Add One, I Don’t Know How To Fight

　　 Artai was sitting on the bench, sweating profusely, breathing quickly, and his complexion...I couldn't see it even when he was red.

　　 At this time, there are only two minutes left before the end of the game. The Red Storm team has fallen behind by 7 points.

　　 A wave of three-point rain at the beginning of the second half of the Turtles crushed St. John's, leaving their lives hanging by a thread.

　　 In fact, both sides had similar shooting percentages in the second half.

　　 But the Turtles took more shots because of Li Ang's crazy rebound in the interior.

　　 is simply relying on more second attacks to get a 7-point lead.

　　 With the decline in physical fitness, now the three-point shooting rate of both sides has begun to become unstable.

　　 This undoubtedly made the Red Storm team extremely dependent on long shots even worse.

　　 "Ron, let's take a break or two." Mike Jarvis saw that Artest was a little physically exhausted, so he wanted to replace him temporarily.

　　 Today Artest was fighting Li Ang almost the whole time. The first half was offensive and defensive. In the second half, the two men fought for rebounds under the basket. They never stopped.

　　 The physical energy consumption is very large.

　　 But after Jarvis said he was going to change players, Artest gave him a vicious look.

　　 The moment they met each other, Jarvis thought about his will.

　　 Fortunately, Artest did not do anything radical, he just told Jarvis: "I said that I will bring the team to the semi-finals, you don't intervene!"

　　 "Intervene..." When Jarvison felt that he could already team up with Gary Williams and go back to the locker room to watch TV.

Gary: Don’t talk nonsense. I’m different from you. At least I have developed a three-point tactic with Li Ang as the core. !

　　 On the Turtle Team side, Li Ang was also completely drenched by Artest.

　　Although the beast is a bit mentally disabled, Li Ang really admires him for his hard work.

　　 Repeated battles and repeated defeats, but repeated defeats and repeated battles.

　　 Lee Ang has scored 16 rebounds so far, and he has already been robbed of another player.

　　 But Artest is still strong, still fighting and fighting Li Ang tirelessly.

　　 If you can't grab it, you can't grab it. Anyway, it's easy not to let Li Ang have any rebounds.

　　 Li Ang’s current physical stamina is only 70. Although this stamina won’t make Li Ang move twice, it’s really not a stamina weird.

　　 Fighting with Artai until now, he is also very tired.

　　 But this is a game that determines the outcome. Although it has a 7-point lead, it is not 100% winable.

　　 So, Li Ang wiped his sweat and stood up, constantly suggesting himself psychologically: "I am very durable, I am very durable, I am very durable!"

"The game restarted. Li Ang and Artest were still on the court. They played in the second half and haven't rested for a minute. It was a wonderful hand-to-hand fight, and I even started looking forward to their performance in the NBA. "

　　 The live commentary was very enjoyable. Although Artest and Li Ang did not score the most points today, the pictures of the two men fighting on the court were more exciting than the scores.

　　 "Huh, I didn't expect your kid to rest." Stepping into the court, the two stood together with their hands on their knees, and Artest spoke first.

　　 "Take a break? Why take a break? Are you tired?"

　　 "What's the joke, you go to New York to find out, 40 minutes is nothing to Artest at all."

　　 "Cut, it's only 40 minutes, I always start in an hour."

　　 "Blow, just blow it. One hour is not long-lasting, it is sick!"

　　 The topic of the conversation between the two people gradually shifted.

　　 It's obvious that I'm tired as a dog, but I put it off for a long time. In some ways, Li Ang and Artest look alike.

　　 The game restarted, St. John's first attack.

　　 Artest knew that his teammates had been unstable in shooting. As the team leader, he decided to stand up and solve the problem.

　　 But Li Ang didn't give Artest a chance to get close to the basket at all. He put his hands on Artest's chest and tried to push him out.

　　 Artai's aim is to be able to be reckless and never make a corner.

　　 So he didn't run backwards, nor did he go out to catch the ball with a cover pocket, but he forced Li Ang to go inside, so he went head-on.

　　 The two began to wrestle wildly without the ball.

　　 After Artest walked to the basket and prepared to raise his hand for the ball, Li Ang directly put his hand on Artest's shoulder, cutting off his passing route.

