Walking back to the bench, Zhong Yu had just played for more than three minutes, but he didn't lose much energy. So now he is still energetic, sitting on a stool, and sweat has not appeared on his pretty face.

In fact, it is quite difficult for him to defend Brewer. After all, this guy has a lot of offensive methods, and it is an indisputable fact that he scored two points on his head.

"Hey, Zhong Yu, keep in this state...you're fine with your physical strength." Byron Scott also said at this time.

Neither Paul nor Scott, or Zhong Yu had such a chance to communicate with each other in these two games.

He can also truly feel the feeling of being valued.

Zhong Yu nodded: "Okay, boss... I understand."

Scott patted his shoulder: "You have to be ready to play all the time, we have to use yours."

Zhong Yu nodded, then sank his mind into the wedge-shaped sign on his left shoulder, feeling the information inside - he is still 33 minutes away from opening the next area.

"33 points..." Zhong Yu muttered silently. Near him, Paul and Scott were repeatedly discussing tactics on the tactical board. The 22-year-old Paul seemed to be the boss of this team.

Zhong Yu didn't want to look forward any further. As a bench player, it was actually not easy to get these things at once.

What he wants is to be down-to-earth and slowly get closer to his dreams.

Soon, the second quarter began, and a little unexpectedly, Scott asked him to play directly at the beginning of the second quarter.

When I stepped onto the court, the lights were tidy. The current score was 30:19. The Hornets were 11 points behind. The role of the substitute was to hope to recover the score.

The veteran player Mike James who controls the ball seemed to think of Zhong Yu's goodness, and it was possible that he was in a good position now, so he handed the basketball in Zhong Yu's hands.

Now Zhong Yu is standing at a 45-degree angle, close to seventeen feet from the basket, and the defender is not too close to him. Although he is not in the already lit area, Zhong Yu still jumped at this opportunity.

"Bang!" The basketball hit the basket and bounced out.

The ball was not rushed, but he was not very lucky on this ball and bounced away. It seems that he has not made much progress in his skills in other positions.

But he was not in a bad mood, after all, he had already lit up an area with unlimited bonus shooting percentage.

Seeing Zhong Yu hit the iron, Paul and Scott were relieved. No one would miss a single shot. No matter how awesome he was, he would be able to leave a name for himself.

"Huh... I finally got a little more normal..." The Chinese fans who were cheering just now seemed to feel relieved, and such remarks were slowly made.

"He probably won't score again after this goal."

"Young people, sit on the bench, don't dream in daydream." These people were not forgiving at all.

However, some Zhong Yu fans began to retort angrily: "What do you mean? Have you ever seen an NBA player who has never missed any shots?"

"If you don't score a ball, you're so sarcastic. You're going to be so sarcastic when you were born." So a war of words began. At the forum in this country, casual things can trigger some swearing words to greet your family.

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"Bang!" The basketball hit the iron again. Zhong Yu looked at his hands, wrinkled his nose but didn't say anything.

Because he knew that it was normal to miss a few goals.

Although he just missed a mid-range shot from where he was best at, although he had a 95% shooting percentage here. But if it were put in reality, this hit percentage was generally normal. If the shooting with low defensive pressure is too strong, he is likely to miss the shot.

"I missed two consecutive jump shots... The melancholy Emperor reappeared his melancholy nature." Some Zhong Yuhei immediately jumped out, jumping up and down as if it was his own festival.

Zhong Yu's fans were so angry that their nosebleeds were almost coming out, but Zhong Yu did not score two shots, which is an indisputable fact.

"Damn it... Brother Yu, hurry up and be the same as before..." The fans were looking forward to it more and more.

Now, the second quarter is in the fifth minute, and the score is now 41:32, the Hornets are still nine points behind, and now the Hornets have the ball.

Zhong Yu has missed two shots, and Mike James is a little depressed. Why did he get three assists in Zhong Yu's hand in the game? Now he doesn't seem to have any shots.

It's still the Hornets' offense, and the Jazz want to pull the score back to more than ten, so they attach great importance to this defense.

Zhong Yu has missed two consecutive shots, which has gradually relaxed the attention of the players who are defending him.

So, Zhong Yu didn't spend much time walking around the inside line and returned to his own area.

Now, Mike James also saw that Zhong Yu had a good position, but he thought that he had missed two consecutive shots, so he had to consider the consequences.

"Forget it... give it to you." Mike James made this decision and passed the basketball directly to Zhong Yu's hands.

Zhong Yu is still jumping in his own area.

"I wonder if his touch was proven to be a flash in the pan just now." Paul thought to himself, and at the same time, he looked at Zhong Yu's jump shot, Scott's thoughts were almost the same.

"Zhong Yu has started to jump shot!" Zhong Yu fans and Zhong Yuhei, who have become popular in China, have now stopped playing and watched the live broadcast.

Zhong Yu got the ball and jumped high in front of the defender. This time, he still used a back jump shot.

His backward jump shot is indeed very beautiful, not Kobe's type, and it seems that his beauty is not much worse than Kobe.

Under the witness of many people, the basketball left Zhong Yu's hands directly and drew a beautiful parabola-

"Swish!" The basketball fell into the basket easily, and Zhong Yu fell back to the ground, pulling his jersey as if announcing his return.

"See it!" Zhong Yu fans cheered. What the fans asked for was actually very simple. They didn't need their idol to say much encouragement to them. As long as they could see their idol shoot a ball, that would be enough.

Zhong Yuhei was depressed at this moment. Is this guy really going to explode?
Chapter completed!