NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

"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: