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Chapter 92 System Reward! Beat Jordan up again! Scoring 5 points in the Three-Point Contest isn't easy! [Please Subscribe]

Jordan, panting, said, "Here, there's $30 on the table, and I have about $50 in my safe, plus this!"

Jordan pulled a key from his pocket: "My Ferrari's downstairs! If you're so capable, you can drive it away in a bit!"

"You think your piece of junk is worth a million? It's not a wrecked car or flooded, is it? I don't want it if it's been in a serious accident. We Chinese care about that the most. I don't want it if the mileage is too high either. And—"

"My car is a limited edition, custom-made model! I just got it last month, and I can easily resell it for 300 million US dollars!"

"Wouldn't that mean I'd be taking advantage of you?" Lin Ze said generously. "How about this, I don't need your cash, just the car is fine. I've never liked taking advantage of others!"

He then plopped down in a chair and said to a staff member next to him, "Go get a set of mahjong tiles!"

"Wh-what?" The staff member was stunned for a moment, then realized what it was: "Sorry, we don't have mahjong here."

This isn't a professional casino; it's just a place Jordan uses to entertain friends, so it's perfectly reasonable that there's no mahjong.

But Lin Ze was clearly there to cause trouble; he actually looked at Jordan and asked, "Did you give someone a signal?"

"What is it?"

"Hey, did you give him a signal not to bring the mahjong tiles?"

"Fuck you! How could I do something like that?"

"Then let's just pretend we don't have mahjong here." Lin Ze sighed. "He said he'd play anything, but he was just bragging."

After Lin Ze finished speaking, ignoring Jordan's expression that looked like he was about to grow his hair long, he said again, "You must have some playing cards, right? If you still don't, then you just don't want to play. But it's okay, you can buy playing cards anywhere. Just have Karl go downstairs and run an errand."

"Bring the playing cards over!" Jordan waved his hand, and immediately a staff member placed an unopened deck of cards on the table.

"Let's play cards, but we need one more person. Who's up?"

"What?" Jordan swore he had never heard that word at the poker table.

"Which country are you from? You don't even know how to play Dou Dizhu? You must know at least one of those games: 'Big Hoeing,' 'Run Fast,' 'Fifty K,' or 'Tractor,' right?"

"You don't know anything? If you don't know anything, why are you betting?"

Lin Ze got even more excited as he spoke, slamming his hand on the table with a "bang": "You can't do anything! Don't tell me you can do everything and I'm the boss! What are you pretending for?"

It's clear that Barkley, Payton, and Mutombo are all struggling to hold back their laughter.

They never expected that coming to the All-Star game for fun would lead to such a great show, and that they would see Jordan get his comeuppance.

"Next time, if you can't do anything, don't say you can decide what to play. That will make you seem like a sore loser, Michael."

Lin Ze shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's play the simplest game, the simplest game on the card table, one that anyone can play."

As Lin Ze spoke, he unfolded the newly acquired deck of cards and tossed it to Payton, saying, "Gary, could you please shuffle this? Thanks."

"When the hell did you start respecting me like this?" Payton muttered as he shuffled the cards with a whoosh. It was clear that this guy had practiced this skill a lot; his shuffling technique was quite flashy, at least much more flashy than when he played basketball.

Then, Payton threw the deck of cards back onto the table. Lin Ze didn't touch the cards, but looked at Jordan and said, "Draw! It's the simplest game, one card each, compare the size!"

"You play this? Are you crazy?" Jordan looked at Lin Ze. He had been sitting at the gambling table for more than ten years and considered himself to have participated in all kinds of games. He had also participated in many games where he won or lost seven figures or even several million in one night.

But this was truly the first time he had ever drawn a single card, compared its value, and that determined the winner of the 200 million.

"This guy is a complete lunatic!" Sprewell couldn't help but curse.

Even he, a madman, thought Lin Ze had gone mad.

Now, let's see if Jordan dares to go crazy with Lin Ze.

