bayedsolid Chapter 57 Morant: Did Newton agree to your turn?
Chapter 57 Morant: Did Newton agree to your turn?
As soon as Wang Xiucheng stood up, a lot of applause suddenly rang out, but there were also a lot of boos.
Even Morant, on the home team's bench in the distance, leaned out.
Seeing Wang Xiucheng about to go on stage, Morant tossed aside his towel, finished the last drop of water from his bottle, and stood up as well.
Morant was filled with fighting spirit at this moment.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
He had been waiting for this moment ever since Wang Xiucheng's dunk from the free-throw line during the game against the Lakers.
He never believed that anyone could surpass him in dynamic talent.
Even Zion, who was born in the same year and was hailed as having "historic" dynamic talent, was only about the same as himself.
He's just taller and stronger than me.
No, that's not muscular.
That's fat!
He's so fat his blood is thick; he even dozes off while sitting on the bench.
Morant believes that if he had Zion's weight and height, he would have shattered the rim long ago.
But this very season, an undrafted player managed to dunk while stepping on the free-throw line in a real game.
Or twice!
Morant couldn't believe it, especially since this undrafted player was an Asian man with mediocre physical abilities, which made him even more incredulous.
But as it turns out, Morant couldn't have done those two dunks.
But this only fueled Morant's competitive spirit.
I can't do that dunk, and you can't do what I can do.
That is winning.
No matter how good you are on your own, you can't win the game.
So Morant specifically circled the game against the Rockets on his calendar.
He's going to crush the Rockets!
Furthermore, the bet between O'Neal and Barkley is still ongoing and has even been increased, reaching a total of $2.
This is no small sum of money; even Ja Morant, who has been in the league for two years, cannot ignore it.
That's enough to buy at least a few decent guns!
By the way, if I could get this money, I would definitely commission a Glock 40 made entirely of gold!
As Morant stood up, the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the timeout.
The players from both sides returned to the field.
The Grizzlies didn't make any changes; it was still their starting five.
The Rockets made four substitutions, with only Jalen Green remaining on the court.
Shen Jing, who had just come on as a substitute, came to the baseline to serve. He originally wanted to pass to Wang Xiucheng, but Morant stuck to Wang Xiucheng and wouldn't let him receive the ball.
Wang Xiucheng didn't intend to shake off Morant; he simply pointed to the distance.
Shen Jing understood perfectly and passed the ball to Green, who had shaken off Dillon and was receiving it back. Then he slowly ran forward and stood near the center line.
Wang Xiucheng, without the ball, circled around Shen Jing halfway with Morant, creating an opening and receiving the ball from Green.
With the ball at his waist, Wang Xiucheng looked at Morant.
If Wang Xiucheng himself is thin and short, then Morant needs to be described as even shorter.
Ja Morant's official height is 188cm with shoes on, and his weight is only 80kg.
But his speed is renowned throughout the league.
Seeing that Wang Xiucheng had received the ball, Morant stopped guarding him closely and instead took a step back like the others.
O'Neal and Barkley said on a show that the faster the defender, the easier it is for them to fall for Wang Xiucheng's feints.
Morant firmly believes this statement because he himself is just as exceptional.
Moved!
After seeing Wang Xiucheng break the ball, Morant rushed to the left.
Morant didn't move, but instead took another half step back.
dong dong!
Wang Xiucheng didn't stop; the basketball in his hands seemed to get heavier and heavier, and each contact with the floor made a heavy thud.
With just two dribbles, Wang Xiucheng had already reached the three-point line.
But just after Wang Xiucheng finished the ball, before he could make his next move, Morant was already beside him and had one hand covering Wang Xiucheng's face.
What a great speed!
Wang Xiucheng was secretly alarmed!
Morant did not move with his own movements, but waited until he actually started moving before getting up and beginning the chase.
The moment he slowed down and stopped, Morant was almost right beside him.
Morant's speed is not just about physical acceleration.
He starts quickly and brakes quickly.
This was the first time Wang Xiucheng had met someone who could start up later and keep up with him.
But being able to keep up doesn't mean you can stop yourself.
Wang Xiucheng crouched down and slipped under Morant's arm, then took a step, jumped, and tossed the ball.
Swish!
