NBA's Chinese King: The more girlfriends I have, the stronger I become.

Chapter 9 Wang Xiucheng VS Clarkson

Two days later, the Rockets will host the Jazz.

This was the first time Wang Xiucheng had heard Rockets fans boo his own team.

He understands how the fans feel right now.

Anyone who sees their team playing like this at home is already being very restrained by not throwing things.

With 5 minutes remaining in the game, the Rockets trailed 78-115, down by 37 points.

The fans who haven't left the arena yet are either Jazz fans or haven't finished eating.

Not all Rockets fans were angry; at this moment, Chinese fans were very happy.

With the game entering garbage time early, Wang Xiucheng got more playing time.

Migu Sports, which suddenly acquired the broadcasting rights this year and joined the NBA live streaming arena, surprisingly provided commentary for the Rockets vs. Jazz game today.

Although the competition wasn't promoted and wasn't a major event, hundreds of thousands of fans still flocked to it thanks to China Mobile's Migu Sports platform.

These fans weren't paying attention to the game; they were only focused on the situation of Hebei China Fortune player Wang Xiucheng.

After all, Wang Xiucheng was too mysterious; I had never heard of him before, as if he had appeared out of nowhere.

Only a few basketball-related social media accounts posted some information about Wang Xiucheng's games, but due to copyright issues, there weren't even any videos, so naturally, there wasn't much traffic.

"In fact, the game was already in garbage time. If I were Silas, I would send Wang Xiucheng on the court. At least he wouldn't hit the opponent's foot with the ball."

Commentator Wang Peng said irritably, almost naming names.

That's the good thing about live streaming commentators; they don't have to be too rigid or too neutral.

Just before the timeout, Porter Jr. dribbled past an opponent, and the ball hit the instep of the opponent and went out of bounds.

Jazz head coach Quin Snyder couldn't stand it anymore and called a timeout for the Rockets, substituting all their starters.

"Don't worry about the score, just play your own game."

Silas held the tactics board, but didn't draw anything; he just started spouting motivational platitudes.

Wang Xiucheng looked at the task that the system had just issued and knew that he would be making his appearance next.

[Task 1: Earn 10 system points for each assist.]

[Task 2: At the end of the match, for every +1 in the plus/minus value, you will be awarded 10 system points.]

[Task 3: If the number of fouls is 0 at the end of the match, you will be rewarded with 100 system points. For each foul, the reward will decrease by 20 points.]

I just finished reading the tasks posted by the system, and the pause time is up.

Wang Xiucheng takes the stage.

Finally, applause erupted from the home team's fans.

Some fans with Chinese features even held up large signs with cartoons of Wang Xiucheng and the number "12" in big letters.

"Go, Brother Wang! Kill them!"

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, a shout in Mandarin suddenly echoed across the stadium.

Wang Xiucheng looked over and saw three Chinese people cheering in a corner of the second-floor stands, and they were all wearing Houston Rockets jerseys with the number 12.

Wang Xiucheng shook his head helplessly.

He knew those three people all too well; they were the Ma family, where he had stayed for several years. The one shouting at the top of his lungs was Ma Wei, who had played with him for several years.

At that time, these three people were not the entire Ma family; Ma Wei also had an older sister who was about to graduate.

Migu Live Room.

"It's starting! It's starting!" The commentator, who had been feeling deflated, suddenly became excited. "We still have a full five minutes left. Let's take a good look at this young man who has suddenly appeared."

I don't know if it was a push from Migu official, but the number of viewers in the live stream suddenly increased, reaching the million level almost instantly, and it is still growing rapidly.

With a whistle, the game resumed.

When Wang Xiucheng received the serve, he did not dribble immediately, but instead stared at the defender in front of him.

Jordan Clarkson.

This Filipino player, who would later teach China a lesson, was already a key rotation player for the Jazz.

Once Mitchell and Gobert, among others, are traded away, Clarkson's status and playing time will increase significantly.

The Jazz are really giving me too much credit by using Clarkson to defend me.