Normally, Jordan wouldn't go this crazy, but tonight was different.

He's already been put on a completely pedestal; if he backs down now, he'll really become a laughingstock.

In fact, the betting method Lin Ze offered wasn't even unfair.

His betting method was so fair it couldn't be fairer!

But it also rendered all of Jordan's years of experience, skills, and tactics useless.

It's purely a contest of luck, 50 to 50!

This is clearly not the kind of betting Jordan likes.

At that moment, Jordan truly began to regret his actions.

He regretted calling Lin Ze back, and regretted insisting on showing off to Lin Ze.

"If you're scared, then forget it." Lin Ze shrugged and reached for the keys he had just thrown on the table.

"I'm not afraid!" Jordan finally roared, then reached out and drew a card, his face beaming with barely suppressed joy.

"We haven't decided yet, are we comparing size or size?" Before Jordan could speak, Lin Ze, who had been watching him, noticed the joy on his face and quickly blurted out.

His words came at just the right time; most of the people at the table didn't realize what was going on and thought Lin Ze had just suddenly remembered.

But the shrewd old men like Payton and Kidd, who had come over, immediately realized that Lin Ze was playing tricks.

But these two obviously wouldn't expose him; instead, they would continue to watch the show.

In short, Lin Ze has once again put Jordan in a very difficult position!

Because Jordan had already looked at the cards!

He got the King of Spades. If it's a contest of higher cards, then Lin Ze only has a 7% chance of getting the Ace to beat him.

Normally, when drawing cards to compare sizes, the larger card is always the better one.

At this point, if it were someone as shameless as Lin Ze, he would definitely have said "bigger" without hesitation, then slammed his cards on the table, making it a fait accompli, and then made Lin Ze draw his cards quickly.

Unfortunately, he was Jordan.

He not only cares about his reputation, but also places great importance on his face.

He simply couldn't bring himself to look at the cards first and then decide whether to go for the higher or lower hand.

For him, losing a Ferrari is a small matter.

He cheated and acted shamelessly at the poker table, becoming a laughing stock in the entire league.

He could even imagine how the story would eventually be passed down.

"Michael is a swindler!"

"Don't play cards with Michael, I've never seen anyone with such terrible sportsmanship."

"You know what? Mike won 200 million by being shameless."

Jordan could afford to lose, but he couldn't afford to lose face. Even though he knew Lin Ze was digging a hole for him, even though he knew Lin Ze was sabotaging him, he could only say resentfully, "You're in charge. You set the rules!"

Hearing this made Lin Ze quite admire Jordan.

Neither Lin Ze nor Jordan is stupid. Lin Ze's sudden remark was clearly meant to trick Jordan, but Jordan still accepted it.

All I can say is that he truly lives up to his name, G0AT. Although he's a scumbag, at least he's very responsible. He's completely different from some guys who can't handle losing and run away, join teams when they can't win, get injured when they're eliminated, and make excuses when they lose.

At this moment, all Lin Ze needed to do was say something like "compare the smaller ones," and Jordan would instantly go from a sure win to a sure loss.

Then he can easily complete the task and get the reward.

but----

Lin Ze didn't do that!

Based on his understanding of the system, even if he cheated and beat Jordan, he definitely wouldn't get the "perfect" reward.

He wanted a perfect reward, so he had to convince Jordan completely and leave him with nothing to say.

Instead of letting Jordan whine and complain after losing, full of resentment.

Then, looking at Jordan's face, filled with unwillingness and resignation, Lin Ze smiled and said, "I won't bully your Michael. I know you looked at your cards, and I know you definitely have a high card! At the very least, a face!"

"So, I'll compare ages with you!"

As Lin Ze spoke, he pulled a card from the deck and slammed it heavily onto the table.

An Ace!

"Wow!"

A gasp of surprise rang out from the surrounding area.

If some people hadn't quite grasped the situation at first, they understood completely after Lin Ze's words.

