Xu Jingyu continued, "How strange, how strange!"
"Not only did Brother Yi not stop him, he even gestured for him to go ahead. Is this some kind of 'Princess, please shoot'?"
At the arena.
Forget everyone else—even both head coaches looked completely baffled.
After all, LaMelo Ball had the highest three-point percentage on the entire Lakers roster. This season, his three-point percentage had reached 39.7%, nearly 40%.
Although he hadn't made a three-pointer tonight, you should never let your guard down around a shooter.
Now Wang Yi wasn't even guarding LaMelo Ball. If LaMelo found his rhythm, he could become unstoppable.
Under these circumstances, LaMelo Ball took the shot.
The basketball left his fingertips and flew toward the hoop.
This time, the shot felt exceptionally good. He felt even better about it than he had about his first two attempts.
After all, he'd made a deliberate adjustment and shot with the rhythm he preferred, so he was extremely confident.
As the ball reached its apex, he saw that its arc was right on line and the force behind it was just right.
After releasing the ball, he immediately drew his hand back and clenched it into a fist, giving it a forceful pump.
But just as he'd finished, the ball—though it had clearly gone into the hoop—bounced back and forth between the front and back rims five or six times before finally popping out with a bang.
"Oh, shit!"
LaMelo Ball let out an incredulous curse.
Each of his three attempts had felt better than the one before, yet every one of them had missed in such a bizarre way.
What was going on?
Fortunately, Second Ball had somehow slipped beneath the basket. While everyone else fought for the rebound, he got lucky and managed to tip the ball into