basketball never sleeps

Chapter 125 I Really Like You

The slightly slippery hands made the basketball in his hands a lot heavier.

Arenas really wanted to have a headset to help him block out the sound of the outside world.

In fact, the sound of the surrounding environment is already very small.

Because the audience at the scene were also curious about the limits of Arenas.

Whoosh whoosh—————

He still only scored 1 goal at the penultimate point.

"Well done, Gilbert!"

Danzi waved his fist, as if he saw hope.

As long as he can maintain a stable performance, then the biggest shame of his career may have someone behind him.

He will never forget the three-point contest in 90. Having already won three scoring titles, he wants to show his omnipotence.Encouraged by his teammates, he signed up for the three-point contest with a twitch of his head.

He also forgot how he played that day. Maybe the ball was too late the night before and affected his touch?
He shoots for a while and is iron for a while, and he keeps shooting for a while. When he finishes shooting, the whole audience laughs happily.

In his career, there are not no scenes of embarrassment. After all, he is also a human being, but he does not admit that that day is definitely the most embarrassing day for him on the basketball court.

There are still 18 seconds left.

It took Arenas 3 seconds to take a deep breath before slowly throwing the first ball at the last point.

bang——

Mo Wen and the contestants around covered their mouths. They all had a premonition that today might witness the birth of a new history.

bang bang bang --

There was a ball that jumped on the basket in the middle, and it was about to go in, but it bounced out in the end.

The moment Arenas saw the basketball fall from the basket, his heart went cold.

"Arenas is going to break the history of the three-point contest, hahaha, everyone should not be too confident, especially if you have not received an official invitation." Said with a laugh.

The director on the sidelines gave the camera to Danzi on the sidelines. How can I put it, since Danzi retired, it is rare to see Danzi laughing from the bottom of his heart.

Arenas was about to shoot, but the Nuggets' home DJ had another job, and suddenly played a sound effect celebrating a goal, which made him shiver, and the action that had been brewing for a long time was interrupted.

Whoops, what are you doing~!

Fortunately, there was enough time, and Arenas was given a chance to make adjustments. If the goal was made, it became a joke, and if it failed, it would be recorded in history.

Whoosh———

Seeing the basketball hit the net, Arenas was so excited that he jumped high and punched.

We are... second to last! ! !

Leader Qiao's warm smile also froze.

Hiss, you kid is somewhat ignorant of flattery.

I really liked you...

Also said that he hates flower balls, and flower balls are not fair at all.

In the year when Danzi participated in the three-point contest, there was no flower ball, so if according to Danzi's game rules that year, Arenas should only have scored 4 points.

The tension of surviving near death made Arenas not only not feel ashamed of the ultra-low score, but like the victorious general, he twisted the old disco in front of the camera.

After discovering Danzi's figure, Arenas rushed up excitedly and held Jordan's hand.

"Hey, Maikou didn't expect you to be there, didn't expect me to be the last one to score a goal, I almost broke your record, you know, I was still begging for your blessing in my heart when I made the last shot, haha Ha ha."

Mr. Qiao, who was suddenly teased, hardened his fists. He glanced left and right, forget it, too many shots were taken, so he could only pat Arenas on the shoulder with a fake smile:

"Hehe, it's quite amazing. You can score fewer goals than me. You only scored 4 goals. I think I should buy those goals. I will sell them to anyone who wants to play against you later." give them."

The smile on Arenas' face froze, as if... he was indeed at the bottom when it comes to the number of goals scored.

The two on this side were still chatting awkwardly, and on the other side, after the caddy cleaned up briefly, the second contestant, Jon Jonson, had already started shooting under the signal of the referee.

Jiong Jisen has averaged 4.5 three-pointers per game so far this season, and his three-point shooting percentage has reached a terrifying 46%.

However, there is still a big difference between the shooting with the ball and the fixed-point shooting that are used more in the game. Jon Jonson seems to have inherited Arenas’ touch. He only hit 25 of 6 shots. Fortunately, he also scored two flower balls. The total score was raised to 8 points.However, this score also entered the top ten of the lowest scoring list in the three-point contest.

And AQ Quentin Richardson, who played next, also hit the iron at the first point.