To put it simply, Lin Ze was letting Jordan win.

He won't take advantage of any opportunity!

"If my guess is wrong, for example, if you have a low card," Lin Ze said with a relaxed smile after seeing the Ace, "you can draw another card!"

"No need!" Jordan flashed the King of Spades card in his hand, then tossed the Ferrari keys to Lin Ze: "The car's yours!"

At this moment, Jordan was actually not upset at all; in fact, he felt much better than before.

He lost, but this time he had nothing to say. He was just unlucky, so who could he blame?

Lin Ze, who had just been all righteous and indifferent, asked with a cheeky grin after taking the keys, "When is the transfer of ownership? Tax included?"

"Fuck! You don't have to pay!" Jordan cursed irritably, his slight goodwill towards Lin Ze vanishing instantly.

"How do you know you can definitely win?" On the way back to the hotel, O'Neal and Lin Ze were filled with regret because the fat man had gone to play with the bunny girls and missed the excitement. He kept pestering Lin Ze for details.

"This is the 800th time you've asked me, and I'll answer you one last time: I don't know. There's no such thing as a guaranteed win in gambling." Lin Ze spread his hands and said, "If I had that ability, I'd bet his AJ shares against him!"

"Then how come you're so confident?"

"If you're not confident, then why did you even sit at the table?" Lin Ze rolled his eyes and said, "I know what you're going to ask. I just don't want that guy to feel like I took advantage of him, or that I cheated him."

"I will win, and I will win fair and square!"

O'Neal gave a thumbs up: "I've really changed my opinion of you, Lin. I never thought you were this kind of person. I completely misjudged you before."

What did you think of me before?

"Shameless, thick-skinned, insidious, vicious, wicked, full of bad intentions, more like a fox than Phil, definitely suited to be a head coach, scheming and wicked, likes to play dirty tricks, likes to harm others without benefiting himself, and also—"

Lin Ze couldn't stand it anymore, and he quickly reached out to stop O'Neal: "Okay, that's enough. I know you know me very well, Shaq. Your understanding of me is far beyond my expectations."

O'Neal stopped praising Lin Ze and shook his head for the 801st time, saying, "But I still can't understand."

Lin Ze ignored him and closed his eyes.

Lin Ze knew very well that his victory was due to luck, but not the obvious 7% probability, but a probability close to 50%!

Although Payton's shuffling technique was flashy, he was not a professional dealer after all. He was showing off his skills for the sake of showing off, so the cards were not actually shuffled. Therefore, Lin Ze was very certain that the Aces were most likely concentrated in the middle area, based on his experience from his previous life.

In his past life, when he had nothing to do, he had studied these things. If he were to shuffle the cards, he could shuffle them more spectacularly than Payton. So, although he couldn't be sure which cards were Aces, he could judge roughly which area the Aces were in.

Lin Ze was confident that he had more than a 50% chance of drawing an Ace, and judging from Jordan's expression and the area where he drew his card, it was most likely a King. Therefore, his chance of winning was at least 40%. For the reward of a perfect rating, this probability was definitely worth taking the gamble!

Just as Lin Ze predicted, he used this method to defeat Jordan, making Jordan completely convinced and earning himself another "perfect" rating!

As for the reward items, they are the same type as the rewards given in the previous side quest.

"Host has obtained one Breakthrough Training Card!"

"Please use this before bedtime!"

Lin Ze was quite puzzled when he first obtained this thing, but this time, he had a complete idea of ​​what it was all about.

Another chance to beat up those brats!

No, I get to train with Lu Dan again!

Use it! Use it tonight!

Inside the hotel room, Lin Ze lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and the scene before him quickly became clear.

It was still the same basketball court, and Jordan, still looking completely bewildered, appeared there holding a basketball: "Damn it, Faklin?"

Why the hell did I see you in my dream again?

"You think I wanted to see you?" Lin Ze was fired up the moment he saw Jordan!

I didn't do it tonight, I didn't sleep with him.

