Opening With a Three-Point Experience Card

Los Angeles, Staples Center Arena.

Wang Yi, wearing the Lakers' No. 1 jersey, sat at the end of the bench—a spot jokingly called the water boy's exclusive seat.

He wasn't even really a water boy, as the team had only signed him to a ten-day contract.

After today's game, he'd have to pack his bags and leave.

But he wouldn't give up.

Even if there was only a sliver of a chance, he'd grasp it tightly.

His eyes were fixed on the court, yet he kept glancing at the head coach.

The game between the Lakers and the Warriors had entered the final eight minutes of the fourth quarter.

The Lakers trailed the Warriors by a full thirty points, 80 to 110.

Like many games before, the Lakers' offense was stagnant.

Their three-point shooting was abysmal, 3 of 18.

In contrast, the Warriors' star player, Curry, had once again entered Sky-Reaching Mode, hitting 11 of 15 three-pointers.

He alone had outshot the entire Lakers team from beyond the arc.

Seeing that a comeback was hopeless, the Lakers' head coach had already subbed out key players like James and Brow.

James was hunched over, intently chewing on his fingernails.

It was a habitual action when he was in a bad mood.

Brow's eyes were on the court, but his focus wasn't, clearly lost in thought.

Amidst this atmosphere, Wang Yi's nerves began to tighten.

For the past two years, he had drifted from team to team.

Finally, he signed a ten-day contract with the Lakers.

Today was the last day of that ten-day contract.

For a player like him, he could only expect to play during garbage time.

And he had to seize this rare opportunity, put on a brilliant performance, and earn himself a second ten-day contract.

Finally, with five minutes left, the Lakers were down by thirty-five points.

The head coach shook his head helplessly, his gaze sweeping across the bench.

It finally landed on Wang Yi.

Over these ten days, this young man from the East, despite his ordinary talent, had never gotten a chance to play for the Lakers.

However, his active effort during practice and his low-key, humble demeanor had earned him the coach's favor.

Tonight was the last night of his ten-day contract, and it was time to give him a chance to show what he could do.

Although the Lakers would definitely not give him a second ten-day contract, giving him a chance to play might lead to him impressing other teams and finding his next job if he played well.

Even though the probability of that was practically negligible.

With that thought, the head coach waved Wang Yi over.

"Wang, it's your turn to play."

Half of Wang Yi's attention had been on the head coach.

Hearing the coach's call, he felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head.

He stood up abruptly.

He hadn't played in three months.

Finally, he was back on the court.

Back on the dream stage he had pursued for over twenty years.

At that very moment.

As his feet touched the Staples Center Arena floor, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

[Host has earned an opportunity to play for the Lakers, Sign-In System activated.]

[Sign in immediately?]

Wang Yi was slightly taken aback.

But the game was in progress, and he didn't have time to think.

He subconsciously said in his mind, "Sign in."

[Sign-in successful!]

[Sign-in reward: One God-tier Three-Point Experience Card]

In his mind, the cold mechanical voice spoke again.

Wang Yi's steps faltered once more.

He just wanted to investigate closely.

The referee on the sidelines had already waved, signaling Wang Yi to hurry.

He could only jog onto the court.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room.

The two commentators saw Wang Yi on the screen and simply mentioned:

"Our player Wang Yi is on the court, let's see how he performs."

They only mentioned it briefly.

After all, in his two years in the NBA, Wang Yi had already bounced around as many as eight teams.

Because the head coach didn't give him a chance, he hadn't been able to prove his worth on any team.

So even the two commentators didn't have high hopes for Wang Yi.

On the live broadcast's bullet comments, it was a torrent of abuse.

"As soon as I entered the broadcast room, I saw this guy, bad luck!"

"Remember the last time he got crossed over? So embarrassing!"

"He's shamed us on foreign soil, he should just go back already."

Back then, when Wang Yi first landed in the NBA, much was expected of him.

Fans in China could praise him to the skies.

But later, due to a wrist injury during training, his performance on the court was poor.

Coupled with the fact that many NBA coaches were prejudiced against Easterners and didn't give them opportunities.

Gradually, he became a marginal player.

Many fans in China began to curse him, wishing he'd be sent to the deepest level of hell.

Of course, there were those who understood him, but they were far fewer than those who bashed Wang Yi.

At this moment, at the Staples Center, the Lakers were inbounding the ball.

Wang Yi, as the shooting guard, came to the Lakers' half after inbounding.

The Lakers players on the court were all players who wouldn't get playing time unless it was garbage time.

Now that they finally had a chance to play, they naturally wanted to perform well.

No one wanted to play as a team.

In two possessions, the four of them each took a shot and failed to score.

Instead, the score gap widened further, reaching as much as 35 points.

Finally, during the Lakers' third offensive possession, the ball reached Wang Yi at the three-point arc.

