Hooding Two People!

When the Lakers trailed by 15 points just six minutes into the game, getting called for a timeout for the second time.

In the stands of the Staples Center, the crowd was no longer as enthusiastic as before.

They all remembered last year's Game 6.

At that time, Booker was also 6-of-6 from three, and the Lakers' situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

They didn't want to see such a scene repeat.

The Lakers, as a traditional powerhouse team that had won 17 championships.

Their fans were very discerning.

They wouldn't cheer for the team just because they were playing poorly.

They would only curse.

"Vogel, still not thinking of a solution?"

"What kind of basketball is this, it's pure garbage!"

"I spent so much money just to watch you kids play house? Fuck!"

Of course, there were also many rational fans.

"Now, only hitting threes can save the Lakers."

"But these blacksmiths can't even shoot threes better than Shaq's grandma."

At this moment, someone thought of Wang Yi.

Wang Yi had exploded with threes in two consecutive games.

If they didn't put Wang Yi in now, what were they waiting for?

"Put Wang on the court!"

This one sentence stirred up a hundred ripples around.

"Put Wang on the court!"

"Put Wang on the court!"

Many people in the arena started shouting along.

Vogel's gaze also turned to Wang Yi at this time.

Originally, he had planned to have Wang Yi play a few minutes at the end of the second quarter today.

After all, you couldn't immediately put someone into the rotation just because they played two good games.

It had to be a gradual process.

But at this moment, the situation was already getting out of control before the rotation players had even come on.

There was no choice; he had to send Wang Yi out early to try.

"Wang, you're up, replace Schroder."

Schroder heard this, nodded, and quietly sat on the bench.

In fact, Vogel had his reasons for having Wang Yi replace Schroder.

Schroder was too short.

Booker could shoot over him with ease.

By putting Wang Yi on, with his defense, he should be able to contain Booker a bit.

At the same time, in terms of three-point shooting, he hoped Wang Yi could provide support to the team.

The moment Wang Yi stepped onto the court, a system prompt sounded in his mind again:

[Sign-in available.]

Wang Yi silently thought:

"Sign in."

[Sign-in successful!]

[Sign-in reward: 1 Beginner Block Experience Card]

Wang Yi didn't look closely, nor did he use it immediately.

Because it was the Lakers' offense at the moment, there was no need for blocking.

After Wang Yi came on the court and matched up against Devin Booker.

His heart began to burn.

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

Devin Booker had once scored 70 points.

He had also scored 50+ in two consecutive games.

His scoring ability was off the charts.

Facing such an opponent only further ignited Wang Yi's fighting spirit.

Wang Yi's eyes met Devin Booker's.

He also saw a hint of fighting intent in the other's eyes.

Clearly, Booker knew about Wang Yi's performance in the previous two games.

First play.

The Suns still employed a zone defense.

Although they knew Wang Yi's three-point shot was dangerous, Wang Yi had only played two good games so far.

So they didn't immediately focus on guarding him.

Instead, they wanted to test Wang Yi's shooting touch.

As a result, Wang Yi easily received a pass from James beyond the three-point line.

Without the slightest hesitation, he shot with his left hand.

Swish!

A clean shot!

The deficit narrowed to 12 points.

The home crowd finally erupted in cheers again.

Devin Booker, seeing this, immediately took the ball.

As a star player, he had to respond.

Especially since his three-point touch was hot at the moment.

Wang Yi could guess his thoughts.

He said in his mind:

"Use the Block Experience Card!"

Soon, the system's cold, mechanical voice came through:

[Beginner Block Experience Card used: Block success rate 50%, duration ten minutes.]

At this moment, Devin Booker faced Wang Yi without any evasion.

He was taller than Wang Yi and didn't need to evade.

He shot a pull-up three-pointer right in front of Wang Yi.

As a former three-point contest champion, he had that confidence.

The commentator on the scene was a Lakers home commentator, and his commentary naturally leaned towards the Lakers.

Seeing Booker about to take a pull-up three, he shook his head and said:

"Oh no, Devin Booker is going for the pull-up..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Wang Yi also jumped.

His left fingertips just touched the basketball.

The ball's trajectory changed, and after flying about two meters, it fell powerlessly.

The commentator's unfinished sentence immediately changed.

"A block! Wang Yi's block! He blocked Booker, that's so cool."

At the same time, Caruso picked up the ball and immediately pushed for a fast break.

Kuzma was already streaking down the court.

He easily slammed home a dunk.

The deficit instantly shrunk to 10 points.

The fans in the arena cheered loudly.

Devin Booker glanced at Wang Yi, his competitive fire stoked.

After Paul brought the ball past half-court, he knew what Devin Booker was thinking—he had just been blocked by the Lakers' unknown number 1, so he naturally wanted to get his revenge.

As an old veteran, Paul also knew the importance of letting Devin Booker get his revenge at this moment.

He passed the ball to Booker.

Then he gestured for the others to spread out.

Devin Booker and Wang Yi were matched up one-on-one.

This time, he didn't go for an immediate pull-up.

Instead, he suddenly drove to the right, seemingly intending to use his speed to get past Wang Yi.

Wang Yi immediately took a step back.

As he took that step back, Devin Booker took a step back himself, retreating beyond the three-point line.

Then he pulled up to shoot a three-pointer.

However, Wang Yi rushed over with incredible speed.

Just as Devin Booker raised the ball, before he could even shoot, Wang Yi swiped down, taking him and the ball down together.

A Wade-style block!

The commentators were stunned.

"Wang Yi blocked it again!"

"How can he be so fast!"

"This... unbelievable, unbelievable!"

Devin Booker was also a bit bewildered.

Logically, his previous fake drive followed by a step-back should have shaken this kid off.

How could he have rushed over so quickly?

In fact, Wang Yi's step back during Booker's drive was actually a defensive fake.

He knew Devin Booker was unhappy after being blocked once and would likely attempt another three-pointer in front of him.

So, as he stepped back, his upper body was already leaning forward, preparing to lunge.

When Devin Booker stepped back, Wang Yi pounced like a shadow.

Naturally, he appeared very fast.

There was an element of gambling involved, too.

If Devin Booker had truly driven, he could have easily passed Wang Yi.

But Wang Yi's gamble paid off.

After blocking this shot, Wang Yi dribbled the ball forward rapidly towards the frontcourt.

Behind him, Paul lowered his head and quickly chased after Wang Yi.

Wang Yi had intended to go for a layup himself.

However, considering his injured right hand, a left-handed layup wasn't as smooth.

So, after dribbling past the three-point line in the frontcourt, he made a behind-the-back pass to Pope, who was following him.

Pope caught the ball and jumped high.

Bang!

He slammed home a dunk!

The deficit was cut to just 8 points!

The cheers from the crowd rose several decibels.

At the same time, the DJ on site stretched out his voice and announced loudly:

"Pope with the dunk, assisted by Wang--Yi--"