diskusbooks Chapter 5: Mavericks vs. Rockets, Garbage Time Returns
Chapter 5: Mavericks vs. Rockets, Garbage Time Returns
In Wang Xiucheng's view, height, wingspan, and weight are the most important factors, so they should be prioritized for improvement.
To make them look harmonious, they should be raised together in a tied manner.
Jumping ability is also important; no one complains about jumping too high.
Using 23 points, Wang Xiu's height was increased to 190cm, and the thing he was worried about happened.
[Barefoot height: 190cm] (10 to 0.1cm)
It now takes 10 points to increase it by 0.1cm.
This is even more outrageous than the price increase of skill cards.
Fortunately, height and wingspan are data that cannot be significantly improved in a short period of time, nor is it always better to be higher.
Thinking about it this way, the price increase doesn't seem so unacceptable anymore.
After a series of actions, Wang Xiucheng's attributes were updated.
Birthday: December 24, 2002 (18.8 years old)
[Barefoot height: 190cm] (10 to 0.1cm)
[Wingspan: 190cm] (10 = 0.1cm)
[Weight: 85kg] (1:0.1kg)
[Standing vertical jump: 80cm] (10 = 0.1cm)
Maximum vertical jump: 90cm (10 = 0.1cm)
Speed: 80 (10 to 0.1)
[Strength: 70] (10 to 0.1)
[Stamina: 60] (10 to 0.1)
[Charm: 80] (10 to 0.1)
[System points remaining: 11 points.]
Apart from weight, Wang Xiucheng raised all attributes that could be upgraded with just one point to their maximum.
A total of 429 points were spent, and compared to the 1050 points a few minutes ago, now only 11 points remain.
After doing all this, Wang Xiucheng gradually fell asleep.
……
Evening of the 26th.
Outside the Dallas Air Lines Center Stadium.
Countless fans, wearing Dallas Mavericks jerseys, entered the arena in an orderly fashion.
Local television stations are conducting random interviews with fans outside the stadium to get their opinions on the game.
"The game? Of course we'll win. Houston is a terrible team without Harden."
"We won by at least 20 points; the entire second half was garbage time."
"There's only one strong team in Texas, and that's in Dallas."
"Who? Green? Isn't he from the Golden State Warriors? Was he traded?"
Almost all fans believed that the Mavericks would win this game without any doubt.
But the reporter still noticed some interesting things, such as the significant increase in Asian faces among the fans present today.
The last time this happened was when Zhou Qi was with the Rockets.
"Does this mean there are Chinese people in Houston again?" the reporter wondered.
……
The game unfolded exactly as the fans predicted.
Dallas had the upper hand in every aspect, and after the first quarter, although they only led 31-27, they were four points ahead.
But the Rockets' second overall pick, Jalen Green, was defended so well that he only managed two shots, neither of which went in.
On the contrary, Kevin Porter Jr., who said "Green and I will be the legends of the Rockets," performed reasonably well, contributing points, assists, and rebounds.
In the second quarter, led by veteran Gordon, the Rockets kept the score close and prevented the lead from widening.
In the second half, Doncic, who had been playing somewhat relaxed, led the team on a mini-run, extending their lead to 11 points.
In the fourth quarter, the gap between the two teams became even more pronounced.
Led by All-Star player Luka Doncic, the Mavericks slowly eroded the Rockets' confidence, and with three minutes remaining, the score was 110-90, a 20-point lead.
Kidd called a timeout and patted Doncic on the shoulder.
This action indicates that Doncic will not be playing anymore, and the game has entered garbage time.
The entire stadium rose to their feet and applauded Doncic.
Although Doncic's efficiency was not high today, he took 25 shots and scored 26 points, 14 rebounds and 7 assists.
But as the core player, Doncic's ability to control the game on the court cannot be fully demonstrated by statistics.
Kat Dennings was sitting on the sidelines, talking to a friend with her head down, when she felt someone tapping her on the shoulder. She looked up and saw her own image on the big screen.
Kat Dennings then waved, smiling, and blew a kiss with her signature sexy red lips.
The big screen also displayed Kat Dennings' film and television resume in real time, with "2 Broke Girls" highlighted and accompanied by a message that it was being rebroadcast by a local Dallas television station that evening.
