Chapter 587: Flopping? Reminder: Learn to control your strength!

One day later.

The super-hot battle between the Bulls and the Pistons G2 arrived as scheduled.

United Center.

8:00 PM.

One hour before the game, the high atmosphere in the arena was like a surging sea.

"Bulls~ must win!"

"Bulls~ must win!"

"Bulls~ must win!"

The crazy and intense cheering pulled the home court momentum to the max.

On the court, Su Yan, wearing the red "No. 7 jersey", stood on the court like a "God of War" again.

Just standing there was enough to give the opponent an invisible pressure.

It makes sense.

Exploding for 50 points in a single game against the "Pistons Five" of the "Bad Boys 2.0", becoming the youngest 50-point man in NBA playoff history.

This in itself is a shocking thing.

This is crazy enough.

This is enough to shock the entire league.

That "Prediction Master" who is hopelessly strong can naturally give his opponent an... invisible pressure.

Of course.

While the entire Pistons team felt the pressure from the Bulls' home court, they were also full of confidence and had a strong desire to fight.

Turning waste into treasure, overcoming hardness with softness.

Under Coach Brown's arrangement, the Pistons Five were confident they could handle Su Yan.

Soon.

The game arrived.

"Jump! Ball!"

Yao still tipped the ball first.

Su Yan caught it and pushed the ball to the front court; this was the playoff stage, and the opponent was the Pistons, the "number one defense in the league".

He understood.

He had become the main attacker of this series, and he had to bear the greatest pressure, leading the team to victory with the posture of a "superstar".

"Step!"

At the right arc, Su Yan took his position.

The "Rasheed Wallace" immediately lunged up, staring at Su Yan, arrogant and sneering, "Hey, brute.

Come.

Crash into me!!!"

Su Yan:???

What an unreasonable request, but... I'll satisfy you.

"Hmph!"

With a light hum.

Too lazy to talk nonsense, and too lazy to do anything fancy, Su Yan pushed off the ground to accelerate and rushed over; the two bodies collided fiercely.

"Bang!"

One collision.

Rasheed Wallace was knocked back repeatedly, clearing a path.

"Weak!"

He spat out the word lightly.

Su Yan didn't slow down, continued to attack the rim, and Prince came over from the paint to help defend; Su Yan didn't even look at him.

"Bang!"

He collided again, tore through his defense, and scored.

This collision.

Prince couldn't bear it at all, and he was knocked to the ground; Su Yan took the opportunity to lay it up, scoring very easily.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle.

Good shot, 2+1?!

No.

The referee signaled: Bulls No. 7, Su Yan offensive foul.

"I committed an offensive foul?!"

Su Yan was a bit dazed.

He was clearly just making normal contact, not even full-force contact, and Prince couldn't hold up and fell; what did that have to do with him?

Didn't understand.

Su Yan didn't understand.

"Why?!"

Pippen couldn't stand it and rushed over to argue with the referee.

The referee explained: "Prince had already stood his ground in the restricted area, and Su Yan attacked the rim and knocked him down, so it's an offensive foul."

"That's right."

Pippen didn't deny it, but said, "But Su Yan's strength just now wasn't great, and Prince clearly has a suspicion of flopping."

"No no no!"

The referee shook his head, "Don't you know if Su Yan's strength is great?

With the high-intensity contact of the 'Pistons Five', Su Yan can 'turn the guest into the host'; his strength is quite amazing."

"What?!"

Pippen was stunned.

He didn't understand the referee's logic, but he knew it couldn't be explained. ===== CHAPTER 589 =====