Very good!
Okay, very good!
Su thief, you have successfully provoked my anger.
He pulled the jersey, and Jordan, with his face tightening, had only one thought at that moment:
If he doesn't hammer Su Feng into and begging for mercy today, then he is not Michael Jordan!
On the side, Pippen, who knew about Su Feng and Jordan's "gambling bet," almost passed out from holding back his laughter.
Of course, looking at Jordan's silence, even if he wanted to laugh again, Pippen knew he had to restrain himself.
Fortunately, Jordan didn't hear the commentary from Datianchao TV, otherwise his anger level…
Even with his furious rage, he wouldn't be able to contain it.
"Oh, look at that, Su Feng stunned Jordan," Zhang Guiding explained reasonably.
"Well, this is the basketball IQ that Zhang often tells us about. Indeed, Su Feng is superior in this respect," Sun Zhengping echoed.
At Spectrum Arena, Davis couldn't explain why, but he always felt the situation was a bit too much…
"Did you hear what Su said to Michael just now?" Davis asked, looking at his two assistants.
Jason and Rick thought for a moment. "Judging by Su's smart and sensible personality, he probably said, 'I am your fan'?"
On the court, the Bulls attacked.
Just after crossing half court, Harper could already feel that Jordan was burning with fury.
Tactics? Nonexistent…
At that moment Harper had only one thought:
Quickly pass the damn basketball to Jordan.
"Call…"
As soon as the ball left his hands, Harper felt much lighter.
On the wing, Jordan grabbed the basketball with his signature big hand.
And Su Feng, following HC rules, pressed his left hand against the old rogue's waist.
It must be said, Jordan's waist was truly remarkable.
No trace of fat, full of flexibility, springy and resilient.
Boom—!
But before Su Feng could continue testing, Jordan had already launched a fierce back-down attack.
Bang, bang, bang.
Compared to Robinson's post moves in the opener, Jordan's back-down could be summed up in three words:
Impossible to stop!
After Su Feng was hit by Jordan's shoulder again, Jordan seized the opening and immediately turned around.
Look at the space, the shot, and the balance.
This is Michael Jordan.
Swish—!
4 to 2.
For Jordan's shot, Su Feng didn't lose his composure.
The reason this divine skill is considered unsolvable is because it truly is unsolvable…
Once Jordan executes a turnaround jump shot, it becomes Schrödinger's basketball: only when the ball hits the rim or swishes through the net can you know the outcome.
"Ding—! The host's low-post defense ability +1!"
"..."
This system is definitely stirring things up.
Although Su Feng knows that his defensive ability has already reached a bottleneck, the media system suddenly bites at this moment…
This is definitely suggesting that he should push harder.
Su Feng knows that if he can't stop Jordan, he must play tougher defense to fight for position and prevent him from catching the ball.
Looking back, the 76ers attacked.
Because the system's counter-attack value is the first priority, Su Feng didn't even think twice. After crossing half court, he ran left and right, darting back and forth.
Jordan: "…"
Facts have proven that as long as the hatred value is high enough, no matter how cold the BOSS is, he has to chase you across the map.
Facing Su Feng's grinding style, Jordan grabbed and defended.
And Su Feng, under the cover of his teammates, played with Jordan on the court like a game of "tag game," a childhood favorite.
Su Feng: Come chase me!
Jordan: Chase my ass!
On the sidelines, 76ers coach Davis looked stunned…
Because if he was reading correctly, Su Feng really seemed to be running according to the tactics Davis usually drew up…
It's just that the frequency of this positioning was a bit… too much.
Of course, not wanting to dampen the enthusiasm of young players, Davis felt he should encourage Su Feng to keep playing this way.
On the court, while confronting Pippen, Iverson was always watching Su Feng's running routes.
In fact, seeing Su Feng battling Jordan, Iverson felt a little envious.
After all, it's Jordan… Who wants to be stuck with Pippen?
Still, Iverson, who also wanted to challenge a big BOSS, managed to hold back.
After all, iron friendship is indestructible!
And wouldn't you know it, Su Feng slipped free again.
On the flank, Stackhouse quietly tripped Jordan with a "moving screen."
Jordan widened his eyes.
Is this guy really a student?
After Stackhouse was publicly humiliated last year, if Jordan hadn't considered him a school brother, how could he not have blasted him after the game?
Also, that moving screen just now! Who taught you that damn whistling expression?