Now, here's your chance!

Come on, eat my Lin Fist first, then we can talk about breaking through!

The following Friday, everything was exactly the same as in Oakland the previous year. The stars split into several groups and went to different areas to participate in NBA care activities, bringing warmth to communities, nursing homes, welfare homes, and places like prisons and drug rehabilitation centers to promote love and peace.

Then the All-Star Rookie Game was in the evening.

Lin Ze was too lazy to look.

Because the 00 draft class was so bad, they would definitely be defeated by the 99 draft class without any doubt.

And the result was exactly as Lin Ze predicted.

Then on Saturday, the league reshuffled the stars again, sending them to other places to offer warmth and care.

However, Lin Ze could finish his work and leave earlier this time because he had a three-point contest to do that evening, and he needed to warm up and prepare beforehand and give an interview.

So Lin Ze left right after lunch, leaving O'Neal looking on with envy, muttering to himself, "Fuck! I want to participate in the 3-point contest next year too!"

"Go Lin! Defend your title! My sneakers say you can definitely defend your title!" Last year, O'Neal's sneaker sales skyrocketed thanks to his collaboration with Lin Ze. This year, he's back with another sneaker featuring a slot machine design.

The sole of the sneakers features a slot machine lever; when you shake it, the slot machine at the heel of the shoe starts spinning and randomly displays patterns, which is quite eye-catching.

However, Lin Ze has signed with Adidas this year and can no longer play with O'Neal like last year. So this year, only O'Neal is playing with sneakers, which is definitely less fun.

-

Besides Lin Ze, other participants in this year's Three-Point Contest include Ray Allen of the Bucks and Mike Bibby of the Grizzlies.

Peja Stojakovic of the Sacramento Kings, Steve Nash and Dirk Nowitzki of the Dallas Mavericks, Rashard Lewis of the Seattle SuperSonics, and Pat Garrett of the Orlando Magic.

The most striking thing we can see from this year's list of participants is that the veterans have retired!

All eight participants were young people with less than five years of playing experience!

As for the previous generation of sharpshooters, Miller didn't even make it to the All-Star Game this year, Hornacek didn't participate again after failing to defend his title, and others like Kerr and Mullin, who are nearing retirement but still playing in the league, also didn't participate.

Whether it's because they didn't want to come, or because Stern intended to rejuvenate the league and didn't invite them, the pace of change and progress is unstoppable.

"So, who do you think will be the three-point king this year?" Wilmarcus and his partner warmed up the crowd before the game started: "You don't need to ask me, because I'm 100% supporting Lin! I believe he can defend his title!"

"I'm more optimistic about Allen!" Smith said. "He's officially entered his prime this year, and his shooting skills are among the best in the entire league! I believe his clutch performance will help him become a champion!"

"As for Lin, it's not that I don't believe in him, but he really didn't pitch well last year. He was able to win the championship because the others were even worse, not because he was exceptionally good."

"And the same thing is unlikely to happen a second time. You can hardly expect everyone to be out of sorts again this year, allowing Lin to take advantage of the situation."

Wilmarcus protested, "This year, Lin will win the championship fair and square with a high score!"

"Of course, his 3-point championship last year was also perfectly legitimate!"

As they were talking, Garetti, who was the first to shoot that night, had already stepped onto the court and was about to start shooting. Smith and Wilmarcus also quieted down.

16 points!

Garriti, the first to take the court, scored a respectable number of points; in many years, 16 points would have been enough to get him into the finals.

"If it were last year, Garetti would have won the championship," Smith said with a laugh. "Next up is Bibby! He scored on the first shot! Keep going!"

"18 points!" Smith exclaimed. "Garetti is in a bit of trouble! If two more people score higher than him, he'll be eliminated! This year's competition has been incredibly competitive right from the start!"

Then, Lewis was the third to appear. This guy was 208 centimeters tall, and like Lin Ze, he had the build of a number 4, but actually did the work of a number 3.

