Hayward, the ninth pick in the first round of 2010, is 2.01 meters tall and weighs 104 kilograms. He has great talent and is the main target of the Jazz management.

A big white man appeared in front of him. Lillard did not rush, stabilized the rhythm, and shot a mid-range emergency stop.

"Duang!"

There was the sound of iron hitting, and Lillard had a bad start.

but……

"Bang!"

Wang Zelin shouted loudly and succeeded in making up the dunk.

The Blazers opened the scoring.

"Shh!"

They were bombarded right away. How could the Jazz fans endure it? The Energy Arena booed.

"Al, give me one more!"

The fans focused on Al Jefferson and shouted loudly.

"Al, feel the voices around you. You are not good at being the boss. The fans have changed their camps."

It seems that in the backcourt, Wang Zelin said to Al Jefferson on the side.

"Boy, these cheers are for me, you are so shameless!" Al Jackson said angrily.

"But it was obviously me who scored the goal. Look, the scoreboard shows that you scored 0. They were celebrating for me."

Seeing Al Jefferson getting angry, Wang Zelin laughed proudly.

"Just wait for me!"

Al Jefferson roared and waited for his teammates to get into position.

Jazz offense.

Mo Williams had a strong desire to attack. He pretended not to see Al Jefferson asking for the ball. He reached out unceremoniously for the pick-and-roll, then broke into the paint and made a sudden jump shot.

Same trick, Mo Williams scored.

2:2!

"I told you that you, the boss, are not very good at being the boss. Now do you believe me?" Wang Zelin refused.

This time Al Jefferson didn't say anything and returned to defense with a dark face.

em...

No, he has a black face to begin with.

Trail Blazers offense.

Mike Roberts offered to serve as a screen, leading Paul Millsap in and out of the paint, consuming the latter's energy.

Paul Millsap understood this was a conspiracy and smiled bitterly, but he could only follow it.

At this time, Wang Zelin stood in the low post and asked for the ball, and Lillard immediately lobbed in.

The moment he caught the ball, Wang Zelin immediately turned around, got rid of Al Jefferson, who was about to make a small move, and entered the paint area.

Paul Millsap made a turnaround, got rid of Mike Roberts, and came over from the other side.

After careful study, he clearly understood the characteristics of the opponent's No. 36, including unmatched strength, soft touch, and rich low-post offensive skills... I really don't know how this freak has so many things at the same time.

It’s so inconsistent!

He knows better that as long as No. 36 completes the turning movement and gets rid of the defender, there will be almost no defense except for double-teaming.

But... Paul Millsap looked at Wang Zelin getting closer and closer, and his mood became uneasy.

Why do I suddenly feel that the double team is not stable?

"careful!"

Mike Roberts reminded loudly.

As for Wang Zelin.

Of course he saw Paul Millsap, with an indifferent smile, he took another step, took off, held the ball in his right arm, raised it high, and smashed it fiercely towards the basket.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired!

At the same time, Paul Millsap ignored the uneasiness in his heart and took off on the left side of the basket, stretched out his right hand and covered the basketball.

This scene, whether it was the fans at the scene or the Chinese and American spectators watching the game in front of the TV, were deeply attracted.

"roll!"

Wang Zelin saw Paul Millsap's hand getting closer and closer to him, and unknown anger welled up in his heart.

The next moment, Wang Zelin followed up with his left hand, put the ball together with both hands, pressed Paul Millsap and poured the ball into the basket.

The two bodies collided. Paul Millsap's height, strength, and overall quality were not as good as Wang Zelin's. No one knew what kind of courage he had in choosing to take off.

But it's just a matter of courage.

"Snapped!"

After the physical contact, Paul Millsap took the lead in flipping backwards in the air, landing with a bright shot, his knees weakened, and he landed directly on his butt.

At this time, Wang Zelin also landed, ignoring the angry looks of the Jazz players around him, and went straight back to the backcourt.

4:2, the Trail Blazers lead away from home.

The fans in the audience were stunned at first, but quickly realized what was happening on the field.

There was another round of boos.

"Paul, are you okay?"

Hayward and Al Jefferson quickly stepped forward to pull their teammates up.

"No, it's okay."

Paul Millsap looked frightened. After getting up, he stared blankly at the retreating figure of No. 36...

Just now he almost thought he was going to die.
Chapter completed!