Zhang Yu's choice had been far too reckless and unreasonable.
But a basket counted, no matter how you scored.
As long as you could get the ball through the hoop, you could play however you wanted.
In the end, the facts proved that he'd made the right choice.
"Ah--------"
His roar went on for more than ten seconds!
Wang Yi was the first to rush over, pounding Zhang Yu hard on the chest.
"You're a beast!"
At that moment, Zhang Yu finally felt fulfilled!
He'd made his own contribution to the team's victory!
The Raptors' coach, who'd been shouting "No, no, no" just moments earlier, suddenly pumped his fist.
"Yes!"
The Raptors' substitutes beside him all waved their towels and shouted in unison.
"Holy shit, that was sick!"
By contrast, the Timberwolves' coach was still staring blankly.
That guy had actually made it!
That guy had really made it!
He'd acted on a sudden impulse, taken a shot in the way he was worst at, and actually made it!
Was God helping him?
The Timberwolves' players had the same thought flash through their minds.
When your opponent made such an important three-pointer using the method he was worst at, it was hard not to feel dejected, as if even the heavens were helping him.
The Timberwolves fans, who'd been roaring like a storm just moments ago, fell completely silent.
Zhang Yu had become a road-arena silencer.
That one three-pointer had doused the Timberwolves and their fans, who'd been riding such a wave of momentum.
On the court, the rest of the Raptors hurried over to celebrate.
But before they could all reach him, Wang Yi immediately pointed toward the other end of the court. Everyone snapped back to their senses and sprinted downcourt together.
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