NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 199 Conquering Every Court

The home of the Nuggets, Ball Center Arena.

The game is still going on.

Wang Yi, who scored 10 points in just 18 minutes, is sitting off the court to rest.

Altitude sickness made him a little hypoxic, chest tightness, and nausea.

He bowed his head.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead and reached the tip of his nose.

After shaking a few times, he fell to the floor on the tip of his feet with a snap.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

He could hear his own heavy breathing.

This reminded him inexplicably that when he went back to his hometown, he had seen those cattle plowing in the fields.

They stuck out their tongues and their nostrils flared.

There is white foam hanging from the corner of the mouth.

Under the sunlight, these bubbles glow with colorful light.

After a while, that nauseating feeling intensified.

He seemed to want to retch.

He had to raise his head and lean his back against the back of the chair.

Lift your head up and rest it on top of the chair back.

Stretch your arms over the backs of the chairs on either side.

In a trance, he seemed to see the tail of the old scalper flicking away flies and mosquitoes.

Snapped!
At a certain moment, the old scalper's tail suddenly swung quickly, and accurately hit a gadfly that was lying on its buttocks and sucking blood.

The Gadfly was instantly photographed in a radial pattern.

Six legs radiate from around the body.

A large amount of blood exploded in its body.

The flies and mosquitoes around immediately scattered and fled.

……

The camera at the scene also captured this detail of Wang Yi.

Then this picture was presented on the big screen.

When the TV commentator Sanders saw this scene, he slapped the table and shouted excitedly:
"Look, hahahaha...altitude sickness!"

"This guy thinks he is the big devil, he fought so hard at the beginning, now pay the price!"

"Boy, you are too young. Let you experience what a devil's home field is!"

Mediterranean Brown was also full of joy: "This guy has suffered a lot. He will not dare to be arrogant again when he comes to our home court next time."

Seeing this scene, the audience was as excited as Christmas.

Their words are much more vitriolic than the two commentators:

"This sick young man actually went on stage with an illness, he is really disabled and strong."

"Oh—God, you've got a miracle. Come and see this poor thing, his nose is running out. Somebody take pity on him, call an ambulance, please?"

"How did Asia call the Huaxia people in the past, the sick man of East Asia, look, look, this is it!"

Huaxia fans frowned when they saw this scene.

"It's altitude sickness."

"What should I do? Brother Yi, hurry up and inhale oxygen."

"What do you know, if brother Yi is breathing oxygen now, do you know how the audience will laugh at him?"

"Then what should I do? Can I just carry it hard?"

……

The altitude sickness this time was more violent than before at the Jazz's home court.

The reason is that the altitude here is higher than that of the Jazz's home court, and Wang Yi used too much force just now.

The team doctor on the sidelines has prepared oxygen cylinders, and Wang Yi can inhale oxygen at any time.

"Wang...do you need oxygen?"

The voice of the team doctor seemed far away.

Wang Yi shook his head with difficulty.

"Wang, I suggest you suck a little, so that you will be more comfortable."

Wang Yi's lips moved slightly, making a joke with difficulty, and said:
"I'm not a fresh meat... I'd have to go to the hospital if I lost a single hair..."

And what he was thinking in his mind was: a certain naive guy said—one cannot be too comfortable, too comfortable will cause problems.

In fact, no player wants to inhale oxygen in front of an away crowd of [-].

That would make the audience laugh at you as a sick person.

Although Wang Yi couldn't hear the noisy voices of the audience, he could already imagine how the audience laughed at him at this time.

If the picture of him inhaling oxygen is captured again, there may be only one sound in the entire arena: the sound of mocking him.

And after he came to the NBA, he heard the four words most often heard from the audience.

There is another important reason why Wang Yi is unwilling to inhale oxygen: he will come to this arena many times in the future.He can't play every game with an oxygen tank.

So he has to let his body slowly adapt to this altitude and this arena.

The home of the Nuggets is also one of the league's top five devils.

The Warriors who have won 73 times, it is difficult to take away a victory here.

And Wang Yi, if he wants to conquer the NBA, he must conquer every stadium!
Even if you are the home of the devil at an altitude of 1600 meters!

