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135 Christmas War Nine

Unsolvable mid-range shot, the theoretical mid-range shot hit rate is 70%, which increases or decreases with the different defensive intensity.

Wen Hao looked at this piece of information in his mind, first he was startled, and then he was overjoyed.

He dreamed of hitting a mid-range shot on the court, but because of his lack of self-confidence, he basically did not dare to take a shot from the mid-range on the court. But now, when he needs the mid-range shot the most, he suddenly has a skill like an unsolvable mid-range shot. In theory,

The shooting rate reached 70%, which was a sudden blessing for him. Just like a pedestrian in a scorching desert encounters an oasis, or a ship on a dark sea sees a lighthouse, it provides help in times of need, and fans when it is hot...

When Wen Hao was happy with this information in his mind, the Lakers had already seized the opportunity to play another fast break.

McHale was already a little angry on the sidelines. Wen Hao passed a good assist, but he was easily counterattacked. This was simply intolerable to him. He wanted to replace Wen Hao and wait for the next dead ball to replace Wen Hao.

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At this time, the Rockets attacked, Jeremy Lin dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, and wanted to hand it to Wen Hao in the low post, but Kobe Bryant's defense was unrelenting.

Jeremy Lin had no choice but to try to find other opportunities, but the Lakers, perhaps because of Kobe's leading role, the defensive intensity of other players also increased. Everyone in the Rockets almost touched the ball, but could not find an opportunity.

Passed around, the ball came to Wen Hao's hands again.

At this time, Wen Hao was holding a basketball and standing one step outside the free throw line.

When facing him, Kobe still adopted the strategy of taking a step back and defending.

When the audience saw No. 5 taking the ball, they cheered again, and this time the voice was louder and more orderly than ever before, as if they had practiced it a thousand times: "Pitch one, cast one, cast one...

…”

Best actor Nicholson also became excited, raising his hands and shouting with the fans: "Vote one, vote one, vote one..."

"Oh, poor Chinese." The narrator, Harlan, said with a tone of sympathy or ridicule.

"It's so pitiful that there is no basket." Klee, a big-mouthed man, directly mocked him.

"As a point guard, I can't even make a mid-range shot. Alas..." Reggie Miller shook his head, seeming a little regretful.

D'Antoni crossed his arms over his chest, with a smile on his face and a slight upturn in his mustache.

Wen Hao held the ball, looked at Kobe's burning eyes, and listened to the roaring "shoot one" around him. A familiar feeling slowly rose in his heart. This was what he had experienced thousands of times when he practiced shooting.

Feeling. In the past, this feeling only occurred during practice, but today, after that piece of information flooded into my mind, this feeling began to emerge slowly.

He raised his head and looked over Kobe's head, looking at the red basket not far away. At this moment, Kobe's gaze, the roaring mountains and tsunamis around him, D'Antoni's smile, and the commentator's ridicule seemed to have nothing to do with him. He

All he could see was the red basket.

Bend your knees, jump up, lift the ball, jump, straighten your arms, shake your wrists, and shoot. The whole movement is done in one go, completely natural, just like it should be.

The arc drawn by the orange-red basketball in the air is so perfect that it can bring an end to any fairy tale.

The next moment——

"Uh-huh."

The high-speed camera captured the arc of the basketball, and the microphone behind the backboard took in the clear and sweet sound without missing a beat, and then amplified it a hundred times from the on-site speakers through radio waves, overwhelming the sound from the nearby speakers.

The taunts, jeers, and discussions of 20,000 people filled their ears with unparalleled momentum.

At this moment, quiet!

The whole world fell silent, and Staples was frozen.

People's minds were so shocked that they went blank for a short period of time.



After a while, finally, the sound of someone swallowing saliva was heard. This sound woke up the spectators nearby: "Chinese...Chinese shot..."

“Can’t he not make a mid-range shot?!”

"He can actually hit the field goal!!"

"Did I see it wrong? This Chinese can actually hit the mark!!!"



The commentator, Harlan, had his eyes wide open and the expression on his face was full of surprise: "He...he made a mid-range shot?!"

"Oh, ***, he actually made a mid-range shot!" Big-mouthed Klee's "***" was not a curse, it was purely out of surprise.

Reggie Miller was even more surprised. As a former super shooter, his experience in shooting far exceeds that of others. In his opinion, as a person who has never made many mid-range shots since he entered the NBA, he is basically a mid-range shooter.

It's impossible to shoot because such a person's self-confidence has hit rock bottom.

But this Chinese actually shot like that, and his shooting posture was so graceful and smooth, all in one go, without any sloppiness. Even from the perspective of Miller, a legendary shooter, it can be rated as excellent, which is really amazing.

In distant China, in the Xinlang live broadcast room, the beauty Zhou Ling'an didn't think it was okay. After all, his understanding of basketball was not as deep as the other two. But Ke Fan and Yang Yi were so shocked that they didn't even speak for a moment.

.It wasn’t until Zhou Ling’an reminded Yang Yi that he spoke: “Unexpected, it’s so surprising.”

At Staples, the smile on D'Antoni's face was completely frozen on the sidelines, and he was in a daze. He really didn't expect that this man who was extremely unsure of his shooting would take the shot so suddenly.

, hit the mid-range shot, this is simply incredible.

Kobe's eyes when he looked at Wen Hao were as cold as ever, without any change.

At this time, everyone on the Rockets stepped forward to high-five Wen Hao. Wen Hao was able to shoot. This was not only a good thing for himself, but also for the entire Rockets. As long as he can shoot, everything will be easy.

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McHale, who originally wanted to replace Wen Hao, also looked at Wen Hao in surprise. After a moment, he shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​replacing him. Let's wait and see again.

At this time, after the initial shock, D'Antoni shook his head, as if to get rid of the shock. He still folded his arms and murmured softly: "Luck, it must be luck."

The commentators on the sidelines also calmed down at this time. They shook their heads slowly and said that this was Wen Hao's "luck" and that he would not be able to shoot again next time. Even if he reluctantly made the shot, he would not be able to hit it again.

Nearly 20,000 Staples fans also shouted words like "luck" and "shit luck", half prophesying and half cursing: "He will definitely not be so lucky next time."

Amid the discussion of these fans, the Rockets attacked again. After several passes, the ball once again came to Wen Hao, who was one step behind the free throw line.

Kobe still didn't step forward and let him go.

"Pitch one, cast one, cast one..."

The fans roared and jeered again.

Wen Hao faced Kobe, slowly raised his head, looked past Kobe, and stayed on the red basket not far away...

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