Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 70 It's This Guy!

With 23 seconds left in the game and only one offensive round, Wisconsin has two ways to play. One is to play steadily to ensure a 3-pointer, use foul tactics to increase the number of rounds or simply drag the game into overtime;

In short, the power of the last attack must not be handed over to Kentucky smoothly.

It's a pity that there is no timeout in Wisconsin. Coach Ryan can only use the gap between games to call Kaminsky to his side and give a few words.

Gasol stood on the baseline with the ball and deliberately dawdled, trying to create time for them.

Referee Pietrus was well aware of Wisconsin's tricks, but he chose to turn a blind eye. After all, the game has been so tragic that it is not easy for both teams.

Besides, too harsh a penalty might cause riots among the fans.

Kaminsky leaned down and nodded frequently. Coach Ryan waved his hand after the arrangement, and Kaminsky returned to the frontcourt with the task.

Gasel passed the ball to Corning for the first time.

Koning didn't talk nonsense this time. A gust of wind pushed him to the frontcourt. Yuan Qingshan followed him closely, and deliberately released another step when he was beyond the three-point line.

Wisconsin's two perimeter players are defensive engineers and are not good at shooting three-pointers. It would be great if they can force Cornyn or Gasel to end the offense as far away from the three-point line as possible.

Of course, Corning also knew how much he was. He didn't have the confidence to make such a crucial shot under Yuan Qingshan's defense, so he decisively threw it to Kaminsky after reaching the top of the arc.

Then, the four Wisconsin players began to run wildly, and even power forward Hayes, who had no range, ran up.

His job is to be ready to hit a pick-and-roll for a teammate with an opportunity from beyond the three-point line.

"Who will this ball be given to?" Barkley scratched his head.

O'Neal's brain also turned: "It can only be Corning or Gasol. Decker's breakthrough is okay, but the shooting stability is very poor, not suitable for long-range shots."

Barkley took over the words: "Konin's basket is more accurate than Gasel's, but he is also facing a tighter defense. It's a cruel choice. Who is it for?"

O'Neal shook his head slowly: "It must be Gasol, because the Wisconsin team is very afraid of No. 8's defense!"

Barkley smacked his lips: "You're right, but I want to complain for Corning. In my opinion, there are not many point guards in the NCAA who are not afraid of this little No. 8. I heard that Russell, the top three pick candidate, also suffered in his hands."

"You mean D'Angelo Russell? I suggested the Lakers pick him last month." O'Neal said in surprise.

The TV in the VIP room was also on, and Laughlin shook her head helplessly. Like the Black Mamba, the big shark was ready to lose the lottery.Can't you be more confident?

O'Neal's voice did not fall, Hayes made a pick-and-roll for Gasol on the left wing.

Downs tried his best to squeeze through the crowd, but Gasel had no choice but to rush out under the pressure.

The basketball spun and flew towards the basket, and tens of thousands of people stared nervously at that arc.

Time froze, and these two seconds seemed to be as long as two hours.

Coach Ryan looked at the timer. There were eight seconds left in the game.

"Backboard!"

A yell came from the Kentucky bench, and Coach John's foot was on the sideline.

On the other side, Coach Ryan's eyes went dark, and he could already see that the ball was missed.

Yuan Qingshan rushed over, and the moment his right foot stepped into the penalty area, Da Ben's purple skill rebound beast was activated.

He leaped high and snatched this life-and-death rebound from the hands of Kaminsky and Caulistan.

Coach Ryan put his head in his hands and had 6 seconds left.

All the players on the Wisconsin team couldn't care about anything else, they all rushed towards Yuan Qingshan, hoping to get the ball back.

"Go!" Yuan Qingshan took a step back, rounded his arms and threw the ball high into the air.

The basketball turned into an anti-aircraft shell and flew obliquely towards the roof with the sound of whizzing wind.

Time is still passing by second by second.

Coach John's knees were slightly bent, his hands clenched into fists, and he unconsciously held his breath.

Ryan squatted on the ground in frustration, not daring to look any more.

Basketball is still going up, up.

O'Neill stretched his neck and opened his mouth wide, and Barkley simply stood up.

The basketball is still rising, flying, and pulling out a brown arc...

Yuan Qingshan prayed in his heart, fly fast, the higher the better.

In the brown light and shadow, he suddenly saw Towns yelling and turning over for a jumper, Caulistan was sweating profusely in the penalty area, and Lyles was making a fake move that would never deceive anyone. Booker quickly ran to the next open space after a glance...

Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the quarterback's long pass across the field was firmly caught by a big hand.

"Kentucky must win!" A ghost roar came from the frontcourt.

The blue dragon spread its wings and flew high, stretched its entire body in the air, and rushed to the basket with the sound of the wind!

Then, there was a loud bang from the speaker.

Bang!
The entire basket was shaking violently.

The scoreboard jumped and Kentucky added two more points.

beep!
The whistle sounded and the game was over!
Booker sat on the floor with a plop, panting heavily.

Lyles clasped the back of his head with his hands and looked up at the scoreboard, still unable to believe his eyes.

Coach John recovered from the freeze-frame action and made three punches in a row: yes! yes! yes!

Whoa!
The blue camp exploded without warning.

Amidst the roar of mountains and tsunami, the DJ yelled at the top of his voice: "Towns, it was Downs' dunk that ended the game! Kentucky made it to the finals!"

The little fan who came all the way from Lexington put his arms around his mother's neck and cried with excitement!

"Kentucky! Kentucky! Kentucky!"

The shouts were deafening!
The Wisconsin players left silently with their heads down, leaving only Kaminsky looking around alone, unwilling to leave for a long time.

"Xiaoshan, Xiaoshan!" Downs opened his arms and yelled, striding towards Yuan Qingshan from the frontcourt.

Yuan Qingshan put his hands on his hips, and the voice of GAKKI immediately came from his mind: "Congratulations to the master for completing the hidden mission and reaching the NCAA finals. The reward is 10 attribute points and 150 virtual currency."

Hidden mission?This was a pleasant surprise.

Before Yuan Qingshan came out of the joyful mood, GAKKI's lovely voice sounded again: "Congratulations to the master for completing the hidden conquest mission, grabbing 10 rebounds under Kaminsky's interference, and rewarding Kaminski with a card."

Yuan Qingshan was pleasantly surprised.

Yuan Qingshan has personal experience of how effective Kaminsky is to the team. Using a game as an analogy, this is a superb auxiliary card, which is rare.

He was about to admire his booty when he was suddenly hugged tightly from behind.

"Xiaoshan, I love you so much!" An ecstatic voice came from behind his head.

Don't ask, it's Downs.

"Tang Si, let me go!" Yuan Qingshan gave orders in a nervous manner.

But the assailant obviously didn't want to obey the order.

"Xiaoshan, I want the whole world to see you, your talent and hard work! Then you can get a high pick."

Yuan Qingshan's heart warmed.

Downs suddenly shouted: "Hey! Take a look, this guy's name is Yuan Qingshan!"

Countless cameras were looking for Karl-Anthony Towns, the MVP winner of this game. This is great, and now they are all focused on Yuan Qingshan's beeping expression.

VIP room...

"Help me grab him, Starkiga's first round next year!" Harold subconsciously grabbed Laughlin's forearm, gritted his teeth and raised the chip to the top.

Laughlin broke free, gave him a blank look, picked up her cell phone and quickly dialed the number of the general manager of the Lakers.

"Kupchak, please take Kentucky's No. 8 at all costs, the Lakers need him!"

(End of this chapter)