Nine Three-Pointers, Shocking the World

Wang Yi shot.

LOGO three-pointer!!!

And after shooting, he turned around, his back to the basket.

He raised his right hand high, showing three fingers.

This three-pointer wasn't a swish this time.

Instead, it was powerful, like a cannonball, streaking across half the court at high speed.

BANG!

It slammed into the basket.

And it slammed into the Staples Center.

BOOM--

The entire arena instantly exploded.

"Oh my god!"

"LOGO three-pointer!"

"God, what am I seeing!?"

"He turned around and raised his hand to celebrate before the ball even went in. That's so cool!"

The decibel level in the arena spiked sharply.

After all, a LOGO three-pointer had immense visual impact.

And after shooting the LOGO three-pointer, he turned and raised his hand to celebrate before the ball even went in.

Such a flashy move, even Curry had never done it.

Not only the live audience, but even the two commentators who had been teasing him just moments ago, couldn't help but exclaim:

"Oh, my goodness! What did I just see?"

"A LOGO three-pointer! Unbelievable! He actually did it!"

"He's the Lakers' Stephen Curry!"

"Don't you think his pose, turning his back to the basket and raising his right hand with three fingers, is incredibly cool?"

Many live NBA commentators are like this, shifting with the wind.

Just moments ago, they were teasing Wang Yi, and now they're hyping him up, without batting an eye.

On the big screen in the arena, the camera lingered on Wang Yi for a long time.

Only after a moment did it shift to Curry on the sidelines.

Warriors head coach Kerr also shook his head helplessly, glancing at Curry.

So, this is what it feels like when the opposing team has a Curry.

Although Curry remained still, a fiery gaze appeared in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the Lakers' bench had already erupted.

Several reserves were vigorously waving their towels.

Several starters were also jumping and high-fiving each other over this astonishing shot.

Brow also suddenly stood up, his thick eyebrows shooting up.

His large eyes were filled with disbelief.

James quickly stood up, raising both hands and extending three fingers on each hand, making the three-point gesture.

His expression was exaggerated as he repeatedly said, "Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god..."

Across the ocean, in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room.

The two commentators' eyes were shining with excitement.

"Six three-pointers in two minutes, and a LOGO three-pointer. My heavens!"

"Good heavens, that's amazing, absolutely explosive!"

"Eighteen points! Wang Yi scored eighteen points in two minutes, this is beyond imagination!"

Since it was garbage time, most viewers had already left the live broadcast room.

The remaining viewers were flooding the screen with comments.

"666666666..."

"Awesome 666!"

"Whoa, is Brother Yi about to rise?"

"After shooting the LOGO three-pointer, he celebrated early without even watching the basket. I wish I had such a handsome boyfriend."

Of course, there were also haters.

"Heh, played in the NBA for two years and scored less than a hundred points in total. This game, he got lucky and hit a few threes, and now he's acting like he's the greatest."

"Just crawl back here, don't embarrass us."

"If you've got the guts, hit a few more and let's see."

"You gotta be low-key. Shooting a three and then turning around to celebrate is too arrogant, disrespectful."

"If he can hit eight threes, I'll livestream myself eating shit while standing on my head."

Someone immediately reacted and replied:

"Eat the dog shit you owe first."

At this moment, on the court.

After Wang Yi hit this three-pointer, his confidence had swelled to its absolute limit.

The point difference had been narrowed to 19 points.

He gritted his teeth, clenching his right fist tightly.

It hurt, but he was also excited.

Fight!

This was the fight he wanted!

He felt his body tremble with excitement, his blood burning.

He immediately turned around to celebrate after shooting.

Many players had done this.

James had done it, Curry had done it too.

But Wang Yi was the first to shoot a LOGO three-pointer and immediately turn around to celebrate.

He also believed in being low-key.

But basketball was inherently a flamboyant sport.

On the court, you should show all your skills and express your personality.

If you don't play with flair, what's the point of playing?

Be low-key in life, but play with flair!

The Afro-haired man watched with his own eyes as the basketball hit the rim and bounced on the floor.

His eyes widened, looking as if he had seen a ghost, and he couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

Wang Yi glanced at him and said calmly:

"Don't forget the 100 US Dollars."

The Afro-haired man finally snapped back to reality.

He cursed, "Shit! Easterner, you've pissed me off!"

Wang Yi had already turned back and was heading to the backcourt to defend.

On the next possession, the Warriors' offense was stopped.

The Lakers' point guard dribbled the ball past half-court and passed it directly to Wang Yi.

At the same time, he set a screen for Wang Yi, intending to let Wang Yi shoot a three-pointer through the screen.

Wang Yi was already getting carried away.

He waved his hand and said, "No need!"

Signaling the point guard to get out of the way.

The point guard could only shrug and create space.

Wang Yi faced the Afro-haired man and wanted to beckon him over.

But that would be a taunt and result in a technical foul.

Wang Yi wasn't afraid of a technical foul, but each technical foul cost a fine of 25,000 US Dollars.

