NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 91 Throwing and deducting, ending the game!
Conley saw Wang Yi throw the ball high up the backboard and bypass Gobert.

He has seen through Wang Yi's intentions.

This is self-defeating.

All the audience at the scene were nervous.

More than 2 people stared with bated breath.

Jazz head coach Snyder's heart tightened, as if his heart was strangled by a trouser belt.

He couldn't help clenching his fists, as if he wanted to tear off the waistband of his trousers.

The Lakers players also held their breath.

At the same time, the millions of viewers in front of the screen were also afraid to take a breath.

Wang Meng held the pen in his hand tightly, almost breaking it.

Yang Yi's eyes, through the lens, stared at the screen.

As if to pierce the screen with eyes.

Meina held a pair of pink fists nervously, and the pair of small dimples around her mouth also seemed a little stiff because she was too nervous.

on site.

When Conley saw Wang Yi, he wanted to throw himself away.

He took the lead, came behind Gobert, turned his back to Wang Yi, and blocked Wang Yi's position.

At the same time, plan to grab a rebound when the ball lands.

There was even a glimmer of pride in his heart.

This guy was finally seen through by himself once.

However, at this moment, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The next moment, I felt the top of my head go dark.

A purple figure suddenly jumped up from behind him.

After the basketball hit the backboard, it was still very high.

But this guy pulled up abruptly across him.

When in the air, open the fingers of the left hand.

Like a dragon's claws, he grabs the falling basketball.

A loud drink.

Bang!
The basketball was violently forced into the basket.

At this moment, be quiet!
All is quiet!

If Wang Yi's men and balls had been divided before, the arena of the Energy Solutions Center would be silent.

At this moment, the arena of the Energy Solutions Center is dead silent!

Deathly silence!
Away silencer?
No, it's the away air pump.

As if at this moment, Wang Yi completely evacuated the air in the arena of the Energy Solutions Center.

Sound cannot travel inside at all.

Throw yourself in!

And it's a snap!
Even the commentary on the scene was shocked to the point of being speechless.

In the Tencent NBA live broadcast room, Wang Meng and Yang Yi both widened their eyes, blushed, and smashed the tablet.

"Oh------"

"My God—"

Both of them shouted at the same time.

If they were asked to shout calories at this time, I'm afraid Yang Chaoyue would have nothing to do.

"Throw yourself away!"

"Buck! Suck Mike Conley!"

"My God, is this still human?"

"I really can't find words to describe my mood at this time. Sorry, my vocabulary is too short. At this moment, he is a hero, an MVP, and a god-like man!"

Above the barrage, the pot has already exploded.

In addition to the full screen 6, the first one to jump out was Ma Daxiang.

"Brother Yi, I'm done! You wait for me, and I'll perform the splits for you."

But soon, Yang Yi said:

"Don't worry, the Jazz have 4 seconds to attack. The Lakers have to retreat!"

Wang Meng couldn't hold back his excitement. He spoke extremely fast and loudly, far exceeding the normal volume:
"But the Jazz didn't have a timeout, they didn't have a timeout. They have to get the baseline ball fast, and the Lakers have to get back quickly."

Caruso also reacted and ran quickly to the backcourt.

He is positioned closest to the midline and is the first to return to the backcourt.

Wang Yi quickly approached Mitchell and interfered with his dribbling and long pass.

Mitchell had no room for a long pass, so he could only try to pass Wang Yi through speed.

In fact, he did pass Wang Yi.

Just after the middle circle, seeing the three people the Lakers had pounced on, he hurriedly took a horseback archery position and pushed the ball out.

The basketball slid across the air in a very beautiful way.

Although it was just over a second, it seemed like a century had passed.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the orange basketball in the air.

And along with the basketball, it crossed a rainbow-like arc and fell to the basket.

bang——

There was a heavy sound of hammering.

Hoops rejected basketball's affectionate confession and closed his heart.

Keep poor basketball out.

In frustration, the basketball bounced high.

The backboard is also a red light for basketball.

The basketball fell to the ground in despair, bouncing helplessly.

Like the helpless groan of a brokenhearted person.

beep

The whistle at the end of the game completely pronounced basketball's death sentence: You are not worthy.

123: 121.

Lakers win! ! !
This moment, in front of all screens.

Hundreds of thousands of Jazz fans sighed.

Millions of Lakers fans embraced and revelled.