This time, Stackhouse's screen was very sneaky. Although he didn't escape the referee's eye, don't ask—the referee was blind.
On the left wing, Su Feng slipped out and received a perfect pass from Iverson!
Philadelphia's "183" never wastes time with sloppy passes!
But why do people say Jordan is great?
Because even after being tripped by Stackhouse, Jordan still lunged at Su Feng.
Su thief, die!
Looking at Su Feng preparing to shoot, the furious Jordan forgot that Su Feng…
Had the same big hands as him.
Su Feng snatched the ball back, then took off straight toward the rim!
After landing, Jordan seemed to return to his rookie days, full of energy. He got up and chased again!
Under Jordan's pursuit and interference, Su Feng's layup missed this time.
And after Su Feng had toyed with Jordan enough, Jordan finally sighed in relief when he saw Rodman secure the rebound.
But just as he looked up to mock Su Feng, he saw…
Su Feng's surprised expression.
Jordan: "?????"
…
5,000 basic iron value (based on the opponent's strength), plus 50,000 match iron value—one iron is actually 55,000 points…
Now comes the math problem.
Assuming Su Feng can play a dozen irons in this game, and then multiply them with a rating of S or above, how much can he earn?
On the court, Su Feng quickly pulled back on defense, refusing to give Jordan any chance at all.
Then, just as Jordan caught his breath and prepared to move forward…
Bang, bang, bang—!
"Defense—!"
Su Feng slapped the floor three times in a row. At that moment, he seemed countless times taller.
No one knew why, but even the live fans at Spectrum Arena couldn't stay seated!
The scene of 17,000 fans seemed to be ignited by Su Feng, their chests burning with fire.
"Defense! Defense! Defense!"
Win—we must find a way to beat the Bulls!
Because only victory makes it possible to achieve a rating score above S level.
The regular season is not the playoffs. The 76ers, belonging to the Eastern Conference, have four chances to face the Bulls in the regular season.
In Su Feng's previous life, the 76ers had two games against the Bulls this season, and the point difference was within six.
It's not without hope!
Because in the regular season, even the Bulls cannot guarantee being at 100% every game.
And according to history, Rodman will soon start causing trouble.
Tempted by the iron value, Su Feng's fighting spirit soared—only Kobe could match it—and he was completely fired up.
Lose four games without shame, win one and it's pure profit!
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the bull-slaughtering operation was officially underway.
On the court, looking at Su Feng desperately defending, the kid who had just slapped the floor angrily to remind his teammates to defend seriously—don't say it, Jordan actually found Su Feng a bit… interesting.
But even if it's interesting, you're going to die tonight!
And it's the kind of death from which there's no return!
Wait… hold on!
Ball?
Where's my ball?
On the court, Jordan raised his hands, signaling to his teammates: I'm open! Hurry, pass the ball!
At that moment, Harper, holding the ball, looked at Jordan with an expression that said: "Are you serious?"
Open? Where? That kid is practically hugging you!
Determined not to let Jordan catch the ball, Su Feng fought with everything he had.
He used a half-front defensive strategy to deny Jordan the easy catch.
This was a defense only possible in the 1990s. In the referees' eyes, as long as Su Feng wasn't committing dirty moves, it was considered reasonable.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Pippen understood Jordan. After receiving Harper's pass, Pippen lobbed the ball directly toward him.
Jordan overpowered Su Feng with sheer strength, and after receiving the ball, set his stance to attack.
Under Su Feng's interference, the Bulls' offense took 14 seconds.
Dong, dong, dong!
Jordan dribbled left, cutting inside, and Su Feng slid in time to stay with him.
Su Feng felt his summer speed training was truly wise.
Because when he went one-on-one with Payton in Seattle, it was his lack of speed that cost him.
But Jordan tricked him.
Just as Su Feng thought Jordan would drive full speed to the rim, Jordan suddenly paused, switched hands behind his back, and pulled up for a mid-range shot at the free-throw line.
Swish—!
6 to 2.
"Rookie, come on, you managed to guard me for a moment there." As he retreated, Jordan felt satisfied this time.
Su Feng shook his head. "It seems I still can't escape the fate of being a truck driver."
Jordan looked at Su Feng with an expression that said: "What nonsense is that?"
From Jordan's perspective, Su Feng still thought he could hold him under 20 points with one-on-one defense?
"But fortunately, with you as my co-pilot, I think the journey won't be lonely," Su Feng said with a smile, looking at Jordan.