However, Lewis performed poorly, scoring only 15 points.

-

"Go for it, Steve!" Lin Ze, sitting on the sidelines, reached out and bumped fists with Nash, who was about to take the court. "Just do well in the preliminaries! Don't shoot too accurately, or I'll be under a lot of pressure!"

"Can't you say something nice?" Nash, who had been teammates with Lin Ze for a year and had a breakout year, muttered with a bitter face, then walked onto the court and started shooting hoops.

14 points!

This guy threw a really bad shot, missed the finals, and walked back to the rest area dejectedly.

"I told you to just do well, not to be too bad!" Lin Ze suppressed a laugh and said to his other younger brother, Nowitzki, who was coming on next, "Go Dirk! Don't shoot too badly, but don't be too accurate either! 'Just do well,' you know what 'just do well' means?"

Nowitzki didn't say anything, but his actions showed that he understood the gist of it.

16 points!

Lewis, with only 15 points, was eliminated, while Nowitzki can hope that everyone else will underperform so he can make it to the final.

"Great, now we just need to hope everyone else throws badly!" Lin Ze ruffled Nowitzki's blond hair and teased him with a smile.

"Come on, Lin!" Nowitzki recalled last year's events: "Last year you said I had a chance to win the championship!"

"Just tell me, didn't you almost win the championship? You were so close!"

As Lin Ze spoke, he extended his hand again: "Go for it, Peja!"

Unfortunately, Peja was an Eastern European with no sense of humor. Beneath his big beard was a serious demeanor. Although he high-fived Lin Ze, he didn't speak to him. He walked onto the court expressionlessly and then scored a high score of 19 points!

"See!" Nowitzki exclaimed, "I knew it! The moment you said I had a chance, I was immediately eliminated!"

"I was just trying to comfort you! How could you take it seriously?" Lin Ze wasn't embarrassed at all, and said, "When you come to Los Angeles for an away game in a few days, I'll let you drive my Ferrari!"

"You bought a Ferrari? Which one?" Nowitzki's eyes lit up immediately. After all, who doesn't like Ferrari?

"I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, but it seems to be a one-of-a-kind, custom-made, limited-edition car!" Lin Ze shrugged, unable to resist showing off a bit.

"A custom-made model? That one must cost at least a million dollars!" Nowitzki's eyes lit up even more at the mention of custom, but after a pause, he added, "But isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to buy this, Lin? Even though you got a multi-million dollar contract, but—"

"Don't worry, Dirk, I'm not a sucker. Why would I buy such an expensive car? It was a gift from someone else, and I didn't spend a single cent!"

"Alright, it's my turn!" Lin Ze said as he stood up.

Because Ray Allen had already finished his pitch.

This guy performed exceptionally well, scoring a whopping 22 points!

This score would be exceptionally high no matter the year!

"Lin is in danger!" Smith said. "He needs at least 18 points to qualify for the playoffs, or he'll be eliminated! He didn't score a single shot over 18 points in either of the two rounds last year!"

"Lin won't be eliminated!" Wilmarcus exclaimed confidently. "He never disappoints!"

As he spoke, Lin Ze strode onto the court. Just as Smith said, although he was indeed the defending champion, he was also the NBA's all-time leader in three-pointers with the lowest three-point score. He and Kobe could be called the "Sleeping Dragon and Phoenix Chick" and the "Double Water King of Dunking and Three-Pointers".

But Lin Ze was full of confidence tonight.

"3, 2, 1, G0!"

As soon as the cold, mechanical sound came, Lin Ze immediately took the ball and shot!

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Lin Ze didn't miss the first spot, scoring five consecutive points and getting 6 points!

Although he didn't hit both of the second spots, he only missed one, and after two spots, he had 11 points.

Then Lin Ze had a bit of an off day at the top of the arc, only making two shots for 3 points, but he quickly regained his form and made all 5 of his shots from the wing for 6 points!

After casting all four shots, Lin Ze has successfully advanced!