"Kate, think about that new show. I still think it suits you very well."
"I'll consider it, but not now."
Kate Dennings stared at the Houston Rockets' bench in the distance, her beautiful eyes sparkling slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings.
She noticed by chance in the second half that every time there was a timeout, a very handsome young man would appear on the Houston Rockets' bench.
The distance was too far, so she couldn't see very clearly, and with other players blocking her view, she couldn't actually see the boy's face very clearly.
But she just felt he was very handsome; it was a woman's intuition, and it was never wrong.
She stared at it for three minutes until the referee blew the whistle, and then she realized what was happening.
Then she saw the big boy take off his jacket, revealing a red jersey with the number 12 underneath.
The boy wasn't particularly muscular, but he was well-proportioned, unlike the grotesque muscles often seen in Black people.
He had a neat and clean buzz cut, short and tidy, exuding competence.
Kat Dennings finally got a clear look at his features. They were well-defined, as if meticulously sculpted. His high nose bridge, deep eyes, firm chin, and sexy Adam's apple all exuded masculinity.
Kate Dennings' heart suddenly raced, and her face burned with embarrassment. She tried to take deep breaths, but it was no use.
She found her eyes were glued to the boy, who had some Asian features, and she couldn't look away.
Not only her, but many female fans throughout the stadium and even those watching on television were watching the player wearing a shirt with "wang" written on it.
Meanwhile, in the Penguin Live broadcast room, the fans who had been cursing Silas throughout the entire game finally stopped.
"Wang Xiucheng is on the court. Although I'm a Mavericks fan, I'm still very happy to see a Chinese player on the court."
"Have you guys figured this out? Is this guy named Wang really from China? Or is he from the US?"
"Hey bro, on the NBA website, his nationality is listed as Chinese, don't worry."
"Little Potter is really trash. He's nowhere near as good as Wang Xiucheng."
"If you're going to exaggerate, be realistic. Wang Xiucheng is just a player who didn't make the final cut. This kind of hype is a bit much."
"You probably haven't seen him dribble in the last game. I hope you'll apologize to me later."
"Let me ask you, Tencent, as the only Chinese representative in the NBA, don't you deserve a commentator? Don't you deserve a pretty girl?"
"On the top floor."
……
As soon as Wang Xiucheng stepped onto the stage, he sensed that something was wrong.
He felt like a lot of people were watching him.
This kind of "seeing" is clearly different from normal seeing.
He even felt several undisguised "intense" sensations.
“I always feel like you’ve gotten taller and stronger,” Christopher said, standing next to Wang Xiucheng.
Wang Xiucheng smiled, not knowing how to explain, but he was indeed a little too tall.
But what Wang Xiucheng noticed even more was that his muscle definition was more taut.
"Go make your run and wait for me to pass you the ball," Wang Xiucheng quickly changed the subject.
Christopher nodded and ran off.
The referee blew his whistle, and the game resumed.
When Wang Xiucheng received the ball, Mavericks' Trey Burke immediately closed in on him.
Even though it's garbage time, Trey Burke still needs to work hard for his contract, and now is clearly an opportunity.
Wang Xiucheng took two steps with the ball, and Trey Burke had already reached the center line.
"Hey, rookie, welcome to the NBA."
Trey Burke stretched out his two large hands, his eyes fixed on Wang Xiucheng, his legs slightly bent so that he could start moving at any moment.
He had never met Wang Xiucheng, but judging from Wang Xiucheng's youthful appearance and somewhat Asian features, he guessed that Wang Xiucheng was most likely a rookie, since the Rockets preferred to use Chinese players.
Wang Xiucheng grinned, then bent down and said in a deep voice, "The right side."
Trey Burke paused, "On the right?"
Is it a breakout to the right?
Did you give me advance notice? Do you think I'm being disrespected?
Is it my right side, or his right side?
Trey Burke is on high alert.
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
After the four sounds of basketballs hitting the floor, Wang Xiucheng had already turned into a red shadow and disappeared to Treber's right.
But Treber plopped down on the ground with a thud!
Instantly, the entire audience erupted in uproar!