Chapter 133: Truly our Lakers' milk tiger

"Ooh ooh!!! This is Jack Fan, Mr. Nate McMillan, I'm sorry, you provoked someone you shouldn't have."

Kenny Smith shouted exaggeratedly on TV, his excitement no less than the fans at the scene.

After several bets, he had long regarded Jack Fan as his most important supporter in the NBA.

Even Charles Barkley covered his eyes and said: "This ball is really too killer."

Kobe on the court ran over excitedly to high-five Fan Xi.

And Nate McMillan, who was "throat-slashed" by Fan Xi, was dumbfounded, taking about 5 seconds to react.

He hurriedly gave instructions to Andre Miller: Jack Fan must be killed in the next ball.

Andre Miller thought the same.

In his heart, Fan Xi was simply "arrogant without limit." He thought Fan Xi had just taken a shortcut, and he was so arrogant.

Miller held the ball to the front court.

This point guard, who had been steady for half his life, actually hooked his fingers at Fan Xi while the whole audience was still cheering for Fan Xi, and signaled all teammates to spread out.

He also wanted to treat others with their own way.

"Andre..." Brandon Roy called his name softly.

He hoped Miller wouldn't be too impulsive.

But Miller had the victory in his hands, and even said to Fan Xi: "Miracle Child, do you dare to come and challenge me one-on-one?"

Fan Xi didn't hesitate at all, opened his arms and greeted him.

At this time, Kobe next to him shouted: "Be careful, don't let him turn his back."

Kobe Bryant cared about Fan Xi very much. He knew that although Andre Miller didn't have many offensive means, his physical confrontation ability was very strong. If he got the position and was posted up by him, even Kobe Bryant himself felt it would be difficult, let alone Jack.

Jack's confrontation was very, very mediocre.

However, Fan Xi just smiled at him slightly.

He stood in front of Andre Miller, looking "loose and sloppy."

Miller saw this, hurriedly rushed forward, and after sticking to him, he quickly turned his back, boxing Fan Xi and pushing inward.

Pfft!

When his first impact came, Fan Xi followed and took a step back.

Fan Xi didn't stand firm and confront him.

False and true, that is the way of defense.

Andre Miller saw Fan Xi easily pushed in by himself, he was very proud, thinking in his heart, this guy is dead.

He pushed inward with force for the second time, and Fan Xi still retreated.

Looking like he was retreating steadily.

Phil Jackson and Lao Wente on the sidelines were a bit worried, and the audience on the sidelines even started to boo.

On the other side, Nate McMillan showed a proud smile and slowly held his chin with his hand. As long as Miller knocked Fan Xi over or hit a shot next, he would make that familiar "throat-slitting tribute" action to Fan Xi.

At the same time, Kobe Bryant was slowly approaching Miller's side.

At this time, Miller could pass the basketball to Brandon Roy.

But he didn't do that. He had already thought of his next step. He pushed back with all his strength. He believed that Fan Xi certainly couldn't bear it, and might even be knocked over by himself.

As long as Fan Xi retreated, he would quickly turn away from Kobe and hit a fadeaway shot.

He even thought about what the trash talk should be after hitting the shot: Miracle Child? Nothing more than this!

However, when he used all his strength to hit back... Pfft!

He received the greatest resistance since the beginning of the game. He actually didn't make an inch of progress, his body stayed in place.

At the same time, Kobe had already flown up like a wolf or tiger. He didn't dare to hesitate anymore, hurriedly turned to his left hand, and then jumped to shoot.

But just as he jumped and threw the basketball.

Fan Xi had already come from the sky, he stretched out his right hand like an eagle spreading its wings... Slap!

The huge palm slapped hard on the basketball that Andre Miller had just shot. The basketball was slapped toward the front court as fiercely as a volleyball spike.

Miller's pupils were full of horror. He seemed to see a demon god descending from the sky, cruelly suppressing all his extravagant hopes.

Sss!

Andre Miller stumbled when he landed, his figure unstable.

At the same time, Fan Xi also landed quickly. After landing, he ran wildly toward the front court... Pfft!

He hit Miller's body again.

Miller felt a huge impact, and with a thud... he fell on his butt.

Very embarrassed.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up.

He thought of what Roy said to him before the game, and he realized a terrifying thing: Jack Fan hid his strength. The seemingly thin him was actually a powerful strength-type player.

My god!

Andre Miller had a feeling of despair.

At the same time, Fan Xi had already sprinted to the front court, grabbing the ball that he had slapped over.

Staples Center had long since become a vast ocean of celebration. From the moment Fan Xi descended from the sky and slammed Miller's shot, the excited Lakers fans all stood up, pulling their throats and shouting Fan Xi's name.

Fan! Fan! Fan!

Like a loud military song on an ancient battlefield!

The wind rises and the clouds fly!

Fan Xi soared into the air in the front court paint, grabbing the basketball with one hand and suddenly rotating 360 degrees... Boom!

The basketball slammed into the basket in the most gorgeous posture.

The atmosphere at Staples Center reached an incomparable heat.

Relying on Fan Xi's dunk, they overtook the score.

Moreover, the great significance of this ball was that Fan Xi stood up, stepped on the arrogant Andre Miller hard, and used the soles of his feet to trample his hateful face.

The entire Portland team, including head coach McMillan, thought the Lakers' number one position was weak and bullyable.

Now, Fan Xi told the whole world with the most violent spike, the sharpest speed, and the most gorgeous dunk.

The era of wanting to crush the Los Angeles number one position by relying on an ordinary elite-level point guard was gone forever.

Fan Xi looked coldly at McMillan amidst the uniform war song cheers of the whole audience.

The hand McMillan placed on his chin slowly slid upward, he covered his mouth and nose, and then his head fell gently.

Bowing his head to the Miracle Child.

McMillan couldn't look directly at Fan Xi's sharp eyes.

He knew that his number one position attack plan, which he was confident about before the game, had completely failed.

Fan Xi crushed Andre Miller, and also crushed his extravagant hopes.

Beep!

Portland requested a timeout.

Fan Xi raised his hands high, and he extinguished Portland's arrogant momentum with his own strength.

Amidst the cheers of the whole audience, he walked proudly to the bench.

He raised his eyebrows at Phil Jackson: "Old man, I said, I'm going to give you a surprise tonight."

Phil Jackson smiled happily. He reached out and patted Fan Xi's shoulder hard: "Truly our Lakers' milk tiger!" ===== CHAPTER 134 =====