"Of course, coach!"

Wu Dawei nodded, looking full of confidence. Faced with such a scene, it was fake that he said he was not nervous. Think about it, tens of thousands of people in the audience were boasting you and targeting you. If you still perform well, what would happen to them? Wu Dawei didn't know, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he was!

The whistle of the game sounded, and in the hustle and bustle, players from both sides began to walk onto the court.

"Do you think you can dominate this game? G!R!E!A!T!?" Morris Williams suddenly walked to Wu Dawei with a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Stop teasing, do you really think you are a superstar?"

Wu Dawei glanced at him, snorted, and said, "At least I have more All-Star votes than you!"

"Bitch!" Looking at Wu Dawei's back as he walked onto the stadium, Williams snorted coldly.

Players on both sides walked onto the stadium. As usual, everyone would simply show respect, but Amare Stoudemire had no idea of ​​saying hello to Wu Dawei, so Wu Dawei naturally ignored him.

The game is about to begin soon. Wu Dawei stood outside the center circle, and Wilson Chandler was standing next to him. Although this small forward has performed very well this season, his condition has been affected by recent trading rumors.

Wu Dawei was thinking about whether he would abuse him like he did the last time, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Blow off the Chinese guy on the opposite side! Amare, you can do it! He is not even a dish for you!"

Wu Dawei looked at the source of the sound, Spike Li Zheng burst into his voice, and saw Wu Dawei look at this side, and immediately glared at him. It seemed to be saying, "What are you looking at?" My master, I'm the one who shits!

Wu Dawei quickly withdrew his gaze, the referee blew the whistle in his mouth, and then Andre Valaicho jumped to win the opening ball, and the Cavaliers won the chance to attack first.

The two sides quickly fought for the Knicks in the half. Due to their increasingly outstanding performance on the offensive end recently, Wu Dawei's chances of taking the initiative to touch the ball have gradually increased. He quickly obtained the ball and received the return pass after helping Williams pick-and-roll at a high position.

"Chinese, do you understand basketball!?"

"Hey, idiot! Do you think you are Yao Ming? You are not! You are a coward, I swear you don't dare to shoot!"

"Idiot, you can't make a shot!"

The moment Wu Dawei received the ball, a loud booing sounded loudly in Madison Garden Square and the unpleasant scolding of New Yorkers. This is definitely not the scene that David Stern likes. In his eyes, basketball games should slowly develop towards gentlemanship. For example, fighting at the basket should be a social dance between two men; shooting at the outside line should be as elegant as a ballet...

But obviously, the current situation looks more like a siege. Wu Dawei has become the target of public criticism.

"That Chinese is Wu Dawei. Do you know him? He is very popular now~"
Chapter completed!