Just when everyone thought that this year's three-point contest was going to be overturned collectively, Ah Q still found his sight at a few points behind. He made 20 of 12 shots and only missed one of the four flower balls, scoring 15 points.

Korver, who was third to last on the court, has no sense of presence yet. He scored one more goal than Big Q, but because of consecutive missed shots, his score was 1 point lower than Big Q, only 14 points .

Gentleman Lei is actually very rare in the honor of the three-point champion. In his previous life, he would come whenever the NBA officially invited him when he was not injured. He is the player who has participated in the three-point contest the most times.

But unless the three-pointer is really abnormal, it still depends on fate.

Originally, he participated in 6 three-pointers in history, and only won the title of three-pointer in 01.

In the first four points, Ray Allen only scored 9 points, and he was about to be eliminated. Then he staged a wave of headwinds and made all 5 shots in the last point.

After five players voted, the highest score on the field was only 15 points. The commentator was a little bit stunned by the quality of this three-point contest.

Arenas was a little proud sitting next to him. He felt that he had spread his bad touch to other players.

Before Mo Wen came on stage, he ran over and grabbed Mo Wen's hand and covered it for a while.

"Brother, I have already blessed magic in your hand, you have been strengthened, go and send... cast."

Mo Wen looked at the wet hands, no need to think, it was just a prank by this troublemaker.After sniffing, fortunately, there is no strange smell, just the smell of normal soapy water.

"You should be thankful that you didn't use any strange liquid, otherwise... Hehe, I promise you can't go back to Washington."

Mo Wen reached out and touched Arenas' cheek. Although there was a smile on his mouth, Arenas couldn't help swallowing his saliva due to the cold eyes.

At first, he had the idea of ​​making something strange on his hand, but suddenly remembered Mo Wen's brilliant record before, so he suppressed his desire to die, and just washed his hands before washing them dry.

After giving Ray Allen a high-five, and wiped his hands with his jersey, Mo Wen went to the technical stage to grab a handful of chalk, performed a wave of Kame-style qigong in front of the camera, and then let it go came to the pitch.

Ray Allen took a look at the jersey with some marks, it was intentional, the jerk definitely did it on purpose!

"Want to make a bet? Do you want to guess how many goals and points this guy can score in a while?"

On the other side of the field, O'Neal asked several familiar Eastern stars around him.

"If I remember correctly, this kid's three-pointer is quite accurate. It seems that you are very confident, Shaq." Carter glanced at Ao Pang and said with a smile. "It's hard to guess the specific goals and points. Just bet on a range. I bet he won't get 20 points."

20 points, if more than ten years later, may not be enough to enter the finals, but right now, it is a score that can almost win the three-pointer.

"It's less than 20, okay, how much do you want to bet? How much do you bet, and how much do I follow."

O'Neal agreed with little hesitation.

"Are you so confident? I bet him 5...[-], he won't reach it." Carter was a little surprised, but still placed the bet as he said before.

"For $1, I bet he won't reach it." Iverson, who was sitting in front, turned around and said, if Mo Wen wasn't Ao Pang's teammate, he would have wanted to bet that Mo Wen wouldn't make it to the finals, but he didn't think so. Mo Wen can't, it's just that he hopes that his younger brother Korver can enter the finals.

"Since you all don't like him, then I... don't like him either, 2 dollars, Shaq, you won't renege on it?" Pierce thought for a while and felt that this was a good opportunity to make money. Pai Ao Pang said that he also wanted to taste the meat of the local rich man.

Ao Pang gave Pierce a blank look, "Repudiation, who do you look down on?"

"Anyone else want to bet?"

Ao Pang raised his head and looked around. James wanted to raise his hand, but Wade next to him quickly slapped it down.

The remaining big Z, Hill, are good boys and honest people, and the only potential customers of Ao Pang are Big Ben and Xiao Ao.

"I bet 1, no one can exceed 20 points."

After being silent for a while, Da Ben chose the first one to believe in Mo Wen.

Having trained with Mo Wen, he knows Mo Wen's three-point level very well.

Now the external evaluation of Mo Wen is stable except for passing, three-pointers, and mature skills.

If you haven't played with Mo Wen in the same team, you can't imagine his stability.

In last year's playoffs, the five starters of the Pistons all pulled their hips, and even took turns pulling their hips. Only Mo Wen, as the team's third scoring point, relied on shooting to score points every day, but none of them played a special game. out of order.

