The End

Caldwell-Pope caught the pass at a crucial moment, then tried a three-pointer!

Dang!!

The ball bounced off the rim and missed!

Was this the Thunder's chance?!

No! Jokic used his size once again to muscle Little Jordan out of the way under the basket and grab the offensive rebound!

"Shit!!"

Chen Xi, who had just been preparing to turn and sprint downcourt on a fast break, couldn't help swearing.

He'd lost count of how many offensive rebounds Teacher Jokic had snatched away from him tonight!

Jokic grabbed the rebound—or rather, tipped it—then jumped again and scooped it back up.

As soon as he landed, Davis tried to steal the ball.

But Jokic was far too experienced. He immediately wrapped both arms around the ball, then used his body to shove Davis away. When he realized AD was getting more aggressive with his hands, he shouted and jumped, forcing up a shot.

The referee's whistle blew again.

Jokic was back at the free-throw line.

He calmly sank both shots, preserving the lead.

The pressure was back on the Thunder Team.

Little Jordan inbounded from the backcourt.

Chen Xi took the ball across half court and began the offense at the top of the key.

He faced up against Gordon with the ball.

After two quick crossover dribbles, he immediately launched into a crossover step and drove past him, hitting the gas and bursting inside the three-point line.

Then Chen Xi deliberately slowed down, letting Gordon take a step before suddenly braking hard and pulling back with an exaggerated move. He shook Gordon off, then tried to follow up with a push dribble change of direction to get inside.

But then, disaster struck!

As Chen Xi launched into his second drive, the instant he planted his right foot hard, a sharp cramp