Nba: Most Talented

"Hey, can you do it?" The opponent's players began to sneer.

"That's right, so what if it's a free throw? Isn't that the same loss?"

"Hmph, I just can't afford to lose."

"Shut up." Yang Xu angrily yelled at them.

These guys who had been taunting the pushed player looked at Yang Xu together.

Yang Xu raised his voice and said to the team members, "It's not just me, but all of our team members, no matter what the result is, we will accept it."

"Yes, we accept."

"You just put 19 heart votes on it."

Seeing his teammates, he was moved.

"And you." Yang Xu said to his teammates, "Everyone, don't be under pressure. Winning or losing is a common matter in the military. Just do your best.

Everyone agreed in unison.

Their performance was sneered at by the other party.

Yang Xu ignored it, although he wanted to win very much, but he still had to be careful, after all, everyone had tried their best at this point in the game.

The field became quiet, except for the winking and disdainful expressions of the opposing players from time to time, everyone's eyes were on Yang Xu's players.

It seems that everyone has forgotten everything and is engrossed in waiting to see the result.

"I'm sure I can do it." The team members cheered themselves.

Although he is hesitant, he is very clear about the importance of this ball.

He slowly raised the ball, looking at the basket, how he wished that the ball would go in with a wave of his hand.

This is a three-pointer. He thinks he doesn't have the ability to hit every shot, and his foot is already injured. The longer he stands, the worse it will be for him.

Seeing the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, Yang Xu also really sweated for him.

At this moment, a figure in the stands stood up and shouted to the field, "Come on.

Although it was only two short words, it attracted the attention of the audience. It was Tang Jiaming's mother.

She stood there, looking at the team members, with tears in her eyes, trying hard not to let the tears flow down, but the corners of her lips raised slightly.

She really wanted to say that she was not standing here alone, there was also Tang Jiaming.

When Yang Xu and his team members saw this scene, their bodies seemed to be injected with infinite power.

"Jiaming is watching us." Someone whispered.

"That's right, Jiaming is looking at me." The scene of training with Tang Jiaming flashed in the players' minds.

Tang Jiaming is dead, but for his teammates who get along with him day and night, he is still alive.

"Even if it's for Tang Jiaming." The players raised the ball and threw it towards the basket.

All eyes follow the ball as it moves.

The moment the ball hits the basket, it touches the hearts of countless people, including the opponent's players. The only difference is that they hope not to throw it in.

When the basketball hits the rim, it seems to be hindered and jumps. It is this scene that has half the chance of failure.

The 803 ball bounced twice, but still entered the basket.

When it fell down the rim, the audience was boiling, and almost everyone stood up and applauded.

"It's great." Yang Xu shouted at him.

In this way, he and his team members have a bottom line in their hearts.

Maybe there is no need for overtime, as long as they score one more point, they can win the game.

"Good job." The other team members also gave him thumbs up.

Finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, he said to Yang Xu, "It's time for me to leave, and then it's up to you."

Yang Xu and others helped him off the stage, and the people in the audience gave him warm applause again.

The medical staff hurried up to check the wound for him. .