I want to fuck you too!
Shut up all the viewers who laugh at Lao Tzu!

Finally, slowly...

I don't know how long it took, but he felt better.

The team doctor next to him asked, "Wang, do you really not need oxygen?"

The corner of Wang Yi's mouth moved slightly: "Water... just give me water."

The team doctor was also slightly moved.

This is the first time he has seen altitude sickness like this without oxygen inhalation.

This Chinese person is unexpectedly strong and stubborn.

He quickly took water from the coach, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi gulped and drank a few gulps.

His pale complexion seemed to recover a little.

He slowly lifted his head from the back of the chair, turned his head, and stared straight at the malicious cameraman who was taking a close-up of himself.

In his eyes, there was once again the bloodthirsty look he had when facing the Lone Ranger.

He said slowly: "You guys, wait for me!"

The audience shuddered when they saw Wang Yi's bloodthirsty gaze.

But soon they reacted.

"Hehe, the patient is getting ruthless."

"I'm so scared, what should I do? Hahahaha..."

"The sick man in East Asia is so ruthless, so cute."

A spectator raised the beer in his hand, and after finishing speaking, he took a few gulps: "I'm so scared, hahahaha..."

At this time, Wang Yi had already stood up.

Check the time.

There are 3 minutes left in the second quarter.

Look at the score... Nima, it doesn't matter if you don't watch it.

The advantage of 18 points has been eroded to only 11 points.

Wang Yi didn't know that after he left the field just now, the pick-and-roll cooperation between Murray and Mr. Yue showed great power again.

That is to say, James and Nongmei's pick-and-roll can barely return, so that the point difference will not be close to single digits.

But James and Thick Eyebrow also had a little altitude sickness, so they didn't dare to fight the bayonet in the second quarter.

There are two more chapters to come.

The Nuggets coach saw Wang Yi's pale complexion and beaded beads of sweat, and knew that Wang Yi had a high reaction.

He said to Murray: "His altitude sickness is very severe, this is our opportunity!"

Murray was abused by Wang Yi for a few minutes just now, and now he is thinking about getting it back.

Hearing what the coach said, he nodded excitedly: "Don't worry, coach, I will let the next few minutes be engraved in his heart for a lifetime."

On the Lakers side, coach Vogel asked Wang Yi: "Wang, how do you feel?"

Wang Yi stood up like every time before.

He was still a little dizzy and a little nauseous.

Still want to throw up.

But what does that matter?
It's a big deal to spit out the opponent's face.

James encouraged Wang Yi: "Wang, you should know that I used to have cramp in a game and was carried out of the court by my teammates. All the audience were laughing at me at that time. You know how I responded to them."

Wang Yi nodded: "Come back is a key three-pointer."

James didn't say anything more, just patted Wang Yi on the shoulder: "Go and respond to them, use your performance to make them shut up!"

Wang Yi set foot on the court again and glanced around.

He didn't say anything grandiose, and served directly.

Caruso dribbles forward.

But after Wang Yi served the ball, he immediately reached out for the ball.

Caruso seemed to know what Wang Yi was going to do and immediately passed the ball.

Button was already guarding outside the middle circle of the frontcourt at this time.

He knew that Wang Yi had a three-point logo.

Wang Yi dribbled the ball and pushed forward slowly.

Dizziness, chest tightness, these feelings still exist.

But when he's fully committed to the game, those feelings seem to fade a lot.

Looking at Barton standing opposite the LOGO, Wang Yi never crossed the halfway line.

He just stepped on the LOGO in the backcourt, and he directly raised his hand and shot.

"Fake!"

Barton cursed angrily, and rushed forward.

He didn't even think that this guy couldn't even pass the center line, so he shot directly.

Are you really going crazy?
however.

The basketball was like a cannonball, roaring and jumping over Barton's head, flying towards the enemy's position.

Amidst the smoke, there was a loud noise suddenly.

Bang!
And at this moment, there was a dead silence in the arena that was still noisy before.

　This chapter is cool. 2500 words, is it long enough?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)