　　 Although the ball is still injured on the outside line at this time, people's eyes are on the basket without the ball.

　　 These two-person wars seem to be extremely exciting without the need for basketball.

　　 Artest worked very hard, but after all he did not get the chance to catch the ball.

　　 In desperation, Eric Buckley could only break through by himself.

　　 Under the interference of Francis, Barkley made a sudden stop and missed a jumper.

　　 Although Barkley is only in his first grade, he is considered one of the strongest point guards in the NCAA this year.

　　 But his height of only 1.85 meters made him difficult under Francis' defense.

　　 Barkley usually scores, either by three-pointers or by speed.

　　 But Francis's speed is not at all inferior to Barkley, so he pinched him to death.

　　 Artest and Li Ang took off at the same time. Due to physical reasons, Li Ang's projectile speed and jumping height were greatly affected.

　　 Therefore, Li Ang failed to take the basketball off directly, but was disturbed by Artest so that he only clicked the ball.

　　 The basketball was clicked by Li Ang and then flew out of bounds. Seeing this, Li Ang glanced at a cheerleader girl with long legs behind the bottom line.

　　 This... it's rude!

　　 "Li Angfei saved the ball, he took it back, the Turtles saved the ball!"

　　 Li Ang didn't care about the sister's banana pant. He just wanted to get up from her quickly, so he supported the ground with his hands in the chaos.

　　 As a result, the hand feels soft.

　　 Good fellow, I'm breathing harder!

　　 Although it feels great, Li Ang doesn't have too much nostalgia.

　　 Today, no one can affect the speed of my sprint towards victory!

　　 Li Ang stood up and ran forward to participate in the attack. Although his physical strength was almost bottoming out, sometimes people didn't force himself, and you never knew how many more shots you could make.

　　 While Li Ang was chasing back, Francis had already shot at the middle distance.

　　 The ball was spinning around the basket, but it still slipped out.

　　The impact of physical fitness on everyone is fair. Barkley can't make a shot, and Francis can't make a shot now.

　　 Li Ang stared at the basketball, thinking about how to make up the ball.

　　 Now there is not much time left, as long as you grasp this attack again, the game will be basically finalized.

　　 must not miss this opportunity!

　　 Exhausting his last strength, Li Ang kicked his legs on the ground and opened his fingers in the direction of the basketball.

　　 Artest also jumped high from the right side of the rebound. Li Ang and Artest, one from the side of the rim and the other from the front of the rim, were like cars about to collide at the crossroads.

The live commentary was so excited that he hammered the commentary: "Lee and Ron, no matter who wins or loses, their fighting spirit is worthy of respect. This is the March Madness Championship we want to see, and this is all about competitive sports. meaning!"

　　 These two dedicated fighters won everyone's applause.

　　 In the air, it was Li Ang's finger that touched the basketball first and flicked it gently.

　　On the importance of man's length!

　　 The basketball was dialed to the backboard and scored into the net. After Li Ang saved the ball and fell, he made an extreme tipping!

　　 But the goal was not over yet, and the two people who could not control their bodies accidentally collided with their heads in the air. This was a frontal fencing duel!

"boom!"

　　 There was a loud noise, and the two beasts clung to their heads and fell heavily to the ground.

　　 As soon as he landed, Li Ang felt that his eyes were covered by the hot liquid.

　　 On the other side, Artest subconsciously wiped his face, only to find that his hands were full of blood!

　　 But he quickly put the blood thing behind him, but immediately stood up and grabbed the basketball with his **** hands and stuffed it into the arms of his teammates.

　　 "Fuck! Serve, hurry up, our chance!"

　　 The only thing he thinks about right now is how to tie the score as quickly as possible.

"We can't lose, we can't lose! Now they have not retreated, hurry up and serve you bastard!" Artest yelled heartily, he promised Fraschli, he promised himself, and he wanted to lead the team. At least reached the semi-finals.

　　 looked at the top four in two more games, how could he fall at the door!

　　 Seeing Artest got up, Li Ang subconsciously got up to stick to Artest's side, and reached out and grabbed his jersey: "Retreat, quickly retreat, what are you doing in a daze!?"

