NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 111 100% Hit Rate + Unbeatable Three Points
Wang Yi's unbeatable three-pointer made countless fans in the United States see his oriental face clearly.

"OMG, there is such a huge amount of energy in the small body of this Chinese man."

"I can't believe it, he really made it!"

"He didn't shoot the ball in a standard posture at all, but he was able to make it. God must be playing in the Lakers No. 1 jersey."

On the bullet screen in Tencent's live broadcast room, the screen is full of 6. Needless to say.

And because of that LSP, after every sentence, an LSP must be added.

Now every fan has to follow the LSP after speaking.

No LSP, no Brother Yi.

Therefore, there are many LSPs in the middle of the full screen of 6 on the barrage.

Brother Xiang appeared again at this time:

"Finally scored a three-pointer! I'm so grateful, I'm so grateful. Brother Yi scored 40 points, and finally I don't need to live broadcast to eat Xiangxiang."

He didn't even think about when he cashed in.

When Mina saw the ball go in, she let out a "huh" and let out a long breath.

At the same time, she was so excited that her eyes were like "Sister Black Suan", with little stars shining.

"I'm going, let's go in!"

Because Ke Fan was too excited, he couldn't help shouting violently.

The next moment, I suddenly felt my chest loosen, and a sense of pleasure that was about to come out spontaneously emerged.

The whole person is much more relaxed.

Looking down, it turned out that it was the suit buttons that endured the humiliation for a whole game, and finally got overwhelmed and escaped.

When Su Qun got excited, his glasses slid down again.

But he couldn't care less about pushing.

This is definitely the most exciting time since he commented.

I have seen the perfect three-pointer before, but I have never been so excited to see Wang Yi's perfect three-pointer.

After all, Wang Yi is a Chinese, a compatriot, with the same yellow skin and dark eyes.

That empathetic sense of pride is naturally far from being comparable to other stars.

However, even Su Qun, who was well educated and filled with oil tanks, still lacked a little vocabulary at this time.

Just kept shouting excitedly:

"In it! In it! In it—"

"Shot! Shot! Shot—"

I was so excited right now that I didn't bother to search my guts to find some gorgeous words.

As far as this is concerned, he controlled it well, and didn't say "I'll go" together with Ke Fan.

After a while, Su Qun calmed down a little, and then said:
"It's the first time for a Chinese player to score a goal in the NBA. It's probably every player's dream to score when the light is on and the whistle is on."

"But this requires the right time, place and people, and both are indispensable."

"As for our Huaxia players, if we want to achieve this in the NBA, it may be more difficult than... Li Taibai's Shu Road."

"Now, Wang Yi has done it!"

"There is no doubt that this tying three-pointer will be recorded in the annals of Chinese basketball history. This is the first tying goal that a Chinese invested in the NBA!"

At this time, the data of Wang Yi's field was displayed on the screen.

18 of 18 shots!
He made 16 of 16 two-pointers.

2 of 2 three-pointers.

2 for 2 free throw.

The bullet screen is full of 666 and LSP again.
Ke Fan didn't have time to worry about the buttons that had already hit and run.

His whole face was flushed, as if he had just eaten two bowls of steaming beef ramen in winter.

There was uncontrollable excitement in the tone:
"Wang Yi has made 18 of 18 shots and scored 40 points!"

"This terrifying shooting rate, this terrifying offensive efficiency, and the last three-point tie. If it is placed on the Warriors, the Warriors boss will probably worship Wang Yi after the game."

"Wang Yi is not the first to shoot 100% in a single game. The Sparks have had 23% shooting in a single game 100 times. But you must know that Howard is an inside player, and most of them end their offense with dunks. Wang Yi is an outside player. Guys, this game is more about mid-range shots."

"It is conceivable that his 100% shooting rate is much more difficult than Howard's 100% shooting rate."

Mina next to her also sighed at this time:
"It would be perfect if it was a lore shot. There will be overtime later, in case Brother Yi misses a goal in overtime..."

Su Qun smiled and said:

"Okay, 100% shooting rate in regular time, scored 40+, and made an absolute three-pointer. He has almost achieved the ultimate. What bike do you want?"

At the scene, O'Neill and Barkley were naturally amazed.

These two are definitely a natural couple.

The two expressed their amazement in the same way.

The two of them stared wide-eyed at the same time, and opened their mouths into an O shape.

For half a minute, neither of them spoke.

No one moved.

Note that this is a non-still picture.

It wasn't until half a minute later that the two were like two wavy drums that were suddenly shaken.

Beep beep at the beginning, the spittle stars seem to be sprayed out of a sprinkler.

The computer screen in front of the two of them made a free shower.

After the two finished playing, they looked at Mike *Brie next to them.

I saw that Mike *Bri was obviously very excited at this time.

"OMG, it's really in!"

"Unbelievable!"

"incredible!"

Even if he really didn't want to praise the Huaxia man, after scoring this goal, he could no longer deliberately black Wang Yi against his will.

As a commentator, a player makes a difficult three-pointer at the most critical moment.

Not only did you not brag about him, but you turned your head against the athlete. Isn’t that just looking for scolding?

Mike Bree is not such a fool.

It's just that at the end of the praise, he still mentioned a sentence intentionally or unintentionally:
"However, it can be seen that there is a lot of luck in this game."

At this time, the players of both sides exited the field.

The Big Three of the Nets have some regrets.

Especially Durant, he walked to the bench and said to Irving:

"Why did you give up defending him? Don't you know his three-pointers?"

Irving defended: "I want to grab defensive rebounds."

Durant stretched out his hands and gestured:
"I, Jordan and Griffin are all fighting for rebounds!"

The subtext is that you don't have to come here at all.

Owen asked back:
"Have you snatched it?"

Durant was stunned speechless.

Three people have not robbed one person, what else can be said?

He could only shake his fist fiercely at the air next to him.

Cursed in a low voice: "Damn guy!"

I don't know whether to scold Wang Yi or Owen.

Turning around, I saw that guy from the Lakers surrounded by a large group of tall and thick guys.

Durant was upset.

He once made a three-pointer like that.

When you lose your balance and are about to fall out of the three-point line, just throw it away.

What he thought at the time was: How lucky that such a goal was scored!

But now, looking at Wang Yi, his psychology has completely changed:

Damn it, such a goal went in!

Wang Yi didn't know what Durant was thinking.

Back on the bench, he didn't bother to celebrate.

He quickly grabbed the water and gulped it down.

In the last few minutes just now, there were another assist and another three-point tie.

It seemed to drain the strength of his life.

He only wants two words now: rest.

(End of this chapter)