My Name is Kobe Bryant

"Three plus one! Unbelievable feel! Kobe ignored the defense and hit the goal!" Ma Fu was dumbfounded, explaining that he had seen many three plus ones in so many years, but Kobe's goal still made him passionate.

This is the three plus one that was knocked crooked! What kind of sense of balance and hand feeling is needed to hit! ?

It's just outrageous, outrageous offensive choices, outrageous shooting touch.

Is Kobe going to be super god today?

"Sit down, sit down. These are basic operations." The magician pressed his hands, and many spectators in the stadium stood up and exclaimed.

"It's so handsome! Next time I'll play an emergency stop three plus one!" On the Lakers' bench, Xiaoyu cheered up. He thought he could hit him for this shot.

Kobe made a steady free throw under the unbelievable gaze of Stoudemire.

"Fake! It must be fake! He can't be the real God." Stoudemire murmured.

"No, he's real." Bowen chuckled and whispered to Stoudemire.

Kobe stepped back half court, ready to defend.

Just two minutes into the game, the Lakers scored 9:6 to the Raptors.

The Raptors continued to pass and cut, a series of dizzying moves, and handed the ball to Walter Williams.

Walter Williams made a furious three-pointer and hit again!

The Raptors' offensive touch today also looks quite good, which may also be the reason why the Lakers' defense is a little lax.

Kobe advanced to the frontcourt, pull away! Continue to single out Little Flying Squirrel!

The basketball is flying between Kobe's fingers, like an obedient elf, dancing gracefully.

The rhythmic dribbling makes the little flying mouse feel like an enemy!

"Can you believe it? I can hit threes with my eyes closed."

"What?" Little Momonga couldn't believe his ears.

Forced eyes? Shoot threes? Don't be kidding, even Jordan only dared to play 13 with his eyes closed at the free throw line. How could he force his eyes to shoot in a sports game! ?

It's an international joke!

"Didn't hear clearly? I will be at the top of the three-point arc, in this position, with my eyes closed, with my right hand, and hit a three-pointer!" Kobe's tone was soft, as if taking this matter as easy as drinking water and eating.

"Impossible, I don't believe it!" Damon Stoudemire frowned. Do you really think you are a god? Even if I'm a god, I still want to guard against your shot!

Hehe, Kobe must be trying to use psychological warfare, let me defend him for three-pointers, and then take the opportunity to break through!

I've seen this trick a lot! Do you really think of me as a rookie?

Stoudemire took a step back and looked back nervously to see if anyone from the Lakers came up for the pick-and-roll.

No one picks and rolls, everyone stands in the bottom corner, watching the heads-up between Kobe and Little Flying Squirrel.

Kobe's quiet words were also conveyed to the Raptors' teammates.

"You shoot! Shoot if you have the guts! Close your eyes and make a three-pointer? Do you think the basket belongs to your family?" Camby was the first to get upset and began to boo.

"Attention! Watch out for Kobe's breakthrough!" The honest man Walter Williams reminded his teammates to stand. This is a very correct choice. If he is not facing Kobe, his prediction is very likely to come true.

"Curt, you pinch me." Del Harris was expressionless, and he also heard Kobe's rhetoric.

"Ah, coach, it's not good." Kirtland Biss looked eager to try, but also worried about something. The nickname of narrow-minded Harris is not groundless.

"pinch!"

"Then I pinched?!"

"Let you pinch! Forget it, I'll pinch you." Harris pinched the soft ~ flesh on Curt's waist, and twisted it vigorously.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Looks like I'm not dreaming." Harris would rather it was a dream.

He wants to write a paper-"What should players do if they want to shoot three-pointers with their eyes closed?" "

Headache, coaching such a player is indeed pain and happiness.

Kobe stepped forward.

step!

two steps!

Three steps!

The rhythm of every step seems to be in the heart of Little Momonga.

Will he break through? Or will it dry out?

Does he really want to close his eyes?

No! He must be lying to me! I can't be fooled!

Kobe walked to the position where his index finger was pointing just now, and smiled slightly at the nervous Stoudemire.

I didn't lie to you, I was playing for real.

Close my eyes for three minutes, I am not fully sure.

However, a picture flashed before Kobe's eyes.

At four o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles, on the basketball court in the park, the boy with the pure heart of chasing dreams tried to shoot on the basketball court without lights again and again.

In the dark night sky, only the twinkling stars illuminate him. He shot again and again in this environment! Jump shot!

Back to reality, Kobe closed his eyes.

He wants to find the feeling of that night.

"What? He really closed his eyes!!??" Little Momonga Stoudemire opened his mouth and raised his arms symbolically.

But he closed his eyes, would interference work for him? No!

"Kobe, close your eyes, he jumped! What is he going to do?" the magician roared directly.

"Audacious! Kobe is simply the lunatic in the history of basketball. Who gave him the courage to shoot with his eyes closed? God?" Isiah Thomas finally lived, and began to crazily black Kobe.

Ma Fu, the voice of the NBA, opened his eyes wide, but no words came out of his mouth.

really?

Close your eyes and shoot a three-pointer?

"Curt, hold me!" Harris felt a throbbing pain in his chest.

"In! In! In! In! In! In! In! In! In!" Fisher blew wildly, like a gambler blowing his own dice.

Without saying a word, Big Ben rushed to the basket frantically against Camby.

"Boss, I will be your eternal backing! Even if you miss 10,000 shots! I will take off the rebound and pass it to you!"

Fans of the Sky Arena, scream out loud!

In a chaotic environment, Kobe's heart is so peaceful.

Close your eyes, as if returning to that midsummer night.

Birds and insects are singing, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The same position to take off, the same shot ~ feeling.

The same darkness.

Kobe pulled the ball out of his fingertips, gently as if stroking his lover.

"Such a soft touch?"

Something is wrong! Little Momonga feels something is wrong!

Shouldn't it be coming in?

"Perfect shot! Perfect arc! The basketball flew across the Sky Arena!"

"Impossible, impossible to enter!"

The magician and the smiling assassin exited at the same time, their voices mingled together.

"Shua."

In!

"Entered! Sure enough, I entered! As expected of my boss! Hahahahahaha!" Xiaoyu went crazy, tore off his training uniform, and was about to go on stage to celebrate.

"Calm down, I'm going to be blown away by Crawford!" Byron Scott quickly grabbed Xiaoyu.

Kobe opened his eyes.

"Three points are valid!" Crawford's voice sounded so pleasant for the first time.

Little Momonga Stoudemire knelt in front of Kobe, his eyes full of despair.

"Maybe, he really is God."

Thank you for going well all the way, Fengshan Louwailou, Ouch brother~, Archangel Yan, beggar white man, unified *Kyushu, thank you brothers for your support, they are all familiar faces~~~