"Hold the grass, Li Fei! My brother Yi is about to kill, Li Fei, look, my brother Yi is about to kill!"

A female dormitory in a university.

Wang Zhigor held Li Fei's head and kept shaking.

"Wang Zhichiang, you die for me, and then shake your head."

Wang Zhigor didn't care: "As long as the chest doesn't fall off, it's fine."

a certain neighborhood.

Xiao Ke jumped up from the chair excitedly.

"Brother Yi, I love you, Brother Yi, I love you to death!"

When the neighbor across the door heard Xiao Ke's voice, he was puzzled: "Doesn't this guy have a wife? Is he going to cheat?"

A middle school in a city.

Wang Jianhua clenched his fist tightly and slammed it on the armrest of the chair.

He used to be a professional player, and it was his dream to break into the NBA.

And now, the son has not only realized his dream, but also made this dream so dazzling and dazzling.

His eyes couldn't help but get wet.

He looked at the phone on the table next to him.

He had never contacted his son on his own initiative. For the first time, he had the urge to call his son.

Tencent live broadcast room.

Mina smiled sweetly, and the pair of dimples on her face seemed to be filled with delicious wine.

Alcoholic, fragrant and sweet.

Yang Yi and Wang Meng were very happy as if they had just drank a bottle of beer.

"It's amazing! It's really amazing!"

"Who would have thought that Wang Yi could jump so high on the last ball with almost all his strength, with such a bursting dunk. This is beyond everyone's expectations!"

Yang Yi said while shaking his head again and again.

Wang Meng looked at Wang Yi's data on the screen:

"55 points, plus the quasi lore of self-throw and self-deduction. Miracles! We really witnessed the birth of miracles!"

Yang Yi:

"I believe that from today, Wang Yi will be blacklisted by every coach in the league except the Lakers. Those who said they didn't know Wang Yi before, this time Wang Yi let them know what a real explosion is!"

"This exaggerated scoring explosion, this imaginative extraordinary, it's hard not to let people pay attention to him."

Wang Meng was so excited that the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and a sense of pride emerged spontaneously:

"Who said that we Chinese people can't play basketball? Who said that we Chinese people can only have a foothold in the NBA with tall centers? Our guards can still be!"

At this time, the picture was given to Wang Yi.

I saw Wang Yi openly lying in the shape of a square in the center of the court under the watchful eyes of 2 people.

His chest heaved like an old ox that had just plowed three acres of land.

His face was as pale as paper.

But a smile appeared on his face with difficulty.

His eyes looked at the lights on the dome, and a pair of pupils reflected a dazzling light.

The Lakers players rushed over to celebrate on Wang Yi.

James and Xiaojia stopped a lot of players:

"He's so tired, he needs to rest."

The Lakers players were stunned for a moment, then took two steps back.

James saw that the staff on the sidelines had come over, and it was specially arranged for an on-site interview after the game.

He quickly stopped the staff member and communicated with the staff member:
"He's too tired, can we cancel the interview with him, or... postpone this interview."

Depriving Wang Yi of his right to be interviewed seems less respectful to Wang Yi.

You know, how many players in the league dream of giving live interviews after games.

But how many people can be interviewed live?
However, James knew that Wang Yi would accept such interviews countless times in the future.

But now what he needs most is rest.

The staff member shook his head:
"I'm sorry, this is an arrangement from above, and there's nothing I can do."

If it was the former James, the staff would definitely sell him face.

But now, the old king has faded away.

The alliance wants to hold a new facade.

So the old king's face no longer works so well.

A trace of sadness passed through James' heart, he paused, and said:

"Then...he was lying there for the interview."

His tone became a little tougher.

Lying down is the fastest way to recover.

The staff is not good at refuting the old king's face every time.

Although he is old, he is still a king after all.

With a troubled expression on his face, he said:

"Then... let me discuss it."

A sadness flashed through James' heart again.

Finally nodded: "Go."

So, 1 minutes later.

It is probably the first and only time in the entire history of the NBA that a picture of lying down for an interview has appeared in front of millions of viewers.

And this shot, after many years, has also become a classic shot in NBA history.

　It's time to put the butcher's knife down this time.

　　Put down the butcher knife and stand alone.

　　Also, I have never asked for a monthly pass before with poor grades. This book seems to be okay, so I will ask for a monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)