Real 3D player?

Wang Yi heard the voice of the live commentator.

A 3D Player?

A knowing smile touched the corners of his lips.

His ambition was far from limited to this.

With the System, his ambition could be limitless.

Enter the rotation;

Become a starting player;

Star player;

All-Star;

Superstar;

Legendary Superstar!

Even a man who could follow in James's footsteps, or even God's!

This was his ambition.

Of course, all these lofty goals required him to be grounded and achieve them step by step.

For now, the Lakers needed quality 3D Players the most.

So, he would temporarily become a 3D Player.

At the very least, he needed to establish a foothold with the Lakers and secure a guaranteed contract first.

At this moment, the point difference had been narrowed to 10 points.

The Lakers were on offense.

After James brought the ball to the frontcourt, he feigned a drive again, compressing the opponent's defensive space.

At the same time, he looked for Wang Yi.

However, the Clippers were prepared this time.

They used a four-man zone defense to guard the paint.

The remaining Beverley was specifically tasked with guarding Wang Yi.

Beverley stuck to Wang Yi like glue, using his body against him, while spewing trash talk:

"You hit two threes just now, think you're hot stuff? That's only because I wasn't guarding you. Try it now if you dare. Oh, sorry, with me here, you can't even get the ball."

Wang Yi knew Beverley's capabilities.

He would constantly engage in physical contact while spewing trash talk to provoke you.

Once you lost your temper, he would have succeeded.

So, Wang Yi wouldn't get angry.

Moreover, he wouldn't let Beverley cling to him like this.

He actively went around Thick Eyebrows' screen—as a quality 3D Player, you couldn't just wait on the three-point line for the ball.

You had to learn to actively use screens.

Only by creating space could the ball reach your hands.

As expected, Wang Yi created space.

James's pass arrived immediately.

Wang Yi caught the ball outside the three-point line.

However, Beverley was relatively small and quickly squeezed past Thick Eyebrows' screen.

He lunged directly at Wang Yi.

Of course, he wouldn't be able to block Wang Yi's shot at this point.

But as he lunged at Wang Yi, he fiercely swung his right hand towards Wang Yi's face.

Wang Yi's heart tightened slightly.

Although he still shot the ball, his mentality was disturbed.

The basketball bounced off the rim and out.

As for Beverley, his hand retracted sharply when it was still two inches away from Wang Yi's face.

There was no physical contact with Wang Yi.

Wang Yi frowned.

Beverley always played dirty.

So, he had subconsciously thought Beverley was really going to slap him in the face.

It would have been better if he'd hit it on the face, but what if, like Green, he gouged your eyes or kicked your balls? That would be unbearable.

It seems my resolve isn't quite firm enough yet.

However, a fall into a ditch makes one wiser.

Wang Yi wouldn't fall into the same ditch twice.

Meanwhile, in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room.

The two commentators said:

"As expected, the magic is gone."

"That's right, but this is more like the shooting percentage a normal player should have."

"Yeah, if every shot went in, that would be too terrifying."

On the bullet screen, the haters, seeing Wang Yi miss a shot, immediately started jumping around again.

"Finally, his true colors are showing."

"His luck is about to run out."

"He only shot well before because the opponent wasn't playing him intensely. Look, now that Beverley is playing physical with him, he's immediately falling apart."

"His body is also terrible. The mad dog just started to show its fangs, and before it could even bite, he collapsed first."

"Hurry back, you're disgracing Chinese people."

At this moment, on the court, after Wang Yi missed that shot, he wasn't discouraged in the slightest.

A 45% shooting percentage means not every shot can go in.

Turning back, he once again faced Leonard's offense.

This time, Leonard used their center Zubac's screen and finally broke free from Wang Yi's defense.

He made a mid-range shot.

The score difference widened to 12 points again.

Wang Yi inbounded the ball.

When James received the pass, he said:

"Wang, do you still dare to shoot?"

A confident smile appeared on Wang Yi's face:

"As long as you dare to pass."

James didn't know where Wang Yi's confidence came from.

Wang Yi's condition tonight was clearly not as explosive as the previous game.

Yet, he was still so confident.

Was it just because of yesterday's training?

James thought as he dribbled the ball to the frontcourt.

Wang Yi had already gone around Thick Eyebrows' screen and arrived at the left side, outside the three-point line at a 45-degree angle.

At this moment, he was facing away from the basket.

Beverley behind him, like a rabid dog, squeezed through the defense, relentlessly pursuing him.

James's pass had already been thrown.

Wang Yi caught the ball.

While facing away from the basket, he suddenly jumped.

In mid-air, he turned around.

He leaned back.

His right foot extended slightly, maintaining his balance.

His left arm lifted.

A flick of the wrist!

He shot!

This shot no longer had a beautiful arc.

Instead, it had a very flat trajectory.

The basketball also traveled very fast.

Like a high-speed projectile.

Bang--

It crashed into the basket!

At this moment, Beverley thought Wang Yi would at least turn around and jump after catching the ball.

He never expected Wang Yi to jump with his back to the basket, only turning around in mid-air.

Before he could even block, he heard a bang from behind him.

The DJ's voice immediately rang out:

"Three points, from Wang--Yi--"

Hearing this unfamiliar, strange Eastern name, Beverley clenched his fist.

He cursed under his breath, "Shit!"

Then he continued to trash talk Wang Yi, "Lucky for you this time. But you won't be so lucky next time."

Wang Yi smiled confidently.

He completely ignored the trash talk.

However, Beverley felt a slight spark of anger.

He had defended many stars.

Usually, if he trash-talked them and provoked them with his actions, they would get angry.

Their movements would become more aggressive.

This would be more advantageous for the Clippers.

But this Easterner was different.

He had been trash-talking for so long, yet not only was Wang Yi not angry, he even showed a dismissive smile.

It felt like a mischievous child constantly pushing the boundaries with an adult.

But the adult just smiled faintly.

Because in his eyes, it was just a mischievous child after all.

It had to be said, besides his fierce defense, Beverley's ability to overthink things was also top-notch.

Turning back, he dribbled the ball past half-court.

Looking for Leonard.

This time, the Easterner wasn't sticking to Leonard like glue.

Instead, he was a step away from Leonard, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Paul George.

He was probably trying to prevent a pass to Paul George.

Beverley relaxed and passed the ball to Leonard.

But at that moment, Wang Yi suddenly darted out like a leopard.

Intercepting the ball in mid-air!

It turned out that his eyes looking at Paul George earlier were just a tactic to deceive the offensive player.

Making Beverley think he was distracted by defending George.

In reality, he had been paying attention to Leonard the entire time.

Wang Yi got the ball and quickly dribbled it forward with his left hand.

And behind him, a figure was already closely pursuing him!