"Three plus one! Unbelievable hand ~ feeling! Kobe ignored the defense and hit the goal! Ma Fu was dumbfounded, he has been commenting for so many years, and he has seen a lot of three plus one, but Kobe's goal still makes his blood boil.

This is the three plus one who was knocked crooked! What kind of balance is needed, hand ~ sense to hit!?

It's just outrageous, outrageous offensive options, outrageous shooter ~ sense.

Could it be that Kobe Bryant is going to be supernatural today?

"Sit down, sit down. It's all basic. The magician pressed his hands weakly, and many spectators in the stadium stood up and exclaimed.

"It's so handsome! Next time I'm going to play an emergency stop three plus one too! On the Lakers bench, Xiao Yu rejoiced, and he felt that he could play him on this ball.

Bryant hit the free throw under the incredulous gaze of Stoudemire, the flying squirrel.

"Fake! It must be fake! He can't be the real God. Stoudemire muttered to himself.

"No, he's real." Bowen smiled and whispered to Stoudemire.

Bryant retreats into the halfcourt, ready to defend.

Just two minutes into the game, the score was 9:6 Lakers Raptors.

The Raptors continued to play passes, and in a flurry of dazzling runs, handed the ball to Walter Williams.

Walter Williams shoots three points and hits again!

The Raptors' offensive hand ~ feeling today also looks quite good, and it may also be the reason why the Lakers' defense is a little lax.

Kobe Bryant advanced to the front court and pulled away! Go ahead and take on the flying squirrel!

The basketball flew between Kobe's fingers, like an obedient elf, dancing gracefully.

The beat-filled dribbling makes the flying squirrel feel like a big enemy!

"Can you believe it? I can hit a three-pointer with my eyes closed. ”

"What?" The flying squirrel couldn't believe his ears.

Forcing eyes? Shoot threes? No kidding, even Jordan only dares to pretend to be 13 with his eyes closed at the free throw line, how can the athletic battle force his eyes to shoot!?

It's an international joke!

"Didn't hear me? I'll be at the top of the three-point arc, in this position, with my eyes closed, with my right hand, hitting a three! Bryant's tone was soft, as if he had taken the matter as easily as drinking water and eating.

"Impossible, I don't believe it!" Damon Stoudemire frowned, do you really think you are a god? Even if it's a god, I'm going to guard against this ball of yours!

Hehe, Kobe Bryant must want to use psychological warfare to let me defend him by three points, and then take the opportunity to break through!

I've seen a lot of this kind of trick! Do you really think of me as a rookie?

Stoudemire took a step back and nervously looked back to see if the Lakers had anyone coming up to block the pickup.

No one was blocking the pick-and-roll, everyone was standing in the bottom corner, watching Kobe Bryant and the flying squirrel go head-to-head.

Kobe's not loud words were also conveyed to the Raptors' teammates.

"You vote! Vote if you have a kind! Close your eyes for three minutes? You think the basket belongs to yours? Camby was the first to get upset and began to heckle.

"Attention! Watch out for Kobe's breakthrough! "Honest Walter Williams reminded his teammates of their position that it was the right choice, and if he didn't face Kobe, his prediction had a very good chance of coming true.

"Curt, you're pinching me." Del Harris was expressionless, and he also heard Kobe's bold words.

"Ah, Coach, it's not okay." Cortlambis's face was eager to try, but he was worried about what he was afraid of. The nickname of the careful-eyed Harris is not groundless.

"Pinch!"

"Then I pinched?!"

"Let you pinch! Forget it, I'll pinch you. Harris pinched the soft ~ meat on Curt's waist and twisted it hard.

"Ahh!!!h Pain pain pain!! ”

"Looks like I'm not dreaming." Harris would rather it be a dream.

He wanted to write an essay – "What if a player wants to shoot a three-point with his eyes closed?" 》

I have a headache, and coaching such a player is really painful and happy.

Kobe Bryant stepped forward.

One-step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

The beat of each step seems to be in the heart of the little flying squirrel.

Will he break through? Or will it be dry-pulled?

Did he really close his eyes?

No! He must be lying to me! I can't be fooled!

Bryant walked to where his index finger was pointing and smiled at a tense Stoudemire.

I didn't lie to you, I was playing for real.

With my eyes closed, I'm not completely sure.

However, a picture flashed in front of Kobe's eyes.

At four o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles, on the basketball court in the park, the boy with the heart of chasing dreams tried to project on the unlit basketball court again and again.

The night sky was dark, illuminated only by the twinkling stars. He shot again and again in this environment! Jumper!

Back to reality, Kobe Bryant closed his eyes.

He was going to find out how that night felt.

"What? He really closed his eyes!?? The little flying squirrel Stoudemire grew his mouth and symbolically raised his arms.

But with his eyes closed, would it be useful for him to interfere? Nope!

"Kobe, close your eyes, he's jumping! What is he going to do? The magician roared directly.

"Daring! Kobe Bryant is simply a fanatic in basketball history, who gave him the courage to shoot with his eyes closed? Oh, God? "Isaiah Thomas is finally alive and starts to hack Kobe Bryant like crazy.

NBA Voice Ma Fu's eyes widened, but not a word came out of his mouth.

Fake, right?

Shoot a three-point shot with your eyes closed?

"Curt, you hold me!" Harris had bouts of cramping in his chest.

"Enter! Enter! Enter! Enter! Enter! Enter! Enter! Enter! Fisher blew like a gambler blowing his dice.

Big Ben didn't say a word, and rushed to the basket frantically against Camby.

"Boss, I will be your backing forever! Even if you lose 10,000 times! I'm going to take off the rebound and pass it to you, too! ”

The fans of the Sky Arena screamed!

In a chaotic environment, Kobe Bryant's heart is so peaceful.

When I close my eyes, I feel like I've stepped back in time to that midsummer night.

Birds and insects chirp, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

The same position jumps, the same shot ~ feeling.

It was the same pitch black.

Bryant flicked the ball out of his fingertips, gently as if caressing his lover.

"Such a soft hand ~ feeling?"

Something is wrong! The little flying squirrel thinks something is wrong!

Isn't it going to be in?

"Perfect shot! Perfect arc! Basketball streaks across the Sky Arena! ”

"Impossible, impossible to enter!"

The magician and the smiling assassin exited at the same time, their voices mingling.

"Huh."

Entered!

"In! Sure enough, I entered! Worthy of being my boss! Aha! "Xiao Yu is crazy, tear off his training clothes, and go on the field to celebrate.

"Calm down, you're going to be blown by Crawford!" Byron Scott hurriedly grabbed the fish.

Bryant opened his eyes.

"Three points are valid!" For the first time, Crawford's voice sounded so pleasant.

The flying squirrel Stoudemire knelt in front of Kobe Bryant, his eyes full of despair.

"Perhaps, he really is God."