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Chapter three hundred and forty seventh British fan(2/2)

"Rach saved you, Demar." Calderon patted DeRozan's butt. "Get a little more careful."

DeRozan doesn’t want to say a word now. Action is the best proof. If you can’t prove yourself in the next game, what’s the benefit of saying more?

At this time, the confrontation between Banyani and Bobcats rookie Bismarck Biyonbo also reached a critical point.

"Rookie, say it, you'll say a few words. If you don't speak, I'll be happy at all!"

Banyani rarely finds an advantage in physical confrontation.

Let Bismarck speak? Are the Italians crazy? He will regret it!

Mullens thought.

The Bobcats' tactics cannot operate under the Raptors' defense, and no one expected that the breakthrough point would be on the rookies.

Biyongbo ran out and received the ball at the free throw line. Banyani did not follow up on the defense, so he immediately shot the basket.

"Swish!"

"Damn it! You're so angry!"

The first English sentence Biyongbo spoke made everyone want to kneel down and kowtow and sing to conquer.

Banyani: "???"

"Li thought I wouldn't snub my English?"

"I've lost so much!"

"I warn Lee not to mess with me!"

After more than ten seconds of brainstorming, Banyani turned to look at other teammates, with a bit of academic atmosphere: "Did this guy just speak English?"

"Although the accent is very serious, I can still vaguely hear a bit of British style..."

"British Voice? That's it?"
Chapter completed!
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