Chapter 329: Your game, I broke it

Open Michael Jordan's scoring highlights, he rarely shoots in normal situations. In that era without canceling zone defense, almost every one of his offenses was a double-team. Sometimes he even completed the shot while being collided by multiple people in the air.

Some people say Michael Jordan's hang-time ability is rare in the world. He jumps earlier than the defender, and finally the defender falls down while he is still changing movements in the air.

Indeed, that's right.

Fan Xi also has this hang-time ability.

However, even after Fan Xi got this ability, he rarely completed wonderful shots in the cracks, why?

Balance talent?

Not only static balance ability, but also dynamic balance talent.

Not only horizontal balance ability, but also vertical balance talent.

These two points, Jordan is unparalleled in the world. He is the player with the best balance talent in NBA history. Kobe might approach Jordan relying on his "peerless waist," but it's only approaching.

Balance talent is like installing a stable pendulum in the body. No matter what kind of strong wind or height you encounter, you can steadily maintain your center of gravity and throw the ball out.

It's like a stabilizer in a skyscraper.

Jordan's stabilizer is the first in basketball history.

Now, Fan Xi also has it.

The moment Fan Xi got this stabilizer, he felt the world was wide. 【

His body was full of confidence; this seemingly insignificant talent boost allowed him to complete a comprehensive upgrade in the true sense. It could lead any technical advancement, from the most basic dribbling to driving, to physical contact, to shooting... This was an all-around boost.

Fan Xi was extremely excited.

In that moment, he even forgot that Kendall Jenner was still standing on the high platform with Justin Bieber.

"Russell, what did you just say to me?" Fan Xi looked up, his eyes somewhat fanatical and faintly excited, as he asked Westbrook.

Westbrook was stunned; he hadn't expected Fan Xi to have this expression after such a major emotional setback. He concluded that Fan Xi had received a strong stimulus.

He hurriedly said: "Jack, I'm sorry, I didn't think you were so fragile emotionally. It's okay, Jack, I can introduce you to a girlfriend. I'll even give you tickets to the Finals, or in the Western Conference Finals, I'll help you take down Kobe..."

"No, the sentence before that." Fan Xi asked Westbrook.

Huh?

Westbrook thought to himself, is Jack trying to go back to the future? He subconsciously said: "Jack, I finally know why you played so abnormally tonight; it turns out your girlfriend was snatched away..."

"No, the sentence before that too!" Fan Xi asked.

"Hmm?" Young Master Wei was stunned: "I said why don't you practice your stop-and-go mid-range shot."

"That's right, you're right, I should practice it."

Fan Xi finally smiled; he turned around, quickly killed his way into the three-point line, and pulled up for a jump shot... Bang!

The basketball still clanked off the rim.

However, Fan Xi's smile was even brighter.

Although the stabilizer didn't solve Fan Xi's stop-and-go jump shot problem, it made his shooting feel very smooth, an unprecedented sensation. He had firm confidence: the off-the-dribble jump shot could be practiced.

Before, it was that feeling of seeing absolutely no way out, just like those bust number-one picks who spend their whole lives unable to master the coordination between person and ball; it was innate. Now, the innate barrier had been broken, and with diligent practice, why worry about not mastering the jump shot?

Fan Xi practiced his jump shot for a while, and his shooting feel got better and better.

After a long time without a breakthrough, this time Fan Xi's breakthrough came in an all-around wave, and he was very excited.

He subconsciously looked toward the rooftop above, but then discovered that Kendall Jenner was standing on the sidelines; she had been standing by his side the whole time.

Her eyes were a bit teary.

She looked at Fan Xi affectionately; although she didn't say a word, Fan Xi was already relieved, and he understood everything.

Kendall couldn't be poached away.

Whatever Justin Bieber was, it was highly likely that Kim Kardashian had used some means in the middle.

So, he revealed a smile at Jenner.

Jenner could no longer hold back; crystalline teardrops fell from her eyes, as bright as pearls, yet her face was full of smiles. She walked over and hugged Fan Xi tightly.

Huh?

What is this situation?

This reversal came too fast; the cameras on-site were bewildered. Not to mention the audience, and the commentators in the studio.

They were clearly sympathizing with Fan Xi and speaking up for him just a second ago.

But now, Jenner had come to the sidelines and hugged Jack.

"So?"

Ernie Johnson, with his silver tongue, didn't know how to change his tune at this moment.

Kenny Smith had the quick wit. He said: "Could it be that these are just two young people having a spat, and little Jenner deliberately used Justin Bieber to irritate Jack, but upon discovering Jack was so miserable, she couldn't bear it, so she ran down to hug Jack and tell him that the person she loves most is Jack?"

"Then wouldn't the world's number one idol, Justin Bieber, have become a tool?" Charles Barkley seized the opportunity to elaborate; he had a talent for gossip, and he went on a crazy output toward the camera: "Now, will Justin also be very sad?"

"When a third party interferes, one must be prepared to be a tool. What decent person goes around interfering in other people's relationships?" Kenny Smith said righteously: "What kind of hurt could he suffer? Didn't he also interfere in Selena's relationship before? He's used to it."

"Kenny, Teacher Kenny, is there such a possibility?"

