bookrandom Chapter 706 5 seconds and 5 minutes!
Chapter 706 5 seconds and 5 minutes!
Bogdan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked towards the basket.
The basketball fell from the hoop at that moment and slammed onto the floor with a thud.
Wang Xiucheng lost his balance and fell backward, stumbling several steps until he reached the sideline before the referee helped him regain his footing.
"I didn't foul!" Bogdan was about to shout when he realized that the referee was ignoring him and simply made the gesture that the goal was valid.
Bogdan quickly looked toward the coaching bench, seemingly asking how the goal had been scored.
"Don't get distracted..." head coach Pesic shouted.
On the big screen, almost only a second had passed before the score for the Chinese team changed from 92-89 to 94-89.
Bogdan immediately picked up the ball, left the court, and went to the baseline before throwing it toward Jokic.
At this point, Jokic was still near the center circle, facing Zhou Qi.
From the moment Zhou Qi threw the ball out to the moment Wang Xiucheng tapped it into the basket with one hand, only one second had passed, so both of them were still in the same spot.
Snapped!
But at that moment, a fair hand slapped the basketball directly from outside the sideline, sending Bogdan's serve flying to the ground.
With a thud, the basketball changed direction and crashed into the ground.
The next moment, it was taken by a pair of large hands.
Bogdan, who had just entered the field from the baseline, was staring wide-eyed.
Because the person who intercepted the ball and controlled it was Wang Xiucheng!
When he served, he only saw Jokic, but he didn't see Wang Xiucheng at all!
Wang Xiucheng's sudden appearance made Bogdan know what was going on almost instantly.
Wang Xiucheng lost control of his body and retreated to the sideline. After that, Wang Xiucheng hid behind the referee.
This meant that Bogdan didn't even notice, or rather, didn't even pay attention to, Wang Xiucheng, the sixth brother!
So much so that he only realized what had happened when Wang Xiucheng entered the field from behind the referee after he served the ball.
But, it's too late!
After controlling the ball, Wang Xiucheng took a small step and arrived at the top of the arc.
At that moment, Bogdan was still inside the free-throw line, while Jokic and the others were still in the center circle.
Wang Xiucheng was all alone!
So Wang Xiucheng lowered his shoulder and threw the basketball.
Sullivan, who had been standing behind the sideline barrier, clenched his fists involuntarily at this moment.
He was very nervous. He noticed a problem: Wang Xiucheng's shooting percentage seemed to have no relation to whether he was open or not during the game.
Wang Xiucheng's three-point shooting percentage when shooting from above is about the same as his open three-point shooting percentage.
Ben Sullivan had no idea how this happened, just as he didn't know why Wang Xiucheng's shooting percentage was so low during warm-up.
So he was very nervous!
Swish!
The basketball went steadily into the net and fell to the floor.
Wang Xiucheng kept his hand in place after throwing the ball, and then slowly stepped back.
The entire Chinese fans cheered wildly, and even the originally neutral French fans had to applaud Wang Xiucheng.
Ben Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his throat had become dry.
He quickly picked up a bottle of water at his feet, took a sip, and then looked at Wang Xiucheng.
Fortunately, this kid is a minority owner of the Nets, otherwise how would Cai Congxin have managed to keep Wang Xiucheng!
"Great play, beautiful steal!"
Yao Ming, who had been sitting and pretending to be calm, finally stood up, bent over and held onto the railing, and shouted at Wang Xiucheng in the arena.
But Wang Xiucheng obviously couldn't hear it at all, since the entire stadium was chanting his name.
Some female fans shouted even more blatantly, and their voices were far more pleasant than Yao Ming's.
97:89.
The score has changed again!
China's lead has reached 8 points!
And only 5 seconds passed!
In the five seconds following the timeout, Wang Xiucheng first scored two points by catching Zhou Qi's inbound pass, and then stole the ball from Bogdan when he inbounded it from the baseline and made a three-pointer.
5 seconds, 5 minutes!
Compared to Wang Xiucheng, who can score 1 point per second!
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe such a thing!
Pesic, looking grim, called a timeout. Before Bogdan could return, he started yelling at him from Bogdan's position.
They had already closed the gap to 3 points, but Wang Xiucheng scored 5 points in 5 seconds, instantly bringing the score back to 8 points.
All of Serbia's previous work has been for nothing!
Bogdan didn't retort; that was indeed his problem.
If he could shift the blame for Wang Xiucheng's basket by tipping the ball in mid-air, then he couldn't argue about the subsequent ball being intercepted and Wang Xiucheng hitting a three-pointer.
Guo Shiqiang glanced at the time, feeling somewhat regretful.
I wish the game could end right now!
Wang Xiucheng bumped fists with each of his teammates, then sat down in a chair, stretched out his legs, and took a deep breath.
Behind him, some uniformed staff members massaged Wang Xiucheng's shoulders, some fanned him with towels, and someone else peeled a banana from somewhere.
In the stands, Tang Yan and her friends stood like everyone else.
Hearing the shouts of "MVP" and Wang Xiucheng's name all around her, Tang Yan's eyes were fixed on Wang Xiucheng.
Wang Xiucheng on the field is truly the most handsome man in the world!
"Wang Xiucheng is looking over here." Someone shouted, and Tang Yan and the others immediately noticed that Wang Xiucheng had gotten up from the bench.
Furthermore, Wang Xiucheng made a heart shape with his hand.
Without even thinking, Tang Yan raised her hands above her head and made a heart shape as well.
She regretted it as soon as she finished, so she immediately withdrew her hand.
However, everyone else around them was doing the same thing, including Yang Mi, Liu Yifei, and Liu Shishi.
"Stop doing other things, the game is still going on." Ben Sullivan said, annoyed, as he watched Wang Xiucheng's actions.
Wang Xiucheng smiled, withdrew his hands, and returned to the field.
The competition is important, of course, but the older sister also needs to be charming!
Seeing Wang Xiucheng's somewhat absent-minded look, Ben Sullivan smiled.
He knew he had won the game.
Because Wang Xiucheng relaxed.
Wang Xiucheng had never done anything like this in the first half of this match, or in matches before that.
Wang Xiucheng would never be in the mood to do something like this if he couldn't guarantee victory in the competition.
This has happened countless times in Nets games.
With a beep, the game resumed.
There are one minute and 55 seconds left.
Jokic once again brought the ball up the court himself, took a little time to drive into the paint, and then passed the ball to his teammate Dobridge, who was open on the perimeter.
Dobridge immediately launched a three-pointer.
With a whoosh, the basketball went in!
The score was 97 to 92, bringing the difference back to 5 points.