chsdbacks Chapter 24: We have no choice but to fight!
Chapter 24: We have no choice but to fight!
In the locker room.
The old man pushed open the door and entered, his steps heavy.
He walked to the table and slammed the tactical board down hard, making the bottles of mineral water on it jump.
"Awesome, fantastic, you guys are really amazing! You can score 23 points with your eyes closed, I'm so proud of you."
Anderson spoke calmly, clapping as he spoke.
But these words, when they reached the ears of the crowd, were more painful than being pricked in the eardrums with a needle, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.
Anderson continued, "However, I hope you sleepy little lambs will wake up in the second half. If you still can't wake up, then we'll pack up and go home for a good night's sleep."
No one said a word.
The entire locker room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Anderson looked around: "What's wrong? Are you all mute? Speak up."
Still, deathly silence.
It was even quieter than before, as if even the breathing had been deliberately suppressed.
Anderson's gaze fell on Carol: "Demare, do you remember what you promised me the day before yesterday?"
"As a leader, you're sleepwalking. What are you talking about leading the team to the top? I think you're more likely to fly into the abyss."
When Carroll was watching and analyzing Marquette's match video the day before yesterday, he thumped his chest loudly.
In the first half, he only made 1 of 6 shots, scoring 2 points and grabbing 2 rebounds, while also committing 3 turnovers. Carroll bears undeniable responsibility for Missouri's dismal offense.
To put it even more bluntly, as the team's offensive core, it was precisely his humiliating performance in this game that led to Missouri scoring only 23 points in the first half.
23 points.
For Missouri, this wasn't just a serious lapse; it was a complete lack of offensive capability.
On the defensive end, Missouri did not do badly.
If Butler hadn't called on English in the final minutes, and if Carroll and Lawrence hadn't made consecutive mistakes, Marquette University wouldn't have been able to pull away from the score.
Even so, losing 34 points is still within an acceptable range.
This shows that Duze's rim protection was quite good, and his overall defense was impeccable.
Carol's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "I'm sorry, sir, I've disappointed you."
Anderson didn't continue his accusations, but looked at him seriously: "If you're still thinking about the draft, then I can tell you right now that we've completely lost any chance of winning the championship, and we definitely won't go far."
Upon hearing this, Carol jumped, her eyes widening in shock.
call……
Du Ze let out a breath, feeling immense pressure for the first time.
His biggest weakness is his lack of ball control; otherwise, he might have been able to make some changes.
Now, he can only stare helplessly.
Just then, a long-lost voice suddenly rang in his mind.
[Host detected to be in the despair phase of the second round of NCAA March Madness]
[This game triggers an advanced mission: In the NCAA National Championship game against Marquette University, deliver a dominant rim protection performance, limited to the second half.]
[Mission Requirements: In the second half, accumulate 7 blocks and more than 10 rebounds, limit Marquette University's inside scoring to under 10 points, and lead your team to victory.]
[Reward for successful mission: You will receive one additional opportunity to enhance your body template. You may choose any body part for minor adjustments.]
[Mission Failure Penalty: The currently bound Josh Smith body template will be weakened by 2%]
Du Ze suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A body template... can be enhanced?
Moreover, you can even choose the body part yourself?
But if they fail, their physical talents will be directly weakened?
Is it that serious?
These conditions are too harsh, aren't they?
No, no.
withdraw……
[The mission has been initiated and cannot be reversed.]
Du Ze smacked his lips, looking a little dazed.
Lawrence seemed to sense something and patted him on the shoulder: "What's wrong?"
Du Ze slowly shook his head: "It's nothing."
He raised his eyes and looked towards the center of the court.
Marquette University players were emerging from the other end of the tunnel. McNeil, leading the group, still had that smug look on his face, while Matthews remained as calm and composed as ever. Burke walked slowly, like a moving fortress.
And then there's Butler, who's at the very back of the group, head down, expressionless, like an insignificant sidekick.
But Du Ze knew that none of these people were easy to deal with.
7 blocks.
10 rebounds.
Keep the opponent's inside scoring under 10 points.
He led his team to a comeback victory.
This level of difficulty is indeed a bit hellish.
But he had no way out; he had to fight.
"Fuck..."
After muttering a curse under his breath, he strode into the blinding light.
The second half has begun.