The King of the NBA

"With more than 4 minutes left, we still lead by 9 points."

"Yeah, I'm really worried."

"It's okay, I will definitely overtake it, I will definitely do it."

In the auditorium, the Chinese fans were very nervous.

This is an 8-in-4 game, which means it is self-evident.

"Huh." Ning Yi took a deep breath, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must win, win this game, and never just lose to the Spanish team.

Entering the top eight is not Ning Yi's goal, he has to go further, maybe everyone thinks that entering the top eight is enough, but it is not for him!

The Huaxia men's basketball team attacked.

After the ball reached the front court, it was handed over to Ning Yi. Ning Yi took a look at the situation on the court, pulled him to one side, and then passed the ball to Yi Jianlian. Yi Jianlian played singles and failed to score, but caused a foul.

Swish!

Swish!

Two free throws were made, and the point difference was 7 points.

But turned around, Spain also scored a goal.

In the next two or three rounds, both sides failed to score, and the game time passed quickly. Because they failed to score, the rhythm seemed to be faster, as if the time suddenly became much faster.

This situation is not good for the Huaxia men's basketball team. In the blink of an eye, there are only more than two minutes left in the fourth quarter, and the Huaxia men's basketball team is still 7 points behind.

"Not enough time." Yi Jianlian frowned.

Ning Yi was also frowning, stretching his hands at his teammates for the ball, then pinching the ball around his waist, looking coldly at Reyel in front of him. Reyel also looked at Ning Yi, his pupils shrank, and he was ready.

"Pull away!"

Ning Yi made a gesture to his teammates, and then started to act. With a cross step, he controlled the ball with his left hand and shot it behind him. Suddenly, he dribbled the ball behind his back, and his body also moved to the right. Holding the ball with his right hand, his speed exploded.

"Don't even think about it." Reyer retreated and got stuck.

Ning Yi couldn't take a step, but he immediately changed direction again, with a very large range, a bit similar to Durant's change of direction in front of his body, his body swayed, and he instantly distanced himself from Reyer, with his feet on the floor. With a whoosh, he rushed past Reyel.

This time, Reyel couldn't stop him anymore, he could only watch Ning Yi pass by, but he reached out and pulled, but he didn't touch anything.

Seeing that Ning Yi passed Reyer, the Spanish team immediately shrunk the line of defense. Ning Yi jumped into the penalty area and jumped up, his body in the air, but Gasol's big fan-like hands almost blocked all the shooting space above his head .

With awe in his heart, Ning Yi retracted the protruding ball and twisted his body in the air.

At this moment, time seemed to be stagnant, and gravity seemed to have lost its effect on Ning Yi. He actually stopped in the air, and for a moment, he seemed to be still.

"This..." Gasol was stunned.

Little Gasol had already started to fall, and Ning Yi started to move again from stillness.

I saw Ning Yi lifting the ball. Although his body was also falling, he curled up into a ball, held the ball in his right hand, sent it from the middle of Gasol's arm, and gently picked it towards the basket.

Swish!

With a soft sound, the goal was scored, and the score was 5 points.

On the sidelines, the Spanish coach's expression changed and he immediately called a timeout.

When the timeout came back, the game became more intense. First, Gasol was knocked down by Yi Jianlian for a layup, and then Ning Yi missed a three-pointer. Zhai Xiaochun rushed inside and jumped up, throwing himself In the air, regardless of whether he will fall or get injured, his hands are only focused on holding the ball.

boom!

beep!

Zhai Xiaochun fell to the ground, the referee whistled and gave Gasol a foul.

"Zhai Xiaochun."

"How are you?"

Ning Yi, Yi Jianlian, Guo Ailun, and Li Muhao all stepped forward.

Zhai Xiaochun was lying on the ground. It was obvious that the fall was not light. His face was twisted due to the pain. He gasped for cold air with his mouth open. After more than ten seconds, he let out a breath of foul air. He forced a smile and said, "The ball belongs to us, right?"