As soon as Wang Yi got the ball, he seemed to become much more energetic.

His whole body seemed filled with strength—this all stemmed from his love for basketball.

Seeing the defender standing loosely in front of him.

He didn't hesitate and jumped up quickly.

A standard shooting form, with a beautiful fadeaway.

The basketball drew a beautiful arc through the air.

Swish—

Nothing but net!

A very beautiful three-pointer.

However, this shot barely caught anyone's attention.

Compared to the huge deficit of over thirty points, this one three-pointer was completely insignificant.

In the stands, one-third of the audience had already left.

Most of the remaining audience were chatting or playing on their phones.

Across the ocean, in the Tencent broadcast room.

The two commentators were chatting about the rankings of various teams.

They didn't notice at all that Wang Yi from China had made a beautiful three-pointer.

The bullet comments, however, were full of sarcastic remarks.

"Oh, he can actually make a three-pointer, must have gotten lucky."

"Don't talk about luck, if he can make two more three-pointers, I'll eat dog poop."

On the court, the game continued.

After the Warriors missed a shot, the Lakers attacked again.

After a miscommunication between two Lakers players, the Warriors almost stole the ball.

Fortunately, this play was a lucky break and the ball flew towards Wang Yi again.

Standing at the three-point line, Wang Yi caught the ball without any hesitation.

He pulled up and shot.

Tonight was his last chance to perform. If he didn't give it his all, he might never get another chance to play in the NBA after his contract ended tonight.

If that happened, let alone his dreams, his livelihood would be very difficult – even though his life was already difficult now.

Swish—

The three-pointer arced through the air.

It went in cleanly again.

Another beautiful three-pointer.

86 to 115, they'd narrowed the gap to 29 points!

However, this three-pointer still didn't elicit any reaction from the audience.

Only the Lakers' head coach clapped his hands vigorously, encouraging Wang Yi.

James also stopped biting his nails.

He too clapped and encouraged Wang Yi.

As the team's leader, when a teammate performed well, he naturally had to be the first to step up and offer encouragement.

Next, the Warriors made an offensive mistake.

The Lakers went on a fast break.

Wang Yi lowered his head and accelerated, running with all his might towards the frontcourt, settling in the corner.

The Lakers' point guard wanted to drive to the basket, but the Warriors' defense was quick to recover.

The Warriors' center had already blocked his path to the basket.

The Lakers' point guard instinctively passed the ball to Wang Yi.

Pass to whoever's hot – that was basic point guard sense.

Wang Yi, as usual, didn't hesitate. He pulled up and shot.

Bang—

The three-pointer hit the rim with a dull thud.

Wang Yi's heart sank.

Fortunately, the ball bounced off the backboard after hitting the rim.

It then kissed the rim four times before dropping into the basket.

89 to 115, the Lakers had closed the gap to just 26 points.

This time, a few scattered claps could be heard from the audience.

Wang Yi had hit three consecutive three-pointers in less than a minute, which still surprised them a little.

But that was all.

In the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room, fans started heckling in the bullet comments.

"He hit two more threes."

"Where's that Brother Dog Shit from earlier? Come on out."

However, Brother Dog Shit had long since fled.

The Warriors' head coach immediately called for a timeout.

Although the nine consecutive points from this Chinese player seemed like a drop in the bucket, he still wanted to briefly discuss how to defend this Chinese player, just to be safe.

He gathered the players and pointed to an Afro with the best individual defense among the substitute players, saying, "You'll primarily guard that Lakers number 1. Let him drive to the basket if you have to, but don't let him shoot threes, understand?"

The Afro glanced sideways at the Easterner standing in the distance, a hint of disdain on his lips.

He nodded, "Don't worry, Coach. I'll defend him so hard he'll be crying for his mommy and crawling back to the East."

On the Lakers' side, the head coach gave simple instructions to his players: "Set screens for Wang. Wang, if you have an open look, shoot the three decisively!"

He was encouraging Wang Yi.

Hearing this, Wang Yi's heart warmed slightly.

This was the first time since entering the NBA that a head coach had actively drawn up a play for him.

Even though it was just a simple screen play, it made him excited.

He nodded heavily, his eyes shining with fervor:

"Yeah!"

However, after agreeing, a slight unease settled in his heart.

The injury on his right wrist hadn't fully healed to begin with.

During that last three-point shot, his wrist had already felt a distinct pain.

This was why that three-pointer had almost rimmed out.

If he were to take another three-point shot, not only would his injury worsen.

But if he missed, it would be extremely detrimental to finding his next job.

Furthermore, the Warriors would definitely intensify their defensive pressure on his three-point shots from now on.

Under these circumstances, how could he make a three-pointer while injured?

Frowning slightly, he pondered how to escape his current predicament.

Just then, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind: the God-tier Three-Point Experience Card!

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