NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 170 This guy is crazy
After Wang Yi scored three LOGO three-pointers in the opening game, he directly detonated the scene.

Even though it was an away game, almost all the fans stood up.

"What the hell is this style of play? I've never seen it before."

"This guy is crazy, absolutely crazy!"

An old fan who seemed to be over 70 years old shook his head repeatedly:
"I've been watching the game for more than 50 years, and I've never seen it played like this."

The bald commentator Flowell was so excited that his glasses almost fell off.

Quickly pushed up with his hand: "oh~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harper, what did you just say? You guys are definitely a damned prophet, a reverse prophet. You Say he's not playing well like this, you say he won't score three in a row, what is this?"

Harper, a brown-haired man in a brown checked suit, stared into his brown eyes in disbelief.

Holding his head with both hands, the movement is exactly the same as that of the Lakers coach Keboer.

"Mysterious power from the East! This must be a mysterious power from the East! Otherwise, there is no way to explain it."

On Huaxia's side, all the fans who watched the webcast seemed to see Jordan's ultimate lore.

Some worshiped, some jumped up and knocked over their chairs, some suddenly yelled "strike" during class, and their mobile phones were confiscated.

Wang Zhihuang leaned directly on the window of the dormitory, and shouted without hesitation:

"Brother Yi, my male god—"

"Brother Yi, I declare you—"

Her shout also got a response from the male dormitory across the distance:

"You do not deserve--"

Li Fei laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up:
"Grass-holding Wang Zhihuang, will you pierce your heart?"

At the scene, after Wang Yi scored the third LOGO three-pointer, he turned his head suddenly.

Bloodthirsty eyes stared at the four guys.

Seeing this, the four drunk accomplices couldn't help but thump in their hearts.

The eyes of this oriental man are terrifying.

If it seemed to kill them before, it seemed to eat them now.

After a while, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief until Wang Yi looked away.

The huge Adam's apple of the guy with the dreadlocks squirmed, and then barely stood up.

He planned to yell at Wang Yi again.

But the other three quickly held the guy down.

"You still want him to shoot that goddamn logo [-] again?"

Little Dirty Braid reluctantly said: "I don't believe...he still dares to vote like that."

"Crazy!" roared the yellow-haired black man next to him, "He's a lunatic! A lunatic can't be predicted by common sense at all. What can't a lunatic do?!"

The little dreadlock was also a little guilty, and reluctantly said:

"That...then let him go for now."

Said quickly sat down.

At the same time, in the square outside the arena.

There are more than 4 people standing and watching the game.

But at this time, the more than 4 people were completely silent.

Like an empty museum at three o'clock in the middle of the night.

These 4 people may come from all over the world;
They are of different ages, have different skin colors, and have different personalities.

But at this time their actions were surprisingly consistent.

Everyone is looking at the huge big screen.

Everyone opened their mouths, as if they had just swallowed an egg whole.

Everyone's eyes widened, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

At the entrance on the southeast side of the square, a black man with a bald head just walked over.

Cursing while walking:
"Isn't it just scolding a few rubbish? You actually kicked me out. Rubbish, what the hell is a bunch of rubbish!"

"I paid for it, so why not let me watch the game!"

He was the drunk who was asked out of the arena by security before.

After all the fuss just now, the wine was half sober.

I can only come to the square to watch the ball.

But at this moment, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

In this square with more than 4 people, no one made a sound.

Everyone stood there, motionless.

It's like more than 4 zombies roaming the streets where there are no living people.

This situation is extremely strange.

The drunk man was so frightened that he was completely sober.

The next moment, these 4 people suddenly erupted with a huge bang.

"Wow—"

The sudden loud sound startled the drunk.

The legs are almost limp.

At this time, those people finally made normal human voices.

"Oh--"

"Damn-"

"God, is this guy crazy?"

"One minute into the game, three LOGO three-pointers. Am I watching a football game or watching a hot-blooded basketball anime?"

The drunk man was surprised when he heard this.

Three LOGO three-pointers in the first minute!

Who is so crazy?
Surprised, he quickly looked at the big screen.

Seeing this, he was completely dumbfounded.

It's that Chinese man!

It was the Chinese man who was insulted by him just now.

This guy, is he going crazy?
And that's not the scariest of all.

The scariest thing was that every time he scored a goal, he looked at his four companions.

When the camera took a close-up of him, those black eyes were full of bloodlust.

As if to kill!
No, he wanted to eat his four companions!
If the eyes of Jordan and James were called the eyes of death, then what is the name of this Chinese man's eyes at this time?
Bloodthirsty Eyes!

A close-up of Wang Yi's bloodthirsty pupils was magnified by a thousand times on the big screen in the square.

Seeing this look, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"This guy……"

"It seems to be killing people!"

The drunkard felt even colder in his heart.

At the same time, he was also secretly rejoicing.

Fortunately, he was brought out in advance, otherwise he would have to bear this terrible gaze himself.

He also secretly sympathized with his four companions.

With those eyes staring at them, they wouldn't pee their pants.

At the scene, the commentator Flowell saw the close-up of Wang Yi's eyes and couldn't help but be taken aback:
"That look, reminds me of Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, LeBron James. Whenever they look like that, it shows they're pissed off. They're going to..."

Harper with short brown hair next to him added: "Kill!"

Side seating area.

Lakers coach Vogel looked at Wang Yi and saw that he no longer had a smile on his face as usual.

His eyes were full of murderous intent.

He couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Wang, is there any problem?"

James answered for Wang Yi: "He has no problem, he just wants... to kill!"

As the former No.1 in the league, he knows this feeling all too well.

When a player with super offensive firepower is irritated, then a killing is inevitable.

Vogel also understood this. He said to Wang Yi:

"Wang, I understand your feelings. But if you play again, you can't be so reckless. Otherwise, your physical fitness will not last until the end of the second quarter."

Wang Yi nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."

Mavericks coach Kidd shook his head again and again at this time.

As a point guard who has played in the league for many years, he also understands what that look means.

But he can't tell these young players.

He could only say: "No matter how crazy he is, we should not be moved by him and not be frightened by him. Just practice as usual."

(End of this chapter)