"Bang!"
"Swoosh!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
In the past half an hour, his offensive efficiency had dropped drastically. He had only managed to score one or two out of ten attacks, and the more he attacked, the more difficult it became. Every time he broke through or suddenly shot, Yang Ming would react immediately and intercept him in time, making it more and more difficult for him to attack.
This guy's defense has improved?
He clearly felt that Yang Ming would no longer make decisions based on his work in many situations. Instead, he would try his best to predict in advance and ponder over his playstyle. Then, the same breakthrough defense would become ineffective in the next round.
At the same time, he felt that Yang Ming's footsteps were getting faster and faster. He would always appear on the offensive line at the first moment. He was even blocked twice.
His speed had increased?
Iverson guessed.
However, he soon realized that it was not that the other party's speed had become faster, but that he had become slower.
Duels were quite energy-consuming to begin with, especially for a guy like him who attacked with a large range of movements and kept attacking. It consumed his stamina rapidly. Even though Yang Ming was very serious in his defense and fought with all his might, in comparison, his physical exhaustion was relatively small.
"I'm not fighting anymore!"
Iverson sat on the floor weakly, panting.
He felt extremely tired, as if he was dehydrated. He stuck out his tongue and breathed in and out crazily.
Yang Ming was also very tired, but with his 99 points of endurance, he was still energetic and full of energy.
He glanced at his attribute panel and found that his single defense had increased by 20 points. He was secretly overjoyed.
After all, this duel had only lasted for a few dozen minutes, not even an hour, and he had already gained an increase of 20 points. The increase was very gratifying.
Sure enough, one-on-one defense was very effective, especially for a breakthrough maniac like Iverson. It was painful and enjoyable to defend alone.
"Aren't you going to fight?"
Yang Ming asked with some regret. After gaining so many ability points, he was so excited that he felt that he could fight for another 500 rounds.
"I'm not coming. I urgently need to rest now.”
Iverson shook his head and looked at Yang Ming."You're really sick. You're still so energetic after fighting for so long. Are you a monster?”
"It's alright, it's alright."
Yang Ming smiled and replied humbly,""Another half an hour won't be a problem.”
“F@#￥！”
Iverson immediately cursed. It was the first time he had seen a guy with such stamina." I'm not coming!"”
Yang Ming stood up straight and turned around." Since you're not coming, I'm leaving."”
"Just like that?"
Seeing him walk straight to the exit without looking back, Iverson suddenly felt that something was wrong and quickly stood up.
"Yes, didn't you come to challenge me one-on-one? Now that you're done, why aren't you leaving?"
As Yang Ming spoke, he had already walked to the exit.
"Hey, hey, I came all the way here to find you. Shouldn't you treat me to a meal?”Iverson quickly picked up the basketball hoop and chased after him." Is this how you treat your guests?”
"Wait for me, hey!"
"Heavens, you're so heartless. You're not a good person!”
Half an hour later, at Yang Ming's house.
Yang Ming looked at Iverson, who was wolfing down the food on the other side of the table, and his face was filled with anger.
"You're really thick-skinned. You even came to my house to freeload.”
"Isn't that what you should do? I'm your guest."
Iverson didn't feel embarrassed at all. His mouth was full of food, and he replied in a muffled voice.
"No, you've finished my dishes. I don't welcome such guests.”Yang Ming snorted coldly.
"You're making a counter-accusation. You're too much!”
Iverson glanced at the empty plates on the table. They were all eaten by Yang Ming, plus the few bowls of rice that he had already eaten. He complained unhappily,"Compared to you, my appetite is only a little.”
He stretched out his pinky and squeezed out a little bit of meat. He said to Yang Ming righteously,"Just a little."
"But I could have eaten more.”
Yang Ming said unhappily.
“what？”
Iverson was shocked. He widened his eyes in disbelief and asked,"Are you an elephant?"
At this time, Mother Yang came out with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs and said with a smile,"There's no more food in the fridge. There's only one serving left.”
Looking at the tomato scrambled egg in front of him, which was filled with the fragrance, Iverson's eyes lit up. He kept moving the spoon back and forth between the plate and his mouth. As he ate, he said in a muffled voice,"Delicious, delicious."
Mother Yang didn't quite understand. After she sat down, she only smiled and looked at her son and Iverson. It was as if she saw her son finally grow up and knew to bring his girlfriend home. She felt a sense of relief.
Not only does my son have a job, but he also has friends. I'm even more relieved.
She didn't know that Iverson came from a place further away. He wasn't Yang Ming's teammate at all, let alone a friend. They had only met for a day.
Ten minutes later, Iverson, who had finally finished eating and drinking, patted his stomach and burped with a very satisfied expression.
"Yang, your mother's cooking is not bad. This is the first time I've eaten such delicious Chinese food.”
Then, he sincerely and obediently thanked Mother Yang. He didn't look like the arrogant guy he was before.
Yang Ming ignored him and took the initiative to help Mother Yang clean up the table. He put the bowls, chopsticks, and plates into the kitchen and wanted to help, but he was chased out by his mother.
"Go out and accompany your friend. Don't be a hindrance here.”
Then, she added," In the future, you have to make more friends and get along with your teammates, understand?”
"Got it!"
Yang Ming responded obediently and returned to the hall. Seeing Iverson lying comfortably on the sofa, he was furious.
"Why aren't you leaving now that you're full? Do you want me to keep you for a few more meals?”
"If you don't mind." Iverson replied cheekily as he dug his teeth with his fingers.
"That's really regrettable."
Yang Ming sneered." My mother will be back in a few days. You won't be able to eat her cooking anymore."”
"Is that so? That's a pity!"
Iverson said this, but there was no pity on his face.
"Since we're full, energetic, and rested, shall we go to the training center for another duel?”
As Yang Ming spoke, he wanted to pull Iverson up from the sofa. However, Iverson tried his best to resist and refused to give in. Yang Ming tried to pull him up for a long time but failed. Iverson hugged the sofa and kept shouting," No, I haven't rested enough."”
"Don't pull me. My clothes are very expensive.”
"You pulled my chain. My neck hurts.”
F * ck, is this guy a sloth?
Yang Ming was speechless.
He had wanted to take advantage of Iverson's presence to practice his defense, but seeing his opponent's shamelessness, he could only give up.
"Then we'll continue tonight."
Yang Ming could only take a step back.
"Tonight is fine!"
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