Conley saw Wang Yi throw the ball high toward the backboard and around Gobert.

He has seen through Wang Yi's intentions.

This is about throwing yourself into trouble.

All the spectators at the scene were very nervous.

More than 20,000 people all stared with bated breath.

Jazz head coach Snyder felt even more nervous, as if his heart was being strangled by a belt.

He couldn't help but clenched his fists, as if he wanted to tear off the waistband.

The Lakers players also held their breath.

At the same time, the millions of viewers in front of the screen did not dare to take a breath.

Wang Meng held the pen in his hand tightly, almost breaking it.

Yang Yi's eyes were fixed on the screen through the lenses.

It's like piercing the screen with your gaze.

Mina nervously held a pair of pink fists, and the pair of small dimples near her mouth also looked a little stiff due to being too nervous.

on site.

Conley saw Wang Yi and wanted to throw himself into trouble.

He took the lead and came behind Gobert, with his back to Wang Yi, blocking Wang Yi's position.

At the same time, he planned to wait for the ball to fall and grab the rebound.

There was even a flash of pride in his heart.

This guy was finally seen through by himself.

However, at this moment, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The next moment, I felt darkness above my head.

A purple figure suddenly jumped up from behind him.

After the basketball hit the backboard, it was obviously still high.

But this guy stood behind him and pulled him up forcefully.

While in the air, open the five fingers of your left hand.

Like a dragon's claws, it catches the falling basketball.

A loud shout.

Bang!

The basketball was forced into the basket by a force of violence.

At this moment, quiet!

The whole place is silent!

If Wang Yi had previously separated the ball, the Energy Solutions Center Arena was completely silent.

So at this moment, the Energy Solutions Center Arena is dead silent!

Deathly silence!

Away silencer?

No, this is the away pump.

It was as if at this moment, Wang Yi completely sucked the air out of the entire Energy Solutions Center Arena.

Sound can't travel inside at all.

Throw yourself and buckle!

And it’s a buckle!

Even the on-site commentator was shocked speechless at this time.

In the Tencent NBA live broadcast room, Wang Meng and Yang Yi both had their eyes widened, their faces flushed, and they smashed their tablets.

"oh------"

"Oh my God——"

The two of them shouted loudly at the same time.

If they were allowed to shout calories at this time, Yang Chaoyue might not be able to do anything.

"Throw yourself and buckle!"

"Dunk! Dunk on Mike Conley!"

"Oh my God, is this a human being?"

"I really can't find words to describe my mood at this time. Sorry, my vocabulary is too short. At this moment, he is a hero, an MVP, and a god-like man!"

The barrage had already exploded.

In addition to the 6's filling the screen, the first one to pop up was Ma Daxiang.

"Brother Yi, I'm convinced! Just wait for me, I'm going to show you the splits while pulling."

But soon, Yang Yi said:

"Don't worry, the Jazz still have 4 seconds to attack. The Lakers have to retreat!"

Wang Meng couldn't hold back his excitement. He spoke very fast and loudly, far exceeding the normal volume:

"But the Jazz didn't have a timeout, they didn't have a timeout. They had to serve the baseline ball quickly, and the Lakers had to retreat quickly."

Caruso also reacted and quickly ran to the backcourt.

His position is closest to the midline and is the first to return to the backcourt.

Wang Yi quickly approached Mitchell and interfered with his dribbling and long passes.

Mitchell had no room for a long pass and could only try to pass Wang Yi through speed.

In fact, he did pass Wang Yi.

Just after passing the center circle, looking at the three Lakers who had already rushed towards him, he quickly pushed the ball out with a horseback archery gesture.

The basketball made a very beautiful line in the air.

Although it was just over a second, it seemed to have lasted as long as a century.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the orange basketball in the sky.

Along with the basketball, it crossed a rainbow-like arc and fell towards the basket.

Bang——

The sound of heavy hammering came.

Basketball rejected Basketball's affectionate confession and closed its heart.

Keep poor basketball at bay.

Frustrated, the basketball bounced high.

The backboard also lights up the red light for basketball.

The basketball fell to the ground in despair, bouncing feebly.

Like the helpless moans of a lovelorn person.

Di————

The whistle at the end of the game completely pronounced basketball’s death sentence: You don’t deserve it.

123:121.

Lakers win!!!

At this moment, in front of all screens.

Hundreds of thousands of Jazz fans sighed with regret.

Millions of Lakers fans embraced and celebrated.

"Holding the grass, Li Fei! My brother Yi is sure to kill! Li Fei, look! My brother Yi is sure to kill!"

A female dormitory at a university.

Wang Zhihuang held Li Fei's head and kept shaking it.

"Wang Zhiliang, please just die and then shake your head."

But Wang Zhilan didn't care: "As long as the breasts don't fall off, that's fine."

A certain neighborhood.
To be continued...