Jordan: "..."
…
The game continued. In the first quarter, Jordan felt trapped in an endless loop he couldn't escape.
Because no matter how he beat the kid in front of him, Su Feng would always bounce back in the next possession.
All his trash talk, even the censored words, couldn't shake him.
Sometimes, Jordan was even provoked by Su Feng's casual remarks.
And the most important thing was…
The Bulls really didn't look different.
In fact, after hesitating for a while, Davis, with the help of Jason and Rick, quickly saw the situation.
Because…
The 76ers had inexplicably applied "Jordan's Law" tonight.
"Although Su failed to stop Michael, John, look—he hasn't called for help defense tonight!" Jason reminded.
In the first quarter, the Bulls' first 12 points all came from Jordan.
Jordan made 6 of 9 shots, but once the 76ers stabilized offensively, Iverson launched a counterattack.
Next, after the Bulls reached 13 points in the first quarter, Jordan only added 2 more.
The reason was simple: following Su Feng's relentless running, even Jordan couldn't hit every shot.
Four attempts after the first quarter, three misses—that was proof.
Although Jordan held Su Feng to 1 of 5 shooting, his defensive effort was far more draining than Su Feng's self-proclaimed "truck driver" style.
And what about the 76ers?
Iverson found mismatches.
Pippen's ankles were nearly broken!
Especially tonight, Iverson wasn't targeted defensively.
He saved plenty of energy on defense and poured it all into offense.
Seeing this, Davis didn't stop the players' "free play."
Because at the end of the first quarter, the Bulls only led the 76ers by 3 points, 25–22.
Simply put…
The Bulls hadn't used their best weapons.
Su Feng slipped away from the Bulls' strongest boss while also protecting his brother's growth.
Jordan's 7 of 13 shooting looked fine, but Su Feng had done his job. Meanwhile, Iverson went 5 of 9, including two three-pointers…
The "Zen Master" saw the problem, but didn't call a timeout.
At the end of the first quarter, looking at Jordan—far more tired than before—Phil Jackson smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
Jordan didn't speak, but he understood what Phil meant.
That was the trap set by the kid.
Yet, for some reason, Jordan felt that even like this, he couldn't hate him.
It was infuriating!
It was like playing a game: you kill the "noob" ten times, but the "noob" still mocks you…
Jordan couldn't shut him up, because Su Feng was pure mockery.
"How can he be so shameless?"
Jordan thought, baffled, as Su Feng smiled at him after missing a shot.
…
On the 76ers' bench, after the first quarter, Su Feng looked as if he had been beaten to death.
But it didn't matter!
As long as Davis was willing, Su Feng could stand up and return to the court immediately!
Even if he died, he would die on the court!
Stackhouse felt that Su Feng was beyond saving.
Looking at Su Feng's miserable stats, he thought of himself back in January.
So, he took the initiative to comfort Su Feng: "Su, honestly, it's nothing to be beaten by Michael."
Beside him, Weatherspoon teased: "Exactly, plenty of people have been beaten by Michael."
Su Feng, lying on the ground while receiving a Big Ben massage, suddenly felt happy…
This was a new kind of welfare!
Looking at his teammates comforting him, Su Feng didn't know what to say.
Because he was truly happy…
A happiness no one else could understand!
At that moment, Su Feng was thinking about iron values.
Simple stacked armor couldn't satisfy him anymore—he was aiming…
For ten million iron value!
At this time, Davis also came over to check on Su Feng.
"Su, if you're tired, tell me. I'll give you more rest in the second quarter."
Seeing the situation clearly, Davis knew Su Feng had become indispensable to the 76ers.
How could Davis not want to beat the Bulls?
Even if Jordan was terrifying, if they managed to win, it would be remembered for a long time.
Hearing his coach's voice, Su Feng immediately stood up from the floor.
"Coach, my fitness is fine!"
Forget the first quarter—in Su Feng's mind, even 48 minutes was no problem.
Seeing Su Feng's energy, Iverson gave him the highest praise.
Worthy of being my brother!
Davis smiled: "I know you've sacrificed a lot in this game. Keep it up! Don't forget what you told me: as a shooter, even if you miss the first ten shots, you must take the eleventh with confidence!"
Su Feng muttered under his breath but nodded outwardly.
Beside him, Stackhouse—who was 1 for 1 tonight—felt he had something to say…
"Coach, you should tell me that too! I'm also a shooter!"