Backbite!

When the whistle blows.

Li Zhen patted his chest, then took a deep breath and walked firmly to the court.

He wasn't sure if he could hit the kill. Bruce Lee is notoriously not very good at projection. Recently, the palm of the hand has suddenly enlarged, and it has become more stagnant.

However, he did not hesitate.

For the most part, Lee is an obedient son, a smart student, a gentle friend, and a teammate who is happy to assist.

However, he also has his paranoia. From childhood to adulthood, as long as there is a decisive ball on the court, he will definitely be determined and tenacious to execute.

It's like how he resolutely transferred from Harvard to Stanford despite his parents' resolute opposition.

"You're going to lose."

Brooks took the initiative to walk up to Li Zhen, and he still maintained his arrogant attitude: "God can't let a team that even the head coach has given up on entering the championship. ”

"I don't believe in God."

Lee Jin turned his head, and he told Brooks.

Brooks sneered: "Self-righteous." ”

That's when it happened. A mechanical voice suddenly appeared in Li Zhen's head: "Automatically detecting contempt, did it consume 1 point of innate energy to open the previous host's body memory mode?" ”

Li Zhen was a little hesitant, but then remembered: This is most likely Jordan mode.

He hesitated for half a second on the question of 'teach a man to fish or teach a man to fish', and finally chose to consume his hard-won 1 point of talent energy and turn on Jordan mode.

When this thought was formed in his mind.

He instantly felt a warm current spread from the top of his head downward, enveloping his body.

Then, Li Zhen instantly felt an unprecedented state of body, he felt that his body was full of energy, as if he could do anything.

Forehead... This state seems to only last for 1 minute.

"Hurry up and serve!!"

Li Zhen quickly ran to the sideline and took the basketball from Scott.

When the basketball was received, the clock began to count down, and the Stanford players ran according to Jamilin's singles tactics, giving up the broad three-point line arc top position to Li Zhen, who performed the final shot.

In Jamilin's tactical board, when Li Zhen consumes about 10 seconds with the ball, he quickly cuts in from the top of the arc, at which time Scott and Benson will come up to cover him as a pick-and-roll, allowing him to use his speed to go directly into the paint area to score points.

It's a nice arrangement.

However, Oregon seemed to have expected that their two interior players stuck to Scott and Benson, not giving them any chance to run.

This made Coach Jemilin, who was standing on the sidelines, frown, and he looked at Li Zhen worriedly: Can he still get into the penalty area to score points in this situation?

The Oregon head coach on the side sneered, and the veteran academic was calm and confident. One game was enough for him to see through Stanford's hands and feet: their players either didn't have the ball, or they didn't have the ability to shoot.

In his opinion, in the last 22 seconds, it was a success to block the number 10 player outside the free throw line.

So, he arranged for the interior players to follow up on the Stanford players who were trying to cover. At the same time, Hairston was always ready to intercept at the free-throw line, and he thought that with his exquisite defensive set-up, Stanford would not be able to complete the final shot.

The two managers have different minds.

But the seconds passed.

With the entire home stadium silent, all the players' attention was highly focused: victory or defeat was all the rage.

Time Warner's Jonny Worthon has been chattering on the countdown.

When he counted down to the 10th second, Li Zhen didn't move at all, still making irregular changes in front of his body.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Jamilin, who was on the spot, made a gurgling sound with his fist anxiously: What the hell is Bruce doing? Time is running out, is he going to settle the fight with a single shot? Or has he lost track of time?

Just as he pondered whether to make a sound reminder.

Li Zhen suddenly stepped out, his steps were like a cheetah attacking, extremely fast, and his steps gave people a sudden and natural feeling.

Brooks was almost instantly outdone by half a step of defense, and he quickly turned to catch up.

However, it was already half a beat slower.

At this time, Hairston hurriedly let go of Thomson, and he made up for it in advance.

He tried to lock Li Zhen directly with his tough body.

However, Li Zhen suddenly stopped in front of him, and then quickly changed direction, changing his body from left to right, and continued to rush inward.

Hairston quickly chased sideways, but at the same time as he took a step.

Bruce made a sharp stop, quickly pulled the basketball back from in front of him, adjusted his crotch, stepped back, jumped backwards, and when he jumped to the highest point, he shot with great grace!

The whole action is coherent and smooth. The moment Hairston made Li Zhen's shot, he had just finished adjusting his defensive moves.

The beautiful and perfect stop-and-back step-back jumper made the fans at the scene uncontrollably amazed.

When the basketball flew to the highest point, the lights behind the rebounds turned red, and the electronic beep sounded rapidly.

And Li Zhen... He actually raised his hands at this moment.

Swish!

The basketball pierced the net in less than 0.5 seconds!

The scoreboard is updated almost simultaneously.

79:78！

Lore Success!!

The Stanford Arena exploded instantly, the excitement was surging like a volcanic eruption, and the sounds from all directions seemed to rise from the ground!

This ball is so relieving!

The perfect lore!

An irreproducible performance.

Arrogant Oregon Ducks, your tournament journey is over.

Bruce Lee, the hero of the victory, was thrown high into the air, and the Stanford players could no longer hold back the winning mood.

They pulled off a miracle in the most unexpected way possible, accomplishing this legendary victory.

At the same time, the haughty Brooks bowed his head, just like their head coach...... Their expressions ranged from disbelief to dismay, and finally, they walked away from the sea of joy with their heads down.

"Oregon actually lost ???"

Jonny Worthon sat in the live room and muttered in extreme frustration. It was completely beyond his preconceived notions, and he had always believed that Oregon was in charge.

But tonight, the little-known Stanford No.10 was the biggest winner.

His name will continue to spread throughout California with this game.

At this time, Time Warner replayed Li Zhen's stunner goal.

This once again caused Jabbar to exclaim, as well as the admiration of countless viewers in front of the TV.

This goal reminded them of a man, of the Bulls No. 23 who once ruled the 90s.

Bruce's goal was exactly the same as Michael Jordan's goal against the Jazz. I've never seen anyone emulate Michael Jordan to such an extent that it's literally carved out of a mold. ”

Abdul-Jabbar exclaimed.

His exclamation was incomparably in line with that of the television audience.

The playback of the slow-motion is a clear proof of... This is indeed a Jordan-style lore.

……