king of los angeles

Chapter 400 401.80.00% Fear!

What exactly is going on?

Lin Feng didn't know what the problem was, as if Westbrook and himself were on two planes.

In a daze, the Thunder launched a fast break, and Lin Feng chased Westbrook who was holding the ball across the half court before he had time to think about it.

Assistant coach Bichler saw that Lin Feng was different tonight, and seemed to be absent-minded.

"What is that guy doing?" Beasley off the court also felt something was wrong.

Westbrook had already reached the Lakers' basket, and Lao Qian stretched out his arms to try to block it.

Westbrook, who has already taken off, actually wants to deduct Chandler!

God, this is insane!

Lao Qian's outstretched hand touched the basketball, Westbrook dunked the empty basket with the hanging net, and then fell to the ground in pain.

Adams picked up the dropped basketball and dunked it into the basket, but the goal was invalid and the referee stopped the game.

Westbrook exerted too much force and had a physical confrontation with the muscular Chandler in the air, and was knocked back half a step.

It seemed that the fall was unclear, and Westbrook rolled on the ground clutching his arms.

Walton took the opportunity to get the players together to arrange tactics, and after a while, the audience burst into cheers.

The referee blew Westbrook a T!

The Lakers players who patiently listened to Wharton's tactics were stunned. What happened?
Donovan threw away the tactical board angrily, and Westbrook followed the referee all the way to reason.

Playing back on the big screen, it turned out that the Thunder were dissatisfied with the referee calling a common foul just now, thinking that Chandler's action was too big, it should be a malicious foul!
The appeal was fruitless, and the angry Westbrook hammered the cup on the technical table, the water splashed all over the floor, and he successfully got the technical offender.

The audience cheered, they were excited about the "wiseness" of the referee.

Westbrook looked helpless, stood in front of the Thunder bench with his hands on his hips and shook his head.

Perhaps after the game, the Oklahoma City people will form a bridge with Los Angeles, because they think their team has encountered unfair treatment at Staples, and all members hold their breath.

Thunder owner Clay Bennett was also there, his face livid.

It was the Garrett family behind the big man who moved the Sonics from Seattle to his hometown of Oklahoma, thus allowing this small city to have the first "Big Four" team.

Bennett is called the "hibernating snake" by Seattle fans. Now this snake is sitting in the Staples Center watching the team he has painstakingly managed. As for what is in his mind, no one knows.

Opposite him is the members of the Bass family who own the Lakers. Jenny controls the team and is in full swing.

Walton assigned Lin Feng, who made 95.7% of his free throws, to perform technical free throws, which is equivalent to giving away two points and the ball for nothing.

Lin Feng walked to the free throw line confidently, and all Lakers fans were as confident as him.

ABC's live commentator Jeff Van Gundy thinks Lin Feng will undoubtedly hit both free throws.

"I never doubted Gary Smith's free throws, just like I never doubted Yao Ming."

The three bigwigs on the TNT commentary table started betting. Barkley and Kenny bet on Lin Feng's first free throw, while the commentator O'Neill had to bear the pain and miss because of the effect of the show.

"God, why didn't I bet first? That's 95.7% shooting! It's like betting on whether I'll get a rebound in front of Nate Robinson!"

O'Neill spread his hands, shook his head, and reluctantly took out ten dollars.

Barkley laughed loudly, "Shaq, you must know that the commentary contract offered by TNT is much higher than mine, so it is normal for you to bleed a little. I believe everyone who watches the game will think so. .”

Kenny Smith agrees, "That's right man, a guy who joined halfway gets more money than me, time for us to get our balance back!"

Lin Feng became the focus of the audience, and the on-site scorer even mistakenly entered two points in advance, because the entire Los Angeles Lakers, nothing is more reliable than Lin Feng's free throws.

At ten past nine in the evening, the night sky was pitch black.

In the library of Canyon High School, Ursula was quietly reading a book, preparing for the upcoming exam.

Suddenly, her heart trembled so violently that she couldn't even hold the pen.

"Gary?" Ursula suddenly thought of Lin Feng. For some reason, she had a bad premonition.

"Ursula?" The girlfriend next to her asked in surprise.

"Oh nothing, just feeling a little uncomfortable."

On the way back to the dormitory, Ursula felt like she had never felt before. She didn't know what it meant, but her head hurt like an electric shock.

She knew that Lin Feng was playing a game now, so no one would answer the phone, Ursula felt inexplicably heartbroken.

Lin Feng walked to the free throw line, heaved a sigh of relief, and made the free throw action in advance.

The referee threw him the ball and blew his whistle.

Lin Feng habitually turned on the anticipation to find his best free throw action.

But a scene that frightened him appeared. No matter how hard Lin Feng tried, his consciousness went blank, like a power outage, without any prediction at all!
How can this be?

Lin Feng was sweating coldly on his back. He didn't know what happened, but what was clear was that at this moment, he lost the "three-second prediction" that allowed him to gallop in the NBA arena!
The thing that worried him all the time happened!
In the final 52-point miracle game against the Trail Blazers, he was unable to turn on the prediction due to physical exhaustion. This is easy to understand, just like not being able to turn it on due to insufficient battery.

But now, only in the second quarter, Lin Feng thought that he was physically fit and didn't even have any loss, but the magical prediction disappeared out of thin air!
"Gary! Throw it!"

LeBron, who was behind him, was about to time out and shouted to remind him.

Lin Feng made a hasty free throw without any prediction. This time he shot the basketball with his own ability.

Bang, hit the front of the basket!

The audience was filled with regret. From the perspective of the [-] fans present, this was just one of the few free throws that Lin Feng missed, just like Harden who averaged [-] or [-] free throws per game missed one or two free throws.

On the TNT commentary stand, Barkley and Kenny Smith hugged their heads, "God, Shaq got lucky and won less than 5% of the time!"

O'Neal, who had no hope at first, was happy like a child, "Good job Gary! This is the first time I'm happy that you didn't make a shot!"

Lin Feng woke up from his trance, he realized that he had lost the three-second prediction, whether it was temporary or permanent, it probably meant that he had to use his true ability to finish the game.

There was no one in front of him except the basket.

Before the second free throw, Lao Zhan came over and whispered a few words to Lin Feng, which meant that he should not care about it and focus on the next shot.

Lin Feng nodded and jumped a few times on the spot to prepare for the second ball.

This time he could hear his heart pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

The basketball is shot, and it deviates from the line while flying in the air.

Xuete, who usually relies on predictions, lost his real-time ability when he made free throws!
(End of this chapter)