Nba: Five Big Moves At The Start

Lakers (79): (103) Spurs.

The score difference is 24 points.

It’s the fourth quarter, with the last 5 minutes and 20 seconds left.

Qin Rui comes on stage.

Lakers ball.

Qin Rui took the ball from the baseline and pushed forward. Because it was garbage time, it was just to waste time. It doesn't matter whoever holds the ball and pushes forward.

Not just push.

The defensive intensity is also quite low.

At the top of the arc on the left, Qin Rui accelerated and reached the low post on the left. His speed was not fast, but he found that... no player was following behind him.

"Uh-huh!"

[Fixed-point mid-range shot] In the area, Qin Rui hit this mid-range shot steadily.

Qin Rui scored.

But...it doesn't matter. There was no cheering at Staples Arena in Nottingham, and it was still lifeless. Some fans even made innuendoes.

"It's all garbage time, why are you still struggling? Then who are you serious about?!"

"The number one parallel importer can only brush up his data during this time."

Face ridicule.

If it were before, Qin Rui might not be able to bear it.

But at this moment, his heart was as calm as water, and he knew that... if he wanted to dispel all doubts, he would not rely on words, but... strength.

Spurs possession.

Guard Brandon Paul used the screen and directly chose to pull up.

"Clang!"

Blacksmithing does not.

Backboard? !

"Snapped!"

Qin Rui fought hard and won it.

"Uh-huh!"

Rapid advancement in the frontcourt, very fast, this is Qin Rui's natural advantage, and at this moment...he made full use of it.

A one-stop sprint from the frontcourt, reaching the low post on the left, and taking a mid-range shot.

"Uh-huh!"

A crisp penetration sound sounded, and another mid-range shot was scored.

There is no reason not to enter.

In the open position, Qin Rui's mid-range hit rate in the low post area on the left is as high as 100%, and his shots will definitely go in.

Qin Rui scored 4 points in a row.

This also allowed him to further feel the power of his ultimate move.

but......

Neither the players, nor the fans, nor the commentators cared.

until......

"Uh-huh!"

When Qin Rui took off a Spurs substitute, went straight to the frontcourt, and continued to hit a mid-range shot in the low post on the left, he finally attracted attention.

Lakers (89): (103) Spurs.

Qin Rui made 5 of 5 shots and scored ten consecutive points, helping the Lakers narrow the point difference to 14 points, and only 1 minute and 46 seconds passed.

"Huh? What happened to Qin Rui, the top pick in the parallel imports tonight? He made 5 of 5 shots and scored 10 points. It's incredible."

"So what? It's just garbage time to score points. The other Spurs didn't take it seriously at all. The score difference was 14 points, 3 minutes and 34 seconds, so he couldn't even win."

Fans noticed Qin Rui's score, but they were more taunted.

Lakers bench.

Seeing this scene, Walton pursed his lips: "The efficiency is pretty good tonight, but it's a pity that it's in garbage time. It doesn't mean anything unless... you can win the game."

As soon as Wharton put this bold idea in his mind, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

How is that possible?

Spurs bench.

Mr. Popovich's face remained calm, and there was no change in his expression as Qin Rui scored ten consecutive points.

But that's it.

Only when the Lakers substitute players came on the field did they feel nervous. They all knew the old man and knew that... the old man was angry.

"Be more serious on defense."

"Hurry up and end this boring game."

Several Spurs substitutes nodded.

The game continues.

Spurs possession.

Substitute center Luo Wenji's rebounding strength was a little short.

"Snapped!"

Qin Rui grabbed the rebound, advanced forward quickly, reached the low post area on the left, and just threw it without any intention of passing the ball, but...

"Uh-huh!"

Just get in.

Come in again!

"hateful!"

"What kind of luck is this?!"

A Spurs substitute roared in displeasure.

"luck?!"

Qin Rui glanced at him lightly, curled her lips, and then...

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

It was another four consecutive fast-paced offensive rounds, still in the same area, still the same mid-range shot as always. Qin Rui once again scored 4 goals in a row, although the Spurs' defense pounced on the last ball.

But...useless.

After scoring 10 goals in a row, Qin Rui scored 20 points alone. During this period, the negligent Spurs only scored 2 points.

Qin Rui single-handedly helped the team narrow the original 24-point difference to only 6 points.

"What's going on? After looking at the phone for a while, the point difference is only 6 points?!"

A Lakers fan who had no hope for the game and just waited for the game to end watched the game and was shocked.

"Really...really? The parallel import No. 1 pick scored 20 points on 10 out of 10 shots? Who said he was scoring points before? Come and show me."

A fat man looked at Qin Rui's data and his eyes widened.

His words also made those fans who were mocking Qin Rui shut their mouths obediently.

"Six points, only a difference of 6 points, and there is still 1 minute and 51 seconds left. Qin Rui is in great form tonight. At this pace, is there hope for a comeback?!"

A blonde foreign girl shouted in surprise.

"You think too much."

Her friend beside her shook her head.

Below the two of them, there was a man wearing a Kobe jersey. He was surprised and said: "What do you mean?! The score difference was only 6 points, but 18 points were recovered in 3 minutes. Why didn't Popovich call?" pause?!"

"Why not inhibit Qin Rui's performance?!"

Yes.

Popovich did not call a timeout, even though Qin Rui scored 10 goals in a row, revitalizing the previously silent Staples Arena, stirring up the atmosphere in the arena, and closing the point difference to 6 points.

He still didn't call a timeout.

The game continues.

"Snapped!"

The somewhat panicked substitute Brandon Paul wanted to score too much and cared too much about Qin Rui, causing a mistake and passing the basketball directly to Qin Rui's hands.

"Whoosh!"

Qin Rui caught the ball, his eyes focused, and he sprinted forward again.

"Ah~~"

Brandon Paul yelled and retreated quickly, following Qin Rui. He would definitely...definitely not allow him to score again.

"tread!"

Qin Rui charged all the way, went straight to the left low position, made an emergency stop... and pulled up.

"Don't even think about it!"

Brandon Paul roared and jumped up. He was sure that Qin Rui would take this shot. He was prepared to defend in advance and blocked Qin Rui's face, as if he was ready to block the shot.

A near perfect defense.

only......

Qin Rui faced the defense blocking his face and still shot the basketball decisively.

"There's no way this is going in!"

Brandon Paul yelled inwardly.

And the next moment.

"Uh-huh!"

There was a clear sound of penetration, the basketball penetrated the net bag, and another solid hit was made.

boom!

The arena was quiet for a moment, and then burst into thunderous cheers!