Durant showed his strong offensive ability as soon as he came up, hitting 3 consecutive three-pointers to extend the score to 9:3.
"Why don't you let your amazing Asian kid play? The Asian kid on our team is looking forward to torturing him." Simmons asked Hiro with a smile.
"Your substitute? Stop being funny? You can't even do it!" Hiro said and accelerated towards the right side of the three-point line.
Simmons wanted to keep up with Hiero, but was blocked by Martin. Butler inside immediately passed the ball to Hiero on the line.
Hiro raised his knife and dropped it! The basketball hits the net!
"Care about yourself first." Hiro ran past Simmons with a smile.
"Damn bastard!" Simmons clenched his fists.
The score on the court became 9:6 with the Nets leading.
But the first quarter was a disaster for the Nets...
Simmons starts to "power"!
In the next half quarter, New Mons made 5 consecutive zeros and was beaten 10-0 by the Heat.
"traitor!!!"
“The Sixth Man of the Heat!!”
"The most outstanding champion!!"
"Can you get out of the Barclays Center? I feel sick when I see you!"
"Rubbish!!"
Spectators angrily threw bottles and popcorn at the venue.
"Hey! On time! Don't hit us!" Yuhang shouted towards the audience.
"Is it possible that he just wants to hit you?" Vincent said helplessly.
"How is that possible? I don't know him?" Yuhang said with a frown.
"This is the home court of the Nets." Adebayor pressed Yuhang's head helplessly.
The game was called off.
The players returned from the tunnel to the dressing room.
"Hahahaha, look at that undrafted guy who didn't even get a minute of playing time."
As soon as Yuhang entered the tunnel, he saw Simmons and Yuta Watanabe walking into the tunnel from the other side, laughing and joking.
"Beep! The body produces strong emotions of the original host."
"What?"
Yuhang was a little confused and didn't know what the system meant. This was the first time he heard the system say this since he came here.
Yuhang's mouth spoke involuntarily.
"You guys go back first, I have something else to do." After Yuhang, Adebayor and Butler finished speaking, they turned and walked towards Simmons and the others.
"OK." Butler and Adebayor walked to the Heat locker room.
"Yuhang" grabbed Simmons' neck collar with both hands as he walked over.
"Why don't you do what that person says! Play seriously! Change your shots! That person obviously thinks so highly of you!"
"Who are you? Do I know you?" Simmons knocked off Yuhang's hand.
"What's going on with the system?"
Yuhang was a little confused.
"Beep! This is when the original host has some obsession with certain things, it will take over some control over the body."
"So, is the original host still in my body? Ah, isn't it in his body?"
"Du! I don't know."
"Garbage! Garbage system!"
The system starts to play dead.
"Ah, it's you, the undrafted guy who was so hyped that he didn't even get a chance to play." Simmons laughed even louder.
Watanabe Yuta on the side also giggled.
"What are you laughing at? What does it have to do with you? Just go away?" "Yuhang" glared at Yuta Watanabe.
Watanabe Yuta seemed to feel something, and immediately closed his mouth and hid aside.
"Good guy, this original host is so domineering. He scared Yuta Watanabe away at a glance. I have to learn how to be domineering like the original host." Yuhang thought in his heart.
"Whether I play well or not, what does it have to do with you? Who do you think that person is? Do I know you?" Simmons still looked at "Yuhang" with disdain.
"I don't know you, but the boss values you very much and thinks that if you change, you can develop, play well, and even win the championship! You have the potential to become the MVP of the finals. Why do you have to become like this?" "Yuhang" asked Simmons a barrage of questions.
"Yes, I was actually very confused before time travel. Why is Simmons so talented? If changing shooting is definitely a potential stock for a superstar, why should he waste himself." Yuhang was also very confused.
"Come on, it's just a profession. Why should you work hard? The money I earn is enough for me to squander. You may not be able to earn my money in your life. Why should I play basketball seriously? Why should I learn to shoot? For the championship? Hahahahaha. Please, you are an adult, these are just money, I already have money."
"If I just broadcast a live broadcast, the money I make is more than your annual salary. Why should I play hard?"
Simmons looked at "Yuhang" with a sarcastic face.
"No. Simmons, you're not like this, why don't you say it." Owen suddenly walked out from the end of the corridor.
"What are you talking about? Talk about me, Simmons. When everyone found out that I had flaws, they thought I was a parallel import. When a man named Tatum appeared, did all the light on me go to him?"
"I'm sick of basketball."
"Now I just want to lie down." Simmons spread his hands.
Yuhang somewhat understands the feeling of falling from the top of the mountain. It must be very uncomfortable for the spotlight to disappear from your body.
"Coward!" "Yuhang" angrily punched the wall of the player tunnel.
"Who are you calling a coward?" Simmons grabbed Yuhang's clothes.
"You! You are just a self-destructive coward. If there is no spotlight, look for it on your own! Practice by yourself! Go and elevate yourself to the spotlight! Neither the boss nor Stephen Curry are born strong. They are not the number one pick. There is no number one pick. That kind of talent, but they put themselves in that position! They mentioned it in the spotlight! You obviously have this kind of talent, but are you going to waste it?"
Simmons was a little stunned, let go of his hand, then turned around and walked towards the locker room.
Simmons seemed to remember what Kobe said to him that night before.
"Young man, you have a better talent than me. You just need to improve yourself and enhance your skills, and you will definitely become a superstar. But if you don't change, you will definitely be full of regrets for the rest of your career. "
Yuta Watanabe followed Simmons into the locker room.
"Thank you." Owen suddenly said to Yuhang.
"Ah? It's nothing, nothing." Yuhang suddenly found that he had control over his body again.
"It seems that you also like the boss very much. We should be friends." Owen held out his hand.
Yuhang simply held Owen's hand and nodded.
"Looking forward to your performance."
Irving waved and returned to the locker room.
"Okay, come on, too." Yuhang also walked towards the Heat's locker room.
In fact, Yuhang was very excited. He also liked Owen very much before traveling through time. It feels like he is the kaleidoscope of offense, but Irving has many things in his life.
Both sides rest for 5 minutes to control the emotions of the stadium audience.
