My Name is Kobe Bryant

"The game is about to start, and this nationwide live broadcast has attracted the attention of many people."

"Golden Generation No. 2 vs. No. 13, super rookie defender Flying Mouse vs. All-Star MVP Peter Pan."

"Isaiah Thomas builds vs. Jerry West builds!"

"Little Flying Squirrel walked up to Kobe to provoke him right after the game started!"

"Kobe raised his eyebrows and didn't speak. The arrogant attitude annoyed the Raptors fans, and Kobe was unmoved by the boos at the scene!"

"The referee stopped the confrontation between the players on both sides and called on the players to come to the center circle and serve the ball! The match is about to begin!"

As usual, Ben Wallace stood in the middle circle.

"Short, it's you again?" Camby remembered what happened in the All-Star Rookie Game. This little guy was a bit tough.

"Skinny, what's the matter?" Da Ben snorted disdainfully. Just cleaned up the skinny All-Star power forward Kevin Garnett. Big Ben has some experience in playing these power forwards who lack strength and have a high center of gravity. He thinks there is nothing wrong with locking Camby in this game.

After all, in the All-Star Rookie Challenge, Camby repeatedly jumped out of the bottom line and evaded Kobe's writing, which is hard to avoid being treated as a softie.

To deal with the tough and iron-blooded Garnett, the Lakers can beat her in both offense and defense, not to mention the fully weakened version of Camby.

"Shut up, rookies, let's start the game." Joseph Joy Crawford, who whistled the game today, is currently bald. Crawford is in his prime and is 46 years old. His strong body, sleek hairstyle, and fierce attitude made many players tremble with fear.

Joey Crawford tossed the ball high to start the game.

The two jumping men seemed to be stepping on springs on the soles of their feet, and they jumped up! Raise one arm high, point the ball towards your own half!

Big Ben won the jump ball at the All-Star Game, but this time, Camby was slightly better, stretching his long arms and tapping the basketball.

The little flying mouse Stoudemire holds the ball and advances with the ball quickly!

quick! Flying Squirrel's high-frequency and short strides quickly advanced to the Lakers' half court with the ball. This advancing speed is very good. No wonder with this height, he can average 20.2 points per game!

Kobe's center of gravity sank slightly, and he stood at the top of the three-point arc, waiting for the attack of the little flying mouse.

"Kobe! Everyone around me is bragging about how good an 18-year-old rookie is. He beat Jordan and killed Olajuwon. He is the future of the league!"

"Tell you! These words seem to me to be BULLSHIT! Today I will blow you up! Let everyone know that the future No. 1 defender belongs to my little flying mouse!" Little flying mouse looked grim, and was encouraged by the smiling assassin Afterwards, he was so excited that he was pouring chicken soup like a chicken blood.

"At your height, it's a bit difficult to be the first guard." Kobe complained lightly, which made the little flying mouse furious!

"If I'm short, I can't be the MVP? I want to be the shortest player in history!"

Kobe was surprised, yo, he is quite courageous. But you are probably several grades behind Iverson.

Not every short guard is called AI.

Little Flying Squirrel raised his hand and clenched his fist, signaling to open the singles.

"No, no, no, singles against Kobe?" The magician was stunned. Does the current little guard have no points in his heart?

"Oops, I overcooked the chicken soup." The smiling assassin's face changed. Before the game, he took the little flying mouse to talk on the phone alone, telling him not to be afraid of Kobe. He never thought that the little flying mouse would take the initiative to fight Kobe.

Little Flying Squirrel has a high center of gravity when dribbling, which matches his height, but it is quite difficult to steal the ball. After waiting for his teammates to pull to the bottom corner, he stared! The body suddenly sprang out!

Strong!

Kobe's footsteps were staggered and slid, and his body adjusted his position repeatedly following the direction of Little Momonga's attack.

Kobe deliberately put a small gap and let the little flying mouse walk into the middle distance!

"Kobe! Your defense is nothing more than that!" Damon Stoudemire was delighted! Sure enough, it's the same as what the assassin teacher said, don't be afraid of Kobe's defense.

he! Guard against me!

The little flying mouse didn't see the smile on the corner of Kobe's mouth, walked into the middle distance, and jumped vigorously!

Jump to the side! Get rid of it!

There is no one in sight! Kobe was thrown off!

take off! Leap high! In order to prevent being spared because of his height, Little Flying Squirrel's mid-range shot has a very high jump height and a long time in the air!

"This ball is stable!" The moment Little Flying Squirrel threw it, his hand feeling told him, it was all right!

etc!

A black figure approached him from behind! As soon as the basketball was shot, a black hand pierced through it!

"Boom!" Kobe made a big hot pot!

A volleyball smash action, sending the ball flying out of the baseline.

Little Momonga's face was pale, looking at Kobe, he was speechless for a long time.

There were boos again in the Sky Arena!

"BOW!!!!" I don't know if the boos were for Kobe, or for the blood-stained head star, Little Flying Squirrel. Or both.

Kobe clapped his hands, as if completing an insignificant movement.

It's really not difficult for Kobe to defend against small people. Kobe's explosive power and absolute speed are not outstanding, but his lateral footsteps and sensitive response are definitely historical levels. Kobe was better at hunting down smaller guards than that kind of muscle ~ stick.

Give you a position and vote for you!

Kobe's killing heart! That's how domineering.

"Hurry up and serve! What's the matter?" Joey Crawford was dissatisfied. What's the matter with you guys? Finish the game early. Who wants to stay in such a crappy place like Toronto? !

Walter Williams sends the ball to Momonga.

"Run tactics! Run tactics!" The head coach of the Raptors jumped anxiously on the sidelines. He knew that if the game really entered the heads-up mode, Kobe could easily dominate the game. Look at the performance of the All-Star Kobe in the face of Michael! That kid is standing up, can you, Little Momonga, have a small nose and small eyes to prevent it?

Momonga hesitated, then the ball stood still.

I really want to play another one, but it seems that I can't.

Running tactics? But I am so unwilling, Isaiah trusts me so much, I really want to prove it to him!

Kobe looked at Little Momonga who was standing there stupidly, wondering.

What is this kid thinking?

Tentatively poked the ball.

"Snapped!"

The ball, dropped.

Kobe picked up the ball and rushed to the frontcourt. This kind of god-sent opportunity is simply a gift!

"The new slam dunk king is about to dunk!" the magician shouted!

The assassin fell silent.

Kobe's vigorous posture went straight to the Raptors' half court, stretched his body, completed a folding lever, and smashed a buckle with a one-handed tomahawk.

Scored the first point of the game.

"Fack! Kobe! Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of you! The only thing I'm afraid of! Only God!" Momonga, who returned to the half court, looked at Kobe's looking down eyes, and angrily sprayed trash talk.

"I am God!" Kobe raised his chin, I got up from hell, defeated God and returned!

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