nba: legend maker

When the whole audience knew that Wu Hang would perform the last throw, he himself had nothing to hide.

"Give me the ball and let me kill the game. "

During this short pause, Wu Hang only said this sentence.

"Toot!".

At the end of the timeout, the East team served at halftime.

Compared to the east, it is the players in the west who are more nervous now.

Defend this goal, and the two teams will see each other in overtime.

If they can't prevent it, then all that awaits them is tonight's defeat.

In other words, they have lost the initiative.

1.7 seconds, must be able to catch the ball and shoot.

Beasley stuck to himself like a plaster of dog skin, and no matter how much Wu Hang interspersed and ran, he couldn't shake him off.

No matter how hot your hand is, as long as you can't get the ball, nothing will help!

Nolan Smith was anxiously watching his teammate's movement from outside the bounds, looking left and right, but he couldn't find a chance to send the ball out, and he was about to face a service violation!

“PASS！"

Suddenly, a voice came into his ear, and looking at the source of the sound, Wu Hang rushed directly to the basket!

Beads of sweat slid down Nolan Smith's forehead, and the five-second violation was about to expire.

There was no time left to think, and Nolan Smith threw the ball straight to the basket.

Already aware of Wu Hang's ricochet ability, Nolan Smith's ball was deliberately passed high.

The rest is left to fate!

No one expected Nolan Smith to throw the ball inside, and all the players on the court stared intently at the basketball flying in the air, as if time had stood still.

At the same time, Beasley, who had been sticking to Wu Hang's side, spread his arms and jumped high.

At first glance, this is simply a replica of Wu Hang's steal before!

As soon as Beasley touched the ball lightly, the game would undoubtedly go to overtime.

Beasley's long arms were stretched to the extreme, but the basketball still swiped mercilessly through his fingertips.

"Damn, the ball is still rising!".

Beasley turned back in chagrin to find a large shadow looming over his eyes.

Wu Hang grabbed the basketball that was still on the rise, and glanced down at Beasley in front of him.

It's jumping higher than you! It's pressing your head!

But the moment your fingers make contact with the ball, the timer starts to recount!

1.6...

1.5...

1.4...

Every audience in the audience stared at Wu Hang in the air with bated breath, 1.7 seconds is fleeting, what will he do with this ball?

Wu Hang clenched his back teeth: "The new account and the old account are in this ball...... Let's do the math!".

“BOOM！"

Wu Hang did not choose to jump again after landing, but smashed the ball directly into the basket through Beasley!

At the moment of the partition, Wu Hang curled his knees slightly and pressed them against Beasley's waist.

Under the tremendous impact, Beasley fell face down and fell hard to the floor!

"Bang!".

The wooden floor made an earth-shattering sound, almost at the same time as the crash!

It hurts just by listening to the sound!

"Toot!".

At the end of the game, the referee signaled that the goal was valid!

This is not only a slam dunk! It is also a revenge for Beasley's "stepping up" behavior!

The teammates on and off the field flocked to Wu Hang like crazy, tonight's game is a real turnaround!

Under the cheers and hugs of his teammates, Wu Hang looked back at Beasley, who was slowly getting up from the ground, his mouth was full of blood, and one of his front teeth was knocked out, looking embarrassed!

As the whistle blew for the game, scouts and managers on and off the pitch got to work.

"Hey, Michael. "

John Paxson picks up the phone and the caller ID is: Michael Jordan.

That's right, the call came from the Joe gang leader, the old hooligan, and the basketball god Michael Jordan we all know.

"Hey, John, did you watch that McDonald's race?".

"I'm on the spot, what's wrong?".

John Paxson's tone was a little surprised, he didn't expect Jordan to care about this kind of high school event.

"Oh my God, I haven't seen a kid in years who can get my blood pumping, and when my two sons told me that the standout McDonald's game this year was a Chinese player, I thought they were joking until I turned on the TV...... Guess what I saw? Trust me, I have to sign him in this year's draft!".

"But we already have Ben Gordon and Ruhr Deng on the outside, and this year's plan is to strengthen the inside. "

"Come on, John, we've got too many mediocre players on our team, he's got the scoring ability, he's the leader, he's the piece of the puzzle that Chicago needs the most!".

After a few pleasantries, John Paxson hung up the phone.

Wu Hang's talent can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, how could he not know?

However, just through the scout's data query, in the past three years, Wu Hang has hardly played in Stuyvesant High School, and he is considered a marginal figure, and the sudden outburst may be just a flash in the pan.

And... He's a rookie who was looked up to by the basketball god.

You must know that Jordan is a famous god, and the hand-picked champion Xiu Kuame-Bulang and Tanhua Xiu Adam Morrison have all been crowned with the title of parallel goods.

This phone call made John Paxson fall into deep thought.

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On the other side of the court, Rockets scout Simone was dialing general manager Daryl Morey.

"24.11 seconds? It reminds me of the man, and if they could play on the same court, it would have been fun. "