Ernie Johnson grabbed the point: "Could it be because Jack has too many feet, which makes it easy for others to step in? Look, Selena also seems to be dating Jack, and Jenner also seems to be dating Jack; what does this explain?"

"Does it explain that Justin Bieber's taste is very similar to Jack's?" Kenny joked.

"Alright, now all the pressure is on Taylor Swift; what if Justin decides to pursue her next?" Charles Barkley shrugged his shoulders; he, at least, loved to watch the chaos.

However, after they chatted about gossip for a while, they also talked about serious business as the game was about to start: "So, now that Jack has solved his emotional problems, will he sweep away the restraint and forbearance of the first half in the second half?"

Ernie Johnson asked.

"I think it's very difficult, because Jack isn't facing Justin Bieber on the court, not an opponent who can be conquered just by being handsome. James Harden and Ibaka are very difficult to deal with; they will continue to give him a hard time. It's very hard for Jack to break their defensive style. It's like at your age, if I give you three beautiful and sexy women, you can only look at them and wait for it to stand up."

Barkley made a crude analogy.

Yet it won a knowing smile from the adult audience in front of the TV.

Kenny didn't think so; he felt Fan Xi would definitely crush Oklahoma's defensive line, and he would definitely make the Thunder suffer the consequences.

Barkley and Ernie Johnson asked Kenny Smith why? Hoping he would provide a complete analysis.

He said: Because that person's name is Jack Fan.

What kind of bullshit reason is that?

Yet Kenny said it very firmly.

For him, this reason was enough to convince him. In fact, many die-hard Fan Xi fans and Clippers fans in front of the TV were also convinced by this reason: just because he is Jack Fan, isn't that enough?

"I will charge up, you will get opportunities on the perimeter, and we must go all out to play defense and counterattack. Listen, play good defense, and then counterattack. The point gap won't continue to widen, and we will win the victory."

Before the game started, Fan Xi placed his hand on Mike Brown's tactical board, and he personally issued the combat instructions.

He was going to be reckless for a wave.

Mike Brown looked at him in surprise; he admired Jack's leadership and sharpness. But he felt it was better to be more steady; a strong team should have enough strategic patience to wait for the opportunity, rather than leading the charge to dig for the opportunity. "Jack, sometimes you still need to..."

"Mike, please believe me. I already have the certainty of victory."

Fan Xi told Mike Brown.

He patted Mike Brown on the shoulder.

This made Brown easily think of LeBron James; after James made decisions on his own, he would also pat Mike Brown on the shoulder like this and tell him: I will definitely lead the team to victory.

This is the drive unique to young people.

It seems... even if Jack is mature, he still has times when he is young and vigorous.

Mike Brown chuckled and shook his head; he didn't say anything else.

He knew that young people need to vent, need to charge. Just like LeBron in the past, the detours a young leader should take will not be missed by a single step.

That's right, this is the meaning of me becoming a head coach.

Mike Brown thought to himself.

The game started.

It was the Clippers' ball.

Fan Xi received the ball from Leonard, and following him were Butler, Nowitzki, and DeAndre Jordan.

Fan Xi quickly arrived at the frontcourt; James Harden still gave him half a step of defense. Fan Xi didn't call for a screen; he directly killed his way in with a single blade. The momentum was still fierce, but James Harden was confident; he had experienced such long-term situations many times. He was like a young woman who would change her posture on her own after being patted on the butt.

He skillfully retreated to the ambush point, and then, Ibaka also joined in; they carried out a double-team in a "left and right are men" manner.

However, this time Fan Xi showed no signs of braking at all.

He jumped directly from the gap between the two; Ibaka immediately jumped to accompany him in the air from the front, intending to slap Fan Xi to the ground. James Harden next to him also jumped up; he interfered from behind, and if Fan Xi did a layup, he would definitely sneak an attack.

However, Fan Xi just jumped in the air like that; his body seemed as if it wouldn't fall, gliding the whole time.

Ibaka's physical fitness was very strong.

But he already showed a tendency to fall. Before falling, he desperately slapped toward Fan Xi; he wanted to complete a mutual destruction at the last moment.

However, Fan Xi didn't dodge... his hand slapped onto Fan Xi's shoulder... Beep! The whistle sounded.

Fan Xi's body fell due to external interference, but in the process of falling, he steadily threw the basketball out.

Swish!

The basketball fell into the net in response to the sound.

This shot by Fan Xi displayed his physical fitness thoroughly. Although it looked no different from before, the moment he released the shot, it was as steady as a rock.

The head referee blew the whistle.

The basket counted, plus one free throw.

Staples Center instantly turned into a tsunami of celebration; the whole arena shouted MVP! MVP! MVP!

Fan Xi easily raised his right hand and waved it toward the sky.

Then, toward the Thunder bench, he smiled and looked at Coach Scott Brooks.

Bang!

His hand made a pistol gesture, then he put it to his mouth and gently blew the smoke from the muzzle.

He told Coach Brooks: Your trap, I've broken it.

When Brooks saw Fan Xi's action, his heart beat exceptionally hard.

When a smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xi's mouth.

He suddenly felt a strong sense of loss.

Could it be? Can Jack Fan really break this trap of mine?

Just by relying on his forced, reckless action?

Brooks was stunned and suspicious, half-believing and half-doubting.