"You still care about the possession of the ball, let's care about yourself first." Ning Yi's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help but angrily said.

"Hey, I'm fine, just a small problem." Zhai Xiaochun chuckled, as if his pain was involved, his face twitched.

Zhai Xiaochun fought too hard for this ball, and was seriously injured. He was helped off by his teammates, but he also won an offensive ball for the Huaxia Men's Basketball Team.

Before the end of the game, Zhai Xiaochun turned his head and suddenly said to Ning Yi: "Ning Yi, we also want to win this game. You are never alone. Brother, you must win. I will cheer for you on the sidelines."

"Don't worry." Ning Yi felt hot in his heart.

Zhai Xiaochun was replaced by Ding Yuhang.

The Huaxia men's basketball team has the right to the ball and serves the sideline ball. Guo Ailun takes the ball and walks around the outside line. Suddenly, a breakthrough pass is given to Ding Yuhang. Ding Yuhang makes a fake move, which is also a breakthrough. In the hands of Ning Yi.

"This time, we must score." Ning Yi took the ball and shook his wrist.

Swish!

The basketball is hollow into the net.

This is a three-pointer, chasing the point difference to only 2 points in one fell swoop!

In the auditorium, the fans all stood up. There was only a little more than a minute left, and the score was 2 points. Who will win in the end?

Spain attacked.

This time they were very patient. After the offensive clock was over, Gasol finally took the shot, but the ball missed. Yi Jianlian roared, grabbed the rebound, and hugged tightly.

The Huaxia men's basketball team attacked.

Ning Yi took the ball directly from the bottom line, pushed himself to the frontcourt, made a pick-and-roll with his teammates, and then accelerated the breakthrough. Naturally, the Spanish team would not let Ning Yi break through and score easily. There were already people waiting inside, and Ning Yi did not force it. He chose to split the ball because Ding Yuhang was in a better position than him: "Ding Yuhang, shoot!"

The sound arrives and the ball arrives.

Ding Yuhang's heart was shocked. He didn't expect that Ning Yi would pass the ball to him in the last tens of seconds, but Ning Yi dared to pass the ball to him at this time. Why wouldn't he dare to shoot? Ding Yuhang gritted his teeth, regardless of the defender who was rushing over, his eyes were only on the basket, and he jumped up with a flick of his wrist.

Swish!

The goal is scored, and the point difference is evened out!

crazy.

At this moment, the Huaxia fans went crazy, but the Huaxia men's basketball players had no time to celebrate. The Spanish team had no timeout, and they immediately launched a counterattack.

And, they scored this goal!

With 4 seconds left in the fourth quarter, they scored a goal to regain their lead by 2 points.

"beep"

Gong Lu tweeted a pause.

This is the last pause.

In the auditorium, the fans were very quiet, and everyone was very nervous. With 4 seconds left, the Spanish team led by 2 points. In principle, the Huaxia men's basketball team still had a chance, but 4 seconds, it was too nervous.

In a blink of an eye, the pause is over.

Back again, the Huaxia men's basketball team served the ball, and the Spanish team was man-to-man. Ning Yi was naturally the focus of care, but relying on tactical cover, Ning Yi still got the ball, but there was another Fernandez in front of him immediately.

"4 seconds, there is no time to delay, I can only force it." Meng Yun was serious in his heart, and before he could think too much, he suddenly accelerated, and then changed direction instantly. Fernandez was not slow to react, and immediately moved to the left, but Ning Yi immediately Another pull-back crotch dribble, pulls the ball back, and the man has reached the left three-point line near the sideline, and he jumps up and leans back.

Fernandez also jumped up and rushed towards the basketball, but Meng Yun leaned back. After all, he still couldn't touch the ball. He only touched Meng Yun's arm, but the ball had already been shot.

Swish!

boom!

The timer ran out, the ball was scored, and Ning Yi fell to the ground.