Jazz head coach Snyder was sitting on the sidelines, his hands crossed in front of his nose, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Xiucheng.

"Let me see what you're really capable of."

Snyder received a report and video from the scouting department yesterday, and the person in the video was Wang Xiucheng.

He still remembers the last paragraph of the scouting report very clearly.

"Based on the available 5 minutes of video footage, Wang Xiucheng is extremely fast, has top-notch ball-handling skills, and decent passing vision, but lacks shooting ability and confidence, intentionally avoids physical contact, and has mediocre height and wingspan. Conclusion: At less than 19 years old, he has the potential to become a top point guard. It is recommended that the team try to trade for Wang Xiucheng to reserve future talent."

Snyder is here today to inspect the goods.

At this point, the only person the Houston Rockets could take seriously was this suddenly emerging rookie.

Therefore, he asked the team to end the game early in order to give Wang Xiucheng more time.

Clarkson was the tool he used to inspect the goods.

Snyder, who had been sitting steadily, suddenly narrowed his eyes and stood up instinctively.

Because at this moment, Wang Xiucheng had already completely bypassed Clarkson with two simple crossover dribbles followed by a front crossover.

"So fast."

Although he was mentally prepared, Snyder was still taken aback by Wang Xiucheng's dribbling speed and ability to change direction when he observed him up close.

The continuous crossover dribbling and the amplitude of the upper body swing looked incredibly smooth and natural.

But in Clarkson's eyes, it was a completely different story.

The Wang Xiucheng he saw looked like the kind of image that gets stuck on an old DVD.

It was clearly on the left, but suddenly it seemed to have teleported to the right.

When he finally managed to shift his weight to the right, he discovered that Wang Xiucheng hadn't moved at all and was still on the left!

For the first time, Clarkson had the thought that "it's impossible to stop him."

Although he knew it was cowardly, once the idea took root, it could never be extinguished.

There was a clang.

Clarkson turned around and saw that Garuba had already completed the dunk and was excitedly high-fiving Wang Xiucheng.

80:115.

The Jazz inbounded the ball, Clarkson received it, set a screen with his teammate, drove into the paint, and pulled up for a shot in front of Wang Xiucheng.

Swish!

The ball goes in.

80:117.

Switching to offense, Wang Xiu received the ball and slowly dribbled forward.

Clarkson used one hand to shield Wang Xiucheng's face, keeping his body as far away as possible.

At halftime, Wang Xiucheng glanced to his right.

Clarkson caught a glimpse of a red shadow appearing beside him out of the corner of his eye.

He knew Wang Xiucheng was going to set a screen, so Clarkson tilted slightly.

This way, he can bypass the screener and continue defending Wang Xiucheng.

But at that moment, Wang Xiucheng's shoulder suddenly slumped, the basketball slammed into the ground on his left, and he instantly shook off Clarkson like a gust of wind.

Clarkson, who was out of position, quickly turned around and chased after him, but it was too late.

Wang Xiucheng stepped into the three-point line, caught the ball, jumped, and shot.

The defenders guarding Christopher rushed towards Wang Xiucheng.

Wang Xiucheng, in mid-air, flicked his wrists as he shot the ball, sending it falling forward.

That's where Christopher is without a defender.

Christopher caught the ball comfortably, even patted it to adjust, before finally releasing it.

Swish!

The basketball goes hollow into the net.

82:117.

Snyder sat down again.

He saw it clearly just now: after Wang Xiucheng broke through, he deliberately moved towards Christopher.

The new location was, coincidentally, exactly where the defenders of Christopher thought they could interfere with Wang Xiucheng.

In other words, Wang Xiucheng was luring the defender over before passing the ball.

If their players knew that Wang Xiucheng couldn't shoot, they wouldn't have been out of position to defend him.

Snyder then looked at Clarkson, who was advancing with the ball.

Clarkson dribbled to the side and approached Wang Xiucheng, then immediately launched a three-pointer.

They're in.

82:120.

Snyder frowned, stood up, and called a pause.

He knew that Clarkson's mentality had collapsed.