NBA: Emotional Reaper, Driving Harden Crazy
15 23 assists, Coach Herb’s thoughts

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The following matches had gradually become less serious.

Su Yu directly gave up on his personal offense and did not want to ambush at the three-point line. Instead, he transformed into a master dealer and passed the ball to his teammates.

However, his main target was still Harden.

After all, the Emotional Value that the rest of the team could provide was completely incomparable to Harden's.

Unless Harden was completely locked down and there was no gap at all, someone else would take over.

Of course, Su Yu still controlled the time very well. He didn't pass the ball until the last three seconds.

As a result, the style of the stadium began to become bizarre.

Harden received the ball at the top of the three-point line. The two of them surrounded him and could only take a step back to force a three-pointer. The ball went in!

Ding! 200 distress points from Harden!

Harden blocked and rolled for his teammates. Facing the three players, he threw the ball and hit 2 1!

Ding! 300 distress points from Harden!

Harden was surrounded by two players without the ball, but Su Yu still passed the ball.

Harden had no choice but to jump up and catch the ball. He barely managed to shoot when he was out of balance and scored again!

Ding! 400 distress points from Harden!

............

Harden could be said to be in pain and happy at the same time.

Last time, he was cursing Su Yu in his heart. How dare he throw this kind of ball over!

The next second, it was another warning from True Fragrance.

Harden's emotions were like a roller coaster ride.

The only thing that increased was the curse towards Su Yu.

The audience on the sidelines was full of energy. The cheers and shouts never stopped.

In their eyes, Harden was undoubtedly crazy today.

No matter how difficult it was, he could hit it.

Originally, they had all come to watch the Trojans 'game because the University of Arizona was really not famous.

But what they did not expect was that it was this little-known small team that brought them a hearty visual feast.

Su Yu, who had been passing the ball to Harden, was automatically ignored.

On the court, brilliant offense was the key to catching people's attention.

Su Yu only managed to hit a few three-pointers and did not perform well after that.

However, Su Yu didn't care about Harden stealing the limelight.

What he wanted to do was to quietly make a fortune!

He had to harvest his Emotional Value first.

............

As time passed, the Trojans were in complete chaos.

They didn't even know which target they should focus on defending against.

It seemed that every player on the other side had a high hit rate!

On the other hand, although the manager called a few timeouts, the few timeouts that were arranged could be said to have no effect.

OJ Mayo, who had high hopes, was also completely lost.

Because once Mayo Clinic got it, Su Yu would stick to it like a dog skin plaster.

It was not that Su Yu's defense was very good, but as long as Mayo Clinic attacked, Su Yu would say,"

"Between you and Beasley, who's stronger?"

Mayo could still deal with tough defense, but what could he do about this mental attack?

Mayo, who was filled with anger, had long wanted to punch Su Yu in the face.

However, considering that he was about to participate in the draft, there would definitely be a lot of scouts on the sidelines.

For the sake of his future, he could only endure!

............

With the final whistle, the match ended.

In the end, the Sun Devils defeated the Trojans 102-91.

The University of Arizona also won their first game of the new season.

At this time, Harden was also surrounded by his teammates, and everyone poured their own water on his head.

It was a way for the team to celebrate their victory.

In this game, Harden scored 52 points alone, taking half of the team's points.

Judging from the data, he was the biggest contributor to the team's victory.

But when the manager, Herb, saw the statistics of the game, he was completely dumbfounded.

He was shocked by Su Yu's data.

12 points, 5 rebounding, 2 steals, 1 block, 8 turnovers, and 23 assists!

The points and mistakes were still the same as usual, but the number of assists was too ridiculous!

23 times!

What a concept!

If converted into points, it was about 50 points!

It was equivalent to half of the team's points being related to Su Yu.

Then, he looked at the advanced data.

The entire team scored a total of 23 three-pointers, 14 of which were assisted by Su Yu.

In addition to the four shots Su Yu made, the team had 18 three-pointers that were related to Su Yu.

This was too illogical!

Herb knew the characteristics and strength of every player on the Sun Devils.

They knew exactly what kind of offense they were good at.

But after Su Yu appeared, everything became extremely bizarre and unfamiliar.

As long as Su Yu passed the ball, it was shot under the situation of the whistle, and the hit rate was surprisingly high!

All of this was related to Su Yu.

Although the ball that Su Yu passed out was really heart-wrenching, and it was also very easy to make mistakes, the effect was good!

No matter how much he thought about it, Herb couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only give up.

Looking at Su Yu who was laughing happily at the side, He Bu helplessly shook his head.

This kid really made people love and hate him!

..............................

It had been three days since the book was published, and the data was very poor. The young author was starting to feel a little confused.

Was it true that not many people read this book?

However, the young author would still persevere and continue writing. After all, there were still people supporting him!

I hope that readers who like this book will give the little author some motivation and vote for the free flower review!

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