The basketball goes into the net.
A step-up and step-down throw!
Morant grinned, seemingly finding it increasingly interesting.
Morant received the serve from the baseline and slowly walked forward.
Wang Xiucheng, while defending Morant, also gave him a wide berth.
Quite a few people have been fooled by Morant's moves, and Wang Xiucheng doesn't want to be the next one.
Using Aquaman's body, Morant shook off Wang Xiucheng and went straight into the paint. After stepping onto the free throw line, Morant raised the ball and flew up.
Shen Jing, who intended to jump up and block the shot, was already a beat too late. At this point, his attempt to block would only make him a background figure.
Bang!
Morant dunked the ball into the basket, looking at Shen Jing, who had dodged at the last moment, with an arrogant and provocative expression.
Wang Xiucheng patted Shen Jing's butt without saying anything.
Shen Jing's expression gradually changed from a little listless to the same fighting spirit.
He passed the ball to Wang Xiucheng.
This time, Wang Xiucheng didn't wait for Shen Jing to get into position in the attacking third; he started moving before even receiving the ball.
The moment he received the ball, Wang Xiucheng immediately executed a crossover dribble, instantly widening the distance between himself and Morant.
To avoid Morant, Wang Xiucheng crossed the center line from the sideline position.
But after crossing the center line, Wang Xiucheng made an almost 90-degree turn, dribbling between his legs and charging into the free-throw line area.
The sound of Wang Xiucheng's shoes scraping against the floor was ear-piercing, and his hands, which were not controlling the ball, were almost pressed against the floor to support his body.
Morant had just accelerated and taken two steps when he noticed that Wang Xiucheng had already turned and entered the penalty area.
To Morant's surprise and even incomprehension, Wang Xiucheng's sharp turn resulted in almost no deceleration!
It's like a race car turning; you have to slow down first, otherwise it will definitely lose control and go off the track.
But what's the story behind Wang Xiucheng's shift that defies the laws of physics?
Did Newton agree to this turn?
Morant, who didn't have time to turn around, could only watch helplessly as Wang Xiucheng broke through the Grizzlies' defense, reached the free-throw line, and jumped to take the ball.
Adams, who was in the paint, couldn't let Wang Xiucheng shoot from that position, so he took a step and jumped without hesitation, spreading his arms to block the shot.
Just as Wang Xiucheng was about to pass the ball to Shen Jing behind Adams, his wrist had already rotated half a circle, almost flicking the ball away.
But Wang Xiucheng caught a glimpse of a figure rushing towards him from the side.
There wasn't time to determine who it was, but the jersey color was Grizzlies.
So Wang Xiucheng changed his mind, changed his wrist again, and threw the ball out with force using his fingers.
Swish!
Snapped!
The sound of a basketball going through the net rang out.
Then the referee blew his whistle.
Wang Xiucheng lost control in mid-air and crashed to the ground.
Lying on the ground, Wang Xiucheng finally saw who had hit his arm.
Dillon!
At this moment, he was spreading his hands with an innocent expression, as if he had been wronged.
Green Shenjing and the others rushed over to check, and Christopher even swore at Dillon, saying a couple of things that started with the letter F.
Dillon laughed; it had been a long time since a rookie had dared to speak to him like that.
Dillon reached out a hand, about to push Christopher, but was stopped by Morant who was passing by.
Morant tapped his head at Dillon, then went to Wang Xiucheng's side and, together with Shen Jing, helped Wang Xiucheng up.
Dillon calmed down a little.
Dillon has already committed two fouls, with one minute remaining in the first quarter.
Grizzlies head coach Tyler Jenkins stroked his beard, recalling the image of Draymond Green being defeated by Wang Xiucheng, and quickly substituted Dillon.
Morant walked to the three-point line, propped himself up on his knees, and looked at Wang Xiucheng at the free-throw line.
He saw Wang Xiucheng make several wrist movements while he was in the air.
Dillon's foul was probably related to this.
He must have changed his mind at the last minute, switching from assisting Shen Jing to a one-on-one attack, which resulted in a foul from Dillon.
In that brief half-second in the air, how could Wang Xiucheng have thought of so much and even put it into action?
Morant wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly laughed.
What an interesting person!
What a formidable opponent!