng turned to look at James, "You say it."
Wang Xiucheng thought James was just joking with him, but to his surprise, James said, "Summer, help me contact someone at the Shaolin Temple. I want to send my two sons there to study for two months."
cough cough...
Wang Xiucheng almost choked on his own saliva.
Shaolin Temple?
Is LeBron James obsessed?
"You're kidding, right?"
Wang Xiucheng looked at James.
James looked serious, but his two sons looked exasperated.
Clearly, James had already told his two sons about this.
“Of course I’m not joking, I’m serious.” James almost stood up, so he continued, half-sitting and half-standing with his butt sticking out, “I don’t have many friends in China, and even fewer I can trust. You have to help me with this.”
Wang Xiucheng chuckled twice, and looking at James, who had a serious expression on his face as if he wouldn't rest until he agreed, Wang Xiucheng could only nod.
Okay, as long as you're willing to risk everything for your son, what are you afraid of!
Bang!
Claxton missed his first free throw.
Wang Xiucheng looked at Brownie and Bryce and clearly saw "despair" on their faces!
Bang!
Claxton missed another free throw.
Jokic grabbed the rebound.
Wang Xiucheng stopped talking to James and retreated to the backcourt, keeping an eye on Murray, who had already received the ball and was advancing.
Jokic moved to Wang Xiucheng's side to provide cover for Murray.
The latter drove into the paint and scored with a floater, netting two points.
The score was 117 to 109, with the difference back to single digits.
With the Nets in possession, Wang Xiucheng, having just crossed half-court, spotted Durant and Seth Curry making a crossover run and found himself in open space.
Without any hesitation, Wang Xiucheng tossed the basketball over with one hand.
Durant caught the ball just one step behind, and without any adjustment, he pulled up and shot.
Bang!
It's a pity the ball didn't go in; it hit the rim.
Claxton and Jokic jumped almost simultaneously.
Claxton, who was being held back by Jokic, seemed to be toyed with, watching as Jokic flicked the ball twice in a row before passing it to Gordon behind him.
Gordon strode off, and Wang Xiucheng immediately followed.
Just past the halfway mark, Wang Xiucheng had already marked Gordon closely.
But Gordon was already very experienced, and he kept the ball in his hand that was furthest from Wang Xiucheng, preventing Wang Xiucheng from touching it.
Gordon carried Wang Xiucheng into the paint, then suddenly used his shoulder to create contact with Wang Xiucheng.
As Wang Xiucheng moved a little further away, Gordon jumped and dunked the ball into the basket with one hand.
The Nuggets scored two more points.
117:111.
The point difference has returned to 6 points.
Gordon yelled at a camera outside the baseline, then immediately ran back to defense.
Jokic stood at the center line and gave Gordon a big high-five as he returned.
6 points!
There are 1 minute and 50 seconds left.
Nash stood on the sideline, showing no sign of panic.
Wang Xiucheng was completely flustered on the field!
Not only Nash, but the fans in the arena also showed no signs of nervousness.
Eat and drink as you please, without giving it a second thought!
Wang Xiucheng then received the ball again, reached the frontcourt, and suddenly accelerated into the paint.
Wang Xiucheng leaned against Murray from behind, using his momentum to jump and throw the ball.
Jokic jumped over without hesitation.
Although his feet barely left the ground, such a large, white mass of flesh suddenly appeared, which would terrify any normal person.
Wang Xiucheng flicked his wrist as he was about to throw the ball, and the basketball flew into Claxton's hands behind Jokic.
Claxton caught the ball with both hands and was about to jump when Jokic, whose arm hadn't been raised, pulled Claxton's wrist.
With a snap, the basketball was knocked from Claxton's hands.
beep!
The referee blew the whistle, Jokic committed a foul.
Claxton wanted nothing more than to kick the fat guy. Why did he keep fouling him?
I only scored 8 points in this game, just 2 points away from 10 points. Why can't someone else take the lead?
Claxton grumbled to himself as he went back to the free-throw line.
Wang Xiucheng retreated to the center line and looked at Jokic.
Just now, Jokic deliberately kept one hand behind his back to prevent himself from passing the ball.
It appeared that Jokic didn't jump, but it was precisely because he didn't jump that he was able to immediately foul Claxton.
It has to be said that Jokic is indeed a prime example of playing basketball with his brain.
Bang!
Swish!
Claxton did not disappoint Jokic's trust at all.
One of the two free throws was made.
118:111.
There are 1 minute and 30 seconds left.