With 20 points, he is already second only to Allen's 22 points.

Lin Ze didn't relax at the last spot either, and steadily scored 3 more goals to get 4 points!

26 points!

No matter when you put it, it's a score that's incredibly high!

No, this is a brand new record in the history of the NBA Three-Point Contest!

"Record broken!" Wilmarcus shouted excitedly. "Lin broke the record!"

The previous NBA record was 25, jointly held by Craig Hodges in 1991 and Mark Price in 1994.

Tonight, Lin broke the record! He set a new NBA three-point contest record!

"26 points!"

"What do you think, buddy? Still think Lin can't defend his title? Still think Lin will be eliminated?"

Smith shrugged and said, "Reaching peak form too early isn't necessarily a good thing. Lin certainly set a new record, but I also have to say, first of all, he was very lucky. Just like last year, he kept hitting the money balls!"

"Secondly, this is only the first round. In the second round, the scores won't be accumulated; it will be a whole new round. It's hard to say how many points Lin will get then!"

"The outcome of the match is still very unpredictable!"

At this moment, Peja, who had the lowest score in the preliminary round, had already returned to the court after his rest.

As the countdown ended, Peja began his shot!

21 points!

After Lin Ze and Allen both delivered outstanding performances, Peja also exceeded expectations, throwing a better result than in the preliminary round!

Peja himself was quite satisfied with the score and excitedly pumped his fists several times in celebration.

21 points is more than enough for him to win the championship!

Of course, this is on the premise that it is in other years.

Next up, Allen took a deep breath and began his performance!

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This guy's first shot was just like Lin Ze's earlier, all 5 shots went in!

He only made 3 shots at the second spot, and also missed the money ball.

He hit four balls at the top of the arc, but missed the fancy ball again!

Then, moving to the wing, Allen exploded again, scoring all 5 of his goals!

After shooting from all four spots, he had already scored 19 points!

Peja, sitting in the stands, was already shaking his head in exasperation.

He knew that his chances of winning the championship were extremely slim, and Allen was likely to surpass him.

Then, Allen, who was at the last point, hit four in a row!

Each of those four shots was a clean, precise, and perfectly clean, all four going in without finding the net.

Then, when Allen got the last money ball, he paused for a moment because he threw it quickly, so when he got to that spot, he still had a full 4 seconds.

He took a deep breath, aimed, adjusted, and even dribbled the ball a bit. After adjusting to what he considered the most comfortable and secure position, Allen finally released the money ball.

"Are they going to tie the record?!" Amid Wilmarcus's shout and the tense anticipation of the entire stadium—

"Bang!"

Allen missed the last shot!

23 points!

Allen's performance in the final was impeccable, and his high score of 23 points was something he could be proud of.

But his luck was really quite bad.

Apart from two points where all three were scored, the remaining three flower balls were all lost.

Compared to Lin Ze's performance of scoring all his goals, it has to be said that Allen was a bit unlucky.

"What a pity!" Wilmarcus said, "It was just a little short!"

"Shouldn't you be happy for Lin?" Smith said with a smile. "Every extra point Allen makes makes it harder for Lin to win the championship."

"I'm a commentator!" Wilmarcus raised his chin proudly, "Before supporting my favorite players, I'm even more looking forward to new records being set, exciting matches, and thrilling moments!"

"Okay." What else could Smith say about his suddenly valuable partner?

"Alright, Lin's on the court! Let's see what kind of performance he'll put on at the end tonight!"

"Can he defend his title? Let the match begin!"

"Whoosh!"

Wilmarcus was met with a sharp crack, and then, one sharp crack after another!

Lin Ze is clearly quite skilled at shooting from the corner, and once again made all 5 of his shots!

And this time, he hit all five balls at the second spot!

"Another small record!" Wilmarcus exclaimed after Lin Ze missed his eleventh three-pointer, which was also his first from the top of the arc: "Ten in a row! The first person in the history of the Three-Point Contest to make 10 in a row!"