For Wang Yi, who had only signed a ten-day contract, this was a huge sum.

So he suppressed the urge to beckon and said in his not-so-standard American English:

"Come on."

The Afro-haired man was already fired up.

He strode up to Wang Yi, spread his legs, and adopted a stance ready to defend with his life.

A mysterious smile played on Wang Yi's lips.

He suddenly took a step to the right with his right foot.

The Afro-haired man quickly mirrored his movement.

However, Wang Yi had already retracted his right foot.

They jumped at the same time.

The Afro knew he'd been tricked, cursed "Fuck" in his heart, and quickly moved to block.

There was only a moment of space in between.

But Wang Yi had already shot a three-pointer.

On the sidelines, all the Lakers players stood up.

All the spectators also stared intently at the ball.

Swish!

The basketball went into the net with a sound.

At the same time, because the Afro had lunged too hard, he tackled Wang Yi to the ground.

Beep--

The basket was made, and the whistle blew.

The Afro was called for a defensive foul.

"Whoosh--"

The arena was once again ignited by this shot!

"Seven three-pointers, my god!"

"Two and a half minutes, twenty-one points, this scoring explosiveness is too exaggerated!"

"This Easterner is too strong! How can he be so strong and only sign a ten-day contract? The Lakers should quickly give him a guaranteed contract, or they'll regret it when other teams snatch him away."

The two commentators on the scene were shouting non-stop:

"Wow! This is definitely one of the most exaggerated performances I've ever seen!"

"Amazing, truly amazing!"

Compared to these two commentators, the Chinese audience across the ocean had a much richer vocabulary and expressed their emotions much more vividly.

"Holy shit!"

"Damn!"

"What the hell!"

On the court, Wang Yi looked at the Afro.

Pulling up for a shot right over you, and you can't do anything about it.

This feeling is great!

The Afro's face had already turned as dark as iron.

He stopped trash-talking.

Instead, he remained silent.

The guy he was primarily defending had scored more than ten points over his head in just over two minutes.

Especially the last play, where he was explicitly told to defend him.

And then he pulled up for a long-range three-pointer right over him.

This was definitely low on damage, but extremely insulting.

How could he still have the face to talk trash?

It was laughable that he had just said he would defend this guy until he cried and went back to the East.

Now, not only had he not cried, but he himself was being shot at until he wanted to cry without tears.

After Wang Yi made the free throw.

On the scoreboard.

Lakers 97 to 112.

They were only trailing by 15 points.

From 35 to 15, it still seemed like an instant.

Two and a half minutes, trailing by 15 points, the possibility of catching up was almost nonexistent.

But under Wang Yi's crazy performance, who dared to be so sure?

If Wang Yi hit two more three-pointers, the deficit would be in the single digits.

The Warriors' head coach quickly called another timeout.

During the timeout, he was slightly annoyed.

He shouted, "Double-team him, double-team him!"

The Warriors players were stunned when they heard the coach's words.

They all wondered if they had heard wrong.

To give a ten-day contract player, whose name they couldn't even recall, a double-team?

That was giving him too much credit.

But no one dared to question the head coach:

"Double-team him as soon as he gets the ball, make him pass to someone else. Absolutely cannot let him shoot threes anymore."

After taking the court, the Warriors immediately double-teamed Wang Yi.

The live commentators laughed, "Oh, did you see that? Did you see that?"

Another commentator burst into laughter, "The Warriors are actually using a double-team tactic on him, this is absolutely his honor."

The live audience also started laughing.

However, Wang Yi couldn't laugh.

He already had a wrist injury, and it hurt every time he dribbled.

Now facing a double-team.

He had no choice but to pass the ball out as quickly as possible, hoping his open teammates could seize the opportunity.

Unfortunately, both three-pointers his teammates took bounced off the rim.

But even so, Wang Yi continued to run through screens non-stop, looking for opportunities.

In the final two and a half minutes, he found two more chances.

He made two three-pointers.

Each time he made a three-pointer, the crowd erupted like a tidal wave.

Finally, when the final whistle blew.

The score was fixed at 111 to 118.

The Lakers narrowly lost by 7 points.

However, the audience on site showed no signs of dejection.

They didn't know Wang Yi's name, so they shouted his jersey number.

"Number One!"

"Number One!"

"Number One!"

Even though they lost, they seemed happier than if they had won.

The team leader, James, also walked over immediately and gave Wang Yi a big hug.

He whispered in his ear, "Brother, you really did it, twenty-eight points in five minutes! Thank you for letting me witness a great performance!"

Thick Eyebrows also came over and high-fived Wang Yi in celebration.

The Lakers, despite losing, acted as if they had won.

On the other hand, the Warriors, despite winning, all had grim expressions, even a bit depressed.

Especially the head coach, who broke out in a cold sweat.

They had a thirty-point lead in five minutes, a clear victory.

But they almost blew it.

If they had truly blown it, he would probably have been nailed to the pillar of shame in history, never to recover.