71 to 68.
74 to 70.
79 to 74.
81 to 76.
84 to 78
…
In the audience.
"Wow! That's amazing. He keeps making three-pointers."
"That's it. Let's show Jabberwock how powerful we are."
"Come on, Dream Team! Come on, Generation of Miracles! Defeat Jabberwock."
…
The audience sat in the stands, their eyes fixed on every move on the field.
When those long three-pointers streaked across the sky like meteors and fell into the basket accurately, their emotions were completely ignited.
Every long three-pointer was like a bombshell, creating huge waves in their hearts.
Each of them was full of enthusiasm, and their faces were filled with excitement and excitement.
Cheers, shouts and exclamations rose and fell like surging waves, one higher than the other, echoing throughout the stadium.
The sounds gathered together as if to overturn the dome of the stadium, showing the unique charm and passion of the sport of basketball.
As for the Jabberwock people, they looked like eggplants hit by frost, and they just felt a little dull.
There was a hint of confusion and helplessness in their eyes; their originally confident expressions had long since disappeared.
The precise shooting of Gingetsu, Midorima and Kise was like an unbridgeable gap, making them feel deeply powerless when defending.
No matter how hard they defended and tried to block the shooting lines, the opponent always found gaps and shot the ball in.
Every sound of a basketball going into the net was like a merciless mockery of their defense, causing them to suffer deeply.
In this way, the game continued in a tense and exciting atmosphere, and the score continued to rise.
It wasn't until the score reached 90 to 80 that Jabberwock called a timeout for the second time.
This pause is like a brief calm in the storm.
As the referee's whistle sounded, the three-point rain that was as dense as raindrops, dominated by the Dream Team, temporarily came to a standstill.
Jabberwock rest area.
Nash's face was extremely gloomy, as if water could drip out of it, and veins bulged on his forehead, showing his extreme anger.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and his eyes were fixed on the ground, as if he wanted to see through it.
He never imagined that the situation would turn out like this.
Before the game started, he never thought that he would fall into such a passive situation. He originally thought that with their strength, they could easily crush the Dream Team, but the reality gave him a heavy blow.
When Midorima made his first three-pointer of the game, it already surprised him.
Next came Yin Yue, who transformed into Midorima and shot a three-pointer.
This scene shocked him immensely.
Yin Yue's move was like a clever magic trick, catching him off guard.
He began to realize that the Dream Team had more variables and secret weapons than he had imagined.
But in the end, he saw Kise also shoot a full-court three-pointer.
He even doubted whether all members of the Dream Team had this skill.
Nick wiped the sweat off his face with a towel. The sweat was just like his irritable mood at the moment, and he couldn't stop it.
He glanced sideways at Yin Yue and others in the Dream Team's rest area, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he spoke solemnly.
"It's surprising to think there are only three people who can shoot like that."
His voice was low, with a cautious tone after reassessing his opponent's strength.
The situation, which he originally thought he could handle easily, became tricky because of the three players' super long three-point shooting abilities, which made him full of worries.
Alan also spoke a little depressed.
"The three of them are running around like mice. If you chase them, they will lead you by the nose. If you don't chase them, they might just shoot the ball. It's really difficult to deal with!"
He frowned, looking helpless.
Every time he tried to keep up with them, he was always confused by the opponent's flexible running positions. His desperate defense had little effect, and if he relaxed his vigilance a little, the fatal three-pointer might come whizzing in. This feeling of being played around by the opponent made him very depressed.
Zach said with some embarrassment.
"What are we going to do now? Do we need full-court marking?"
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes. Faced with this situation he had never encountered before, he was a little overwhelmed and hoped to get an effective solution from his teammates.
"unnecessary."
Nash spoke with a cold face at this time, his tone was cold and firm, as if he already had a plan to deal with it.
"If they want to shoot, let them shoot, as long as they can still jump up next time."
There was a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes, as if he was already planning some kind of counterattack strategy.
…
Dream Team rest area.
"Everyone did a great job. As long as we hold on until the end of the third quarter, our lead will most likely ensure the final victory."
Aida Katsutora spoke to everyone.
Huh…ha…huh…ha…
On the bench.
Huang Lai was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently like an overloaded bellows.
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