Lin Ze performed perfectly in the first two spots, but performed poorly in the third spot, only hitting one flower ball.

After missing four shots in a row, Allen immediately stood up.

The opportunity is coming!

Lin Ze had given up hope after his first two shots, but unexpectedly, another opportunity came.

Allen stood nervously at the very front of all the participating players, watching Lin Ze's move with rapt attention.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Unfortunately for him, he was met with five consecutive goals!

"They've taken the lead! Lin has surpassed Allen by four points in the first four points! 20 points!"

"Lin needs to hit at least four of them to win the championship!"

Wilmarcus corrected, "Or you could hit two regular balls and one fancy ball!"

"Bang!"

Then, Lin Ze conceded his first three-pointer from the bottom corner.

Wilmarcus fell silent; he was incredibly nervous.

However, Lin Ze then scored two more goals, finally giving Wilmarcus a much-needed breather.

Before he could even catch his breath, with a loud "bang," Lin Ze's fourth shot hit the metal.

His score reached 22 points!

Only one ball left!

Like Allen, Lin Ze had more than 3 seconds left when he threw the ball, so he also chose to steady himself and relax his tense muscles.

Then, Lin Ze calmly threw the ball.

"Can it go in?!" Wilmarcus shouted. "Could it be a game-winning shot?"

"Whoosh!"

Then came a crisp sound, and Lin Ze hit the target at the last second!

24 points!

Lin Ze made a last-minute winner against Allen, completing a buzzer-beating comeback!

"Good shot! Good shot! Good shot!" Wilmarcus shouted three times. "Let's congratulate Lin on winning the Three-Point Contest for the second year in a row!"

"After winning the championship with the lowest score last year, Lin successfully defended his title this year with a record-breaking highest score and the second-highest final score in history!"

"A combined score of 50 points from both rounds is also the highest score in the history of the Three-Point Contest!"

"And every time, they solve the problem with a game-winning shot," Smith said. "I really didn't expect watching a three-point contest to be so nerve-wracking!"

"If Carter saved the Slam Dunk Contest, then without a doubt, Lin also brought the Three-Point Contest to a new level!"

"Of course, we also feel sorry for Allen. He was so close! Just a tiny bit more! If Allen had scored one more fancy ball, he could have caught up with Lin. It's such a pity!"

"I have to say, Lin was really lucky. He hit all 10 of his money balls tonight, while Allen missed 3 money balls in the final round alone."

"In terms of total goals scored in the final, Allen scored more than Lin, which is a pity. Hopefully, Allen will come back next year and deliver an even better performance!"

Lin Ze, who had just won the championship, was quickly surrounded by excited players.

His good friends in Dallas, Nowitzki and Nash, along with O'Neal sitting courtside watching, Garnett (who inexplicably thought he was good friends with), and Barkley (who loved to joke around) —

A large group of players in the front row and other participants rushed over and completely surrounded Lin Ze. Everyone excitedly celebrated with him, and Lin Ze even took off his jersey at this moment.

He was wearing a T-shirt under his jersey, with two logos printed on it.

One is an Adidas logo, and the other is a brand new logo that fans have never seen before.

Most fans might be a little confused about this LOG0, but if they know Chinese characters, they can tell at a glance that the core of this LOG0 is the character for wood!

"Is this Adidas's new personal logo for Kobayashi?" Su Qun, who was in charge of the live broadcast for China Sports, immediately asked, "Is Kobayashi going to have his own signature shoe?"

"That's really great news!" Coach Sun Zhengping exclaimed. "I definitely have to buy a pair! And I'll buy a pair for my son too; he's always been a fan of Kobayashi!"

Just as excited as the two commentators were countless Chinese fans.

They've been itching to get their hands on these shoes for ages! Lin Ze's signature shoes are a must-buy!

After taking off his jersey and celebrating with everyone, Lin Ze walked towards the midfield with a smile.

