"King! He's ready to go on stage. You can hear the applause from the audience.”
Van Gundy gave an expectant look as he explained.
In the last game, Wang Ting almost stopped the pistons twice with his own strength, which shocked everyone up and down the pistons.
He wondered if this amazing Asian kid could perform the same scene this time.
On the sidelines, Atkinson held Wang Ting's shoulder and said,""Wang, the difference in points between the two sides is quite large now, and the morale of the team is also quite bad. I allow you to use individual play to chase up points.”
The coach sent the sixth player on early because he valued the latter's scoring ability.
As long as Wang Ting could score effectively, he could play solo.
In other words, Wang Ting was now able to enjoy unlimited firepower and was the core of the team.
"Understood."
Wang Ting nodded and stepped onto the court.
When he stepped into the venue, his eyes met Emma Stone again.
The two of them stared at each other for a second or two.
Suddenly, Sister Stone smiled.”
Wang Ting was slightly stunned, then made a gesture of understanding.
At the same time, the camera happened to be aimed at them. The scene of Emma cheering for Wang Ting was captured by the cameraman.
"See, Miss Stone is cheering for the king.”Van Gundy was half teasing and half envious." Wang, don't let Miss Stone down.”
Towards the commentator's teasing, Sister Stone's expression was quite natural. She basically did not react.
Although she did not have much experience in relationships, she was not a little girl anymore. She would not be shy easily.
Moreover, she was purely cheering for the home team's players and had no other intentions.
Taylor looked at his friend with a faint smile, but he didn't say anything.
His gaze returned to the arena.
When Wang Ting came on, the players of the Knicks more or less showed a solemn expression.
Before the game, they had analyzed the video of the game between the Raptors and the Nets the day before yesterday and came to a conclusion.
Wang Ting's personal scoring ability might be on the same level as those star guards.
Compared to Russell, the boss of the Nets, the Knicks were more afraid of Wang Ting.
Manager Fizdale turned around and said to a player on the bench,""Emanuel, go up and replace Mario. You'll be in charge of defending against the King.”
Emanuel's full name was Emanuel Moidier.
Friends who knew about CBA would definitely be familiar with him.
This person had played in Guangdong before and had undergone the transformation of the basketball team. He later became the No. 7 show of the 2015 class, and was in the same class as Bojin and Russell.
Moidier was not a qualified defender when defending without the ball, but if he encountered an opponent with the ball, his defensive ability would become very good.
Fizdale knew very well that in the current scoring environment, once the Nets sent Wang Ting on the court, there was a high chance that Wang Ting would play solo with the ball, and Moody could play a role at this moment.
"Yes, coach."
Moidier took a deep breath and took off his coat. His eyes instantly turned cold, as if he was treating the Chinese defender as his mortal enemy.
He actually had a good impression of China. When he participated in the draft, he even put a sticker of the Chinese flag on his jacket. He often had some goodwill towards the players from China.
However, having a good impression was one thing, and the mission was another.
Moody had already made up his mind and was prepared to do his best to lock Wang Ting down.
"Beep-"
The whistle sounded and the match continued.
The moment Wang Ting received the ball from his teammate's sideline, he immediately accelerated and rushed forward. In an instant, he arrived at the Knicks 'half.
On the other side, Moidier was already prepared. He immediately rushed forward aggressively and stuck close to his opponent.
This guy was 10 centimeters taller than Wang Ting, and his body was also stronger than the latter. He stood there like a wall, unable to budge no matter how hard he tried.
However, Wang Ting did not intend to fight head-on. He directly swayed his body and suddenly charged over from the left.
Moidier pressed forward step by step, sticking to him like a dog's skin.
At this moment, Wang Ting passed the ball to Carroll and quickly left the spot to run without the ball.
Seeing that the other party had given up on the one-on-one fight, Moidier couldn't help but let down his guard.
However, after Carroll dribbled the ball for a second or two, he passed it back.
At this moment, Wang Ting was standing two meters away from the three-point line.
A bad premonition suddenly rose in Moidier's heart, and he hurriedly pounced forward.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The next moment, Wang Ting jumped high into the air and made a jump shot.
The audience widened their eyes.
Shooting from two meters away from the three-point line?
Did this Asian kid really want to shoot? Did he think he was Curry?
Then, the basketball drew a perfect arc in the air and fell quickly and steadily toward the basket.
"Swoosh!"
Three-pointer, in!
“Bang！”
Michael Brin couldn't help but shout out his classic commentary, his tone sounding particularly passionate.
Wang Ting actually did it. He threw an unbelievable three-pointer!
To be honest, this shot was very unreasonable. The position and timing of the shot were not very good. If it did not go in, Atkinson would definitely be so angry that he wanted to hit someone.
However, Wang Ting was just too awesome. He had f * cking hit it!
On the other side, Moidier looked at Wang Ting in a daze, his gaze somewhat dull.
F * ck, he could even enter like this?
How am I supposed to defend against such an unsolvable three-pointer?
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