Chapter 509: Greetings on the Court

Harden threw the ball into the air, and Capela caught it in the air and was about to dunk it directly.

"Bang!!!"

But Wei Dong was standing under the basket, and he blocked Capela's dunk.

Up to this point in the first quarter, Wei Dong already had 5 blocks, one more than his assist count.

"Damn~ Be more flexible in your play!"

D'Antoni clapped his tactics board and shouted, "When Wei Dong is under the basket, don't attack the basket."

This block sent the ball into Varick's hands, and Varick quickly rushed to the frontcourt with the ball. This time, Varick was determined to score a layup.

Varick wanted to prove himself.

He was also a key contributor to the Suns' three consecutive championships.

"Swish!!!" ✪✰

Varick made the layup and his face turned red with excitement.

33:32!!!

The Suns took the lead by one point.

"Good job, buddy."

Wei Dong walked forward a few steps, high-fived Varick, and then repositioned himself for defense.

Rockets offense.

Tucker moved up to defend Harden. Although Tucker didn't play much, he had improved significantly. During team practices, Wei Dong intentionally trained Tucker to become a defensive specialist, so Tucker often defended Wei Dong one-on-one.

Although he couldn't stop Wei Dong...

Tucker's defensive skills had improved significantly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Harden dribbled at a fast pace, and Tucker stayed close to him, maintaining his defensive position.

"This kid is not well-known, but his defense is so fierce?"

Harden was surprised.

However, Tucker was still a bit inexperienced. Harden faked a shot, causing a slight physical contact between the two, but after the shot, Harden exaggeratedly fell to the ground.

"Beep!!!"

The referee blew the whistle, indicating a defensive foul by Tucker.

"Did I commit a foul?"

"I didn't touch him!"

"He did it on purpose!"

Tucker pointed at Harden on the floor and protested to the referee.

However, the referee ignored Tucker and stuck to his call, which prompted Tucker to curse at the referee, "Go to hell!"

"Huh?!"

The referee turned to Tucker and asked, "What did you say?"

Tucker tried to make his smile sweeter and repeated, "I said, go to hell!"

"I don't understand Chinese, but I know what that means!"

The referee was trembling with anger and blew the whistle again, calling a technical foul on Tucker.

In recent years, NBA referees have been subjected to polite greetings from the Suns, but since they couldn't understand the language, many referees started learning Chinese. They weren't fools; the first thing they learned was the polite phrases that Suns players often used on them.

"Brother Dong, was I too impulsive?"

Tucker felt guilty after getting called for a technical foul.

"Well said!"

Wei Dong patted Tucker's butt and said, "For some unfair calls, if you don't curse now, are you going to wait until after the game to vent on Twitter?"

"Swish!!!" 

Harden made all four free throws after the three-point foul and the technical foul.

33:36!!!

The Rockets led by 3 points, with only 19 seconds left in the first quarter.

Wei Dong received the baseline inbound pass and started controlling the time in the backcourt.

Several Suns players spread out, giving Wei Dong space to go one-on-one.

"Double-team Wei Dong! He won't pass at this moment!"

Paul, sitting on the sidelines, shouted, as he had noticed that in situations like this last attack, Wei Dong tended to play more individually and rarely chose to pass.

"Heh..."

Wei Dong turned his head and glanced at Paul.

He suddenly accelerated beyond the three-point line, with Harden and Brewer moving towards the basket. However, Wei Dong suddenly stopped and retreated back beyond the three-point line.

"Swish!!!" ✪✰

The basketball swished through the net, and you could always trust Wei Dong's three-pointers.

"You're right, I won't pass! But you can't defend me."

Wei Dong shrugged at Paul and walked off the court. With Wei Dong's buzzer-beater three-pointer, the first quarter came to an end.

...

"When Curry is not on the court, just focus on defense, and leave the offense to Brother Dong."

"We're short-handed. If the Rockets start fouling, stay away from Harden. If you need to foul the referees, do it, but be careful not to use foul language."

Green sighed, "If I don't use foul language, I won't be able to speak at all."

"Chinese is profound, and you know too little."

Wei Dong taught Green, "You can say...diao mao, pu jie zai, I'll punch your lung!"

"Diao mao, I'll punch your lung!"

Green repeated the phrase.

"You punk!"

Wei Dong kicked Green over, "Don't direct that at me!"

"Sorry, Brother Dong."

Green scratched his head in apology. He was just learning the phrases, but he was directing them at Wei Dong.

...

The second quarter began, and Gentry still had no intention of putting Curry and Green on the court.

It was destined to be a fierce battle.

Curry and Green were Wei Dong's left and right arms, and they needed to ensure they had enough rest.

"After the pick-and-roll, move to the corner for a three-pointer. That's your best scoring position."

As they walked to the court, Wei Dong reminded McCollum.

Rockets offense.

Harden came off the court to rest, and Paul returned to the court. Blake and Beverley moved into position.

"Whoosh~"

As soon as Blake found an open three-point position, the ball was in his hands.

After Nash retired, there were few players in the league whose passing skills could match Wei Dong's, and Paul was one of them.

"Swish!!!"

Blake took the three-pointer, and the ball swished through the net.

36:39!!!

Both teams had high scores. Under D'Antoni's system, the Rockets were not very good at defense. The Suns had the league's best defensive efficiency, but they were short-handed, and their defensive tactics were not working.

Suns offense.

Wei Dong held the ball beyond the three-point line and waved for McCollum to help him with a pick-and-roll.

He easily got past Beverley and drove to the basket. The Rockets immediately tightened their defense, and then they saw Wei Dong make a behind-the-back pass, and the ball went to the corner for a three-pointer.

"Hmm..."

As McCollum reached the corner and got into his shooting stance, the ball seemed perfectly adjusted, and the palm of his hand and the lines on the ball were in perfect harmony.

It felt so comfortable... how could he miss this shot?

"Swish!!!"

McCollum raised his hand and made the swish.

39:39!!!

The main reason some pass masters have high assist counts is not that they pass the ball more often, but that the passes they make are perfectly timed.

"Turning the ordinary into the extraordinary!"

Gentry smacked his lips, "For Brother Dong, I can't find enough words of praise."