"Come on, champion! Congratulations! Say something to everyone, are you nervous?"

"I was extremely nervous! I was especially worried that I wouldn't throw as well as last year, and I was particularly worried that after becoming the lowest-scoring champion, I would become the lowest-scoring contestant. Fortunately, Michael set a low enough record back then that it wasn't so easy for me to break his record."

"After all, scoring only 5 points in a three-point contest isn't easy!"

"Fuck!" Jordan, who was sitting on the sidelines supporting the All-Stars, rolled his eyes and swore.

He had another strange dream last night. Just like last time, he couldn't remember what happened in the dream, but what was the same was that he felt Lin Ze was even more annoying after waking up.

When Lin Ze hit the game-winning shot, Jordan was as upset as if he had been kicked by Laimbeer. Now, being teased by Lin Ze, he felt like he had been kicked by Laimbeer and then hit by Thomas with a lightning-fast, deadly punch.

Or perhaps at the same time?

In short, he's absolutely disgusting right now.

Unfortunately, the big screen at the venue immediately focused on him, and as the owner of the Wizards, he could only put on a smile to show his composure.

Jordan was already disgusted, but the host, oblivious to the situation, laughed and said, "You and Michael Jordan must be very good brothers! Besides you, not many people would dare to tease him like this to his face."

"Of course!" Lin Ze said, "He's extraordinary!"

The only teammate I ever beat up, one of a kind.

As for Ryder? Lin Ze didn't consider him a teammate.

"So, how do you feel about becoming the Three-Point King for the second time in a row?" the host continued with his usual rambling.

"Last year, I hurt everyone's ears, it was 'bang bang' all night long." Lin Ze took the microphone and said, "So this year is a kind of compensation for everyone, compensation for the fans who heard me miss shots last year."

"I'm sure everyone enjoyed it this year!"

"And I also want to thank Allen, Peja, and all the guys who participated in the three-point contest. Without their amazing performances and accurate shooting, I definitely wouldn't have been this accurate. It was their strength that forced me to perform beyond my usual level. Thank you."

"Is there anything you'd like to say to your friends? I bet you're going to celebrate tonight."

"We'll celebrate! Yeah, I have to tell Shaq that I'll still be this accurate when the season comes back, please keep passing me the ball, pass it to me more. I also have to tell Kobe that I'm no longer the worst three-point king in history, but some people are still the worst dunkers who made the dunk contest canceled."

"Come back and prove yourself! Maybe if you come back, Carter will participate in the dunk contest again?"

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, the host immediately grabbed the microphone and ran to the sidelines, asking Carter, who was sitting there laughing heartily, "If Kobe came, would you participate again?"

"Yes!" Carter answered without hesitation, laughing heartily, which immediately drew wild cheers from everyone present.

No one in the world can resist Vince Carter's dunks!

"So, if Carter doesn't participate next year," Lin Ze added with a laugh, "it's all Kobe's fault!"

"So what about you? Will you come again next year?"

"Yes! I'll participate in the Three-Point Contest again next year, and I'm aiming for a three-peat!" Lin Ze said. "I want to match Larry's record, and even more so, I want to surpass him!"

"So, one last question," the host said, "What secret does this T-shirt hold?"

"Of course!" Lin Ze said, "But I have to keep the secret until tomorrow night! Everyone will know everything tomorrow night!"

See you in the main event tomorrow night!

"Achoo!" At that moment, Kobe, who was still watching game footage with Hamilton in Jordan's apartment, sneezed loudly: "Turn the air conditioning down, RIP, it's too cold."

"But how did McGee get all this stuff? How did he get footage of Chuck Daly coaching the Pistons during timeouts and giving instructions? I can even clearly hear Dumars calling Bird a country bumpkin. This stuff was never even shown on TV!"

"I told you it was some really exciting stuff!" Hamilton chuckled. "It's never been on TV, probably because they couldn't, since more than half the words in one sentence are dirtier than a fuck!"