The United States had taken a two-point lead, while China had only three seconds left.
All the Chinese players and spectators thought the game was lost. The United States had even begun celebrating ahead of time.
At that moment, Team USA's coach gave a bold order: "Everyone else, block the center court. Just don't let Jiang Siming into the front half!"
Yes, as long as they prevented Jiang Siming from shooting a three-pointer, China's chances of winning were virtually nonexistent.
Of the twenty-two three-pointers Jiang Siming had shot, not one had been from beyond the center line. So the American coach believed that after crossing half-court, Jiang Siming's three-pointer would certainly be difficult to make.
The idea was beautiful, but reality slapped him across the face once again.
After receiving the ball, Jiang Siming glanced at the time. When the final second was about to run out, he threw the basketball from his own half.
The basketball traced a beautiful arc through the sky, spanning what seemed like the distance between heaven and earth, before diving straight into the hoop!
The ball went in!
The final buzzer sounded!
The score became 125:124. China had won the Men's Basketball World Cup by a narrow one-point margin!
For a moment, the entire arena erupted! It erupted like never before!
The Chinese players leaped up in excitement and rushed toward Jiang Siming, cheering and celebrating for him.
Everyone knew that the history and fate of Chinese basketball had been rewritten by Jiang Siming. With his own strength, he had changed the tragic destiny that would have seen Chinese basketball fall into the same state as Chinese soccer.
Curry, Thompson, and Leonard, the three basketball superstars, left the court dejectedly. They had lost this game with nothing to say.
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