The key is that this kid still looks like he has spare energy.

From last season's playoffs to the current regular season, it's not that no team has studied Mo Wen, but Mo Wen has only been slightly restricted, and has never been planted.

"I'm also [-] knives, so I can bet on him." Xiao Ao hesitated for a moment and raised his head.

He doesn't know much about three-pointers, but Reggie Miller does. After the Pacers played against the Heat, Miller praised Mo Wen's three-point shooting ability in the team.

Moreover, Larry Bird also used Mo Wen as an example when teaching Stephen Jackson.

A character who has been praised by both the big brother and the big boss is trustworthy, right?

"Haha, it's interesting. The outsiders who know how to shoot threes all choose No, while the insiders who never shoot threes choose Yes. Hehe, is there anyone else who wants to gamble?"

Pierce set his sights on the two "rookies" who were in the same class as Mo Wen.

"Forget it, Pierce, Shaq is cheating you out of money. If you bet 25 points, you might win, but it's only 20 points. You're bound to lose."

Wade looked at the person who bet just now with pitiful eyes.

How come there are always people who use their interests to challenge other people's careers.

He didn't say anything else, but pointed to Mo Wen who was already preparing to shoot.

Mo Wen smiled and nodded to the referee and the passing staff.

With the referee's whistle.

This is how Mo Wen's performance unfolded.

His three-point attribute has always been fixed at 80 points, because he is not the main attacker in the Heat, and this shooting rate is temporarily sufficient.

Compared with ordinary players, 30 years of game experience did not increase his shooting percentage, but made his shooting stability very terrifying.

Just like an old 2K player, he is quite skilled in controlling the shooting bar.

Mo Wen still used his quick shots in the game, but he didn't have the anxiety that Arenas gave when shooting.

shhhhh--

From the moment he received the first ball, Mo Wen was like a precise shooting machine, sending balls into the basket one by one.

After the first shooting point, Mo Wen had already scored the points that Arenas only got after five shooting points.

The fans on the sidelines sighed or exclaimed in twos and threes.

Arenas looked at his hands suspiciously.

It shouldn't be.

Mo Wen was not affected by the outside world, and walked quickly and calmly to the second shooting point, still following the shooting rhythm just now.

Steadily scored 4 goals, only missed the ball before the flower ball, and scored 2 points with only 11 shooting points.

"Cash or transfer? PP, you won't go back on your bill, will you?"

Ao Pang proudly patted Pierce on the shoulder. Although he trusted Mo Wen, he did not expect Mo Wen to perform so well today.

Pierce smiled awkwardly, this... he was really fooled?

Mazefak, this is twenty thousand dollars.

"Wait, it's not over yet, what's the rush?"

At the top of the arc, Mo Wen's performance dropped slightly and he missed two shots, but he still scored 4 points.

15 points with two shots left.

There is no suspense for Mo Wen to advance to the final, the question now is how many points he can score.

At the fourth shooting point, Mo Wen finally missed the flower ball; and at the last shooting point, he missed an ordinary ball again.

At the end of Mo Wen's shot, there was a rare unanimous applause from the audience.

25 of 20 shots and 24 points.

Without comparison, there is no harm.After making a deal with the person in front of him, Mo Wen is simply the reincarnation of Houyi.

Mo Wen: I, the last sun.

On the Eastern All-Star bench, Pierce, who wanted to urinate, was snatched away by O'Neal.

"Pierce, you don't want to have your pants stripped in public, do you?" Ao Pang grabbed Pierce's clothes with his hands up and down, and whispered in his ear.

"Stop, stop, I'll give, I'll give!"

Back at the competition, Mo Wen heard Arenas talking to the players next to him.

"Actually, I didn't perform too badly. I scored 30 points with Mo Wen!"

Arenas, who was mentally ill, and Ray Allen, who was next to him, clapped his hands in celebration and punched Mo Wen again.

"You kid just messed with me on purpose, right?"

Mo Wen scratched his head, forgot about this, Ray Allen is a late stage obsessive-compulsive disorder who can make a hole in a sock explode.

"Uh... Sorry, how about I give you my jersey, and you can shoot while wearing my jersey, and you can pay tribute to me just now."

Ray Allen:? ? ?

(End of this chapter)