　　 The reaction of Li Ang and Artai shocked everyone around them.

　　What are these two people doing? Don't you really want to kill one party and never give up?

　　 At this time, the referee's hurried whistle made Li Ang and Artest react.

　　 NCAA is the same as the NBA. If a player has an open wound, no matter how big or small, he must be treated immediately and he cannot return to the court until the bleeding has stopped.

　　 But Li Ang and Artest both got red eyes, so the subconscious reaction after getting up was still confronting each other.

　　 "What? The next treatment? No, I'm fine!" Artest pushed the referee away, looked at the basketball, and then at the score.

　　 Lee Ang just made a tip-up and St. John is already 9 points behind!

　　 After yelling at the referee, Artest seemed to wake up. Suddenly lowered his arms, lowered his head, and wiped his eyes.

　　 No one knows whether he is wiping the blood in his eyes or...

　　 Wiped tears.

　　 more than 1 minute behind by 9 points, he has to stop.

　　 is over, it is over.

　　 A set victory, no matter what accidents happen, there is no chance to come back.

　　 And after this year, Artest will participate in the NBA draft.

　　 NCAA semi-finals, it will be his regret for a lifetime.

　　 This is March Madness!

　　 After he calmed down, Artest took the towel handed over by his teammate, covered the bleeding wound, and then glanced at Li Ang: "See you in the NBA, bastard."

　　 After that, he walked straight to Jarvis.

　　 Jarvis swallowed, no, Brother Tai, listen to me to explain, hit the coach in public...Don’t!

　　 "Sorry Mike, I broke my promise."

　　 "Huh?" Jarvis opened his eyes and found Artest bowed to himself.

　　 After doing all this, he walked into the player tunnel.

　　 At this time, Artest was sweating profusely, but his eyes were firm.

　　March Crazy has lost, his youth is destined to be imperfect.

　　 But the game between him and Li Ang is not over yet!

　　 "I want to surpass him, I must surpass Maryland's No. 1!"

　　 Artest said in his heart that he will enter the alliance with such obsession.

　　 I will be able to do everything Li Ang can do in the future!

　　 If he grabs a dozen rebounds in a game, then I can.

　　 If he fanned out several volleyballs in a game, then I have to be able to do it.

　　 If he breaks someone else’s ribs in the game, then I can’t fall behind!

　　 At this time, the old hooligan who was playing cards suddenly felt a little pain in his chest.

　　 How do you feel that someone wants to harm me?

　　 "Let's go, Li Ang~www.wuxiahere.com~ You also hurry up to stop the bleeding." Francis hurriedly pushed Li Ang off the court. Seeing that Li Ang had so much blood, he had just prepared for artificial respiration at any time.

　　 "There is more than a minute, we must win, Steve!"

　　 Li Ang doesn't care about his head at all, just staring at the score.

　　 In fact, even if Li Ang and Artest were not surprised, the tip-up just now basically allowed Maryland to seal the victory.

　　 Unless Maryland fails to score the next goal, or McGrady suddenly jumps out of St. John’s jersey, the ending will not change anyway.

　　 It's just that Li Ang wanted to win too much, and he couldn't rest assured until the last moment.

"Don't worry, Li, you have led us to victory! Take a good rest, we still have the quarterfinals, the semifinals, and the finals to play! This game, I promise to end safely!" Francis solemnly said nod.

　　 "Well, leave it to you Steve." After speaking, Li Ang patted Boss Fu on the shoulder, and Nicole, who was worried on the sidelines, gave a thumbs up, and then walked towards the player tunnel.

　　 He raised his head and took a deep breath, feeling exhausted all over, and the road was almost immobile.

　　 Artest this lunatic...

　　 There is a saying, if you are on a team with him, you will also like his kind of desperate teammates.

　　 A good guy, all IQ was ruined.

　　 Speaking of it, only the top 16 of the sweet is already going to fight to this point.

　　 No wonder it looks better than the NBA, it's really exciting.

　　 However, Li Ang feels that he has not enjoyed himself yet. It’s cool to win a few more games like this kind of game!

　　The next quarterfinals, quarterfinals and finals...

　　 are going to be even crazier!