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The Kings teammates, Kings and Wang Yi fans, and other fans in front of the screen are thinking a lot.
But Wang Yi thought very simply.
Play every round and try to win the ball.
Mitchell on the sidelines couldn't wait to tell Wang Yi that he was only two rebounds away from 60+20+20.
But the head coach stopped him.
"If you tell him now, he risks getting distracted and not being able to focus on the game."
Mitchell shook his head: "No, the boss is not that kind of person. Even if you tell him to score one more point to break the 100-point record, he will focus on every goal."
Wharton nodded upon hearing this.
Wang Yi is indeed such a character.
He is a fighting maniac.
All he cares about is always fighting.
During the game, he doesn't care about these at all.
As for the data, it was just a bonus when he fought.
It is equivalent to sending the phone charge.
But to be on the safe side, Wharton stopped Mitchell: "It's better to wait until the game is over."
Mitchell nodded: "Understood."
At this time, Wang Yi had already walked to the free throw line.
At the scene, although 90.00% of the nine fans hoped that Wang Yi would miss the penalty.
But everyone knows in their hearts that Wang Yi's free throw percentage is as high as 92.5%.
So his free throw opponents can only lament.
The on-site commentator O'Neill also said: "This time we will succeed in playing 4 points. The point difference will be reduced to 3 points. With the current state of the Kings, it is a matter of one ball."
Barkley habitually raised the bar: "Are you sure he will make a penalty?"
O'Neal laughed: "Of course, his free throw percentage is as high as 92.5%, you can hardly expect him to miss free throws."
While talking, Wang Yi took the ball from the coach and shot it quickly.
And then—the speed of light hit O'Neill in the face.
Wang Yi, who used to be very accurate in free throws, now made a free throw that bounced out of the basket.
O'Neill couldn't help shouting: "Oh, please brother, show some face."
Barkley next to him was overjoyed: "Hahahaha... slap in the face... this slap in the face..."
As soon as I said this, I saw Jordan, Nongmei, Bagley and James huddling together under the basket, trying to grab a rebound.
Suddenly, a figure rushed in from the free throw line.
Jump up.
Before the thick eyebrows and Bagley even took off, he had already jumped high.
Stretching his long arm, separated from Bagley and Nongmei, he caught the ball with one hand in the air.
Seeing this, Nongmei jumped up and wanted to block the cover.
However, it was too late.
The big hand pressed the ball and slammed the ball into the basket.
Supplementary deduction!
Subsidy for every two people!
The [-] spectators and all the staff focused their attention on the figure hanging on the basket in an instant.
On the blue jersey, there is a big "0".
Kings!
Number 0!
Wang Yi!
"Wow—"
There was an uproar at the scene.
After Wang Yi missed a free throw, he even grabbed a rebound and made a dunk by himself!
Barkley laughed halfway, but couldn't stop laughing.
This time it was O'Neill's turn to turn on the taunt mode.
"The speed of light hits the face? Who said the speed of light hit the face? Oh, Buckley, is that you? You said this word well, and I will remember it for a lifetime."
Barkley smiled awkwardly, but didn't speak.
"Oh--"
In the Tencent NBA live broadcast room, Yang Yi almost roared out.
"Supplementary deduction! Supplementary deduction after two people!"
Wang Shipeng also exclaimed in amazement: "Good shot!!! There are many insiders, and Brother Yi can grab the rebound and put the ball directly into the basket. This bounce, this wingspan, tsk tsk, is really enviable."
Duan Ran: "Brother Yi is so ruthless that he can even dunk his own people, let alone opponents."
"69 points, 19 rebounds and 20 assists!"
Mina reminds the excited three.
“毅哥已经打破了NBA历史单场三分纪录，20投15中。现在又拿下了69分，只差一人分和一个篮板，就能完全达成70+20+20的神迹。”
The three male commentators also became excited.
"look forward to!"