"Boy, you've lost!"

Leonard appeared above Wu Xing's head like Optimus Prime, and his two big hands were like a big net, and he easily touched the basketball thrown by Wu Xing.

"It seems that you are also just a mediocre player, not suitable to be my opponent at all!"

Leonard shook his head in disappointment, as if he had defended the ball.

"The 18-point rule doesn't exist at all, and even if you score 18 points, you can't save your team!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't just want to score 18 points, that's not ideal!"

However, Wu Xing faced this situation, although his face was red for some reason, just like Guan Gong, but his tone was extremely relaxed.

"What!"

Leonard suddenly found that when his hand actually touched Wu Xing's hand, and the basketball guy Wu Xing did not throw it, but relied on his two fingertips to clamp it desperately.

After Leonard's hand touched his own hand, he pushed the basketball out with the strength of only two fingers.

"Poof!"

The two landed at the same time, the referee signaled Leonard to foul for three points, and Wu Xing was about to go to the free throw line, but the number of free throws has not yet been decided.

"Prepare for overtime!"

When the coach of the Raptors and Coach Kerr of the Warriors saw this scene, they actually said this sentence at the same time.

Because they clearly remember that Wu Xing has now scored 15 points, and this three-point goal is impossible to score, because there is no parabola at all in this ball.

As the two coaches expected, the basketball slashed in a smooth straight line in the air and smashed directly into the front of the basket.

"It seems that Wu Xing, this kid is still not so iron-headed..."

Looking at the basketball in the air, Coach Kerr nodded with satisfaction, because in that situation, making a foul is the best choice, even if the three-point king Curry comes, he may not be able to shoot that damn basketball in that corner.

But Wu Xing was about to throw that basketball.

The basketball smashed the front edge and did not bounce directly as human knows, but bounced high, landed on the edge of the basket, and continued to circle around the basket.

"I'll go, won't I!"

Everyone at the scene was shocked, isn't this Wu Xing's 18-point legend fake?

"You have to get in!"

The other members of the Warriors also raised their hands and began to pray, whether it was Jesus or God, or Allah, or even the mysterious power of the East, to bless the ball to roll in.

However, Wu Xing had already prepared to warm up next to him, picked up the basketball, and practiced the free throw posture, because he knew that this ball had to go in.

"One round!"

"Two laps!"

"Three laps!"

…

"The ball went in, it's incredible, Wu Xing actually scored a three-pointer, as long as he throws the next free throw, the Warriors can kill the game!"

The commentary at the scene boiled directly, and he couldn't control himself, so he stood up directly and grabbed the microphone, shouting with all his strength.

"Mr. Barkley, you Wu Xing didn't score 18 points, and now that he has got it, shouldn't you fulfill your promise!"

Lilith naturally didn't let go of this good opportunity, and once again ran to the technical statistics desk next to her, picked up the microphone and connected him with him.

"Handstand kiss donkey ass!"

"Handstand kiss donkey ass!"

…

Toronto fans also shouted, because in their opinion, it was Barkley, a dead fat pig, who couldn't control his mouth, otherwise Wu Xing would not have scored a tie of three points, and the championship would have belonged to Toronto.

Barkley's whole face was green, but he was a battle-hardened old fritter, and he had fought a lot more before than he did now, and he hadn't seen any wind and waves.

So he slowly walked to the microphone in front of him and said unhurriedly.

"Miss Lilith, please don't get excited, I just said more than 18 points, and he just got 18 points now!"

"You're so excited now, but it shows in disguise that you have a relationship with that kid Wu Xing!"

"I hope you can show it to the audience after a while..."

"Poof!"

"Free throws hit!"

Before Barkley could finish his sentence, the referee's whistle suddenly interrupted him and told him extremely bad news.

"What? How is this possible! You repeat! ”

Barkley was stupid and ran to the side to see that the score board was indeed 125-126, and the Warriors led by one point.

And at this time, the Warriors had defended the last 0.3 seconds and won the championship, and Curry was tired and paralyzed on the court, constantly giggling.

"Cole, didn't you say that this stinky boy can only score 18 points? How did I get 19 points today! ”

Barkley was reluctant to accept this fact, so he only made this bet, and he listened to Kerr's post-game press conference in the last game, saying that Wu Xing could only score 18 points.

"I don't know!"

Cole spread his hands out, saying that it had nothing to do with him.

But at this time, Wu Xingcai didn't have time to care so much, he was ready to lift their championship trophy with his teammates, so he wouldn't tell these guys that he was forever 18 points, that refers to the average per game, he only scored 17 points in the last game, and the target was not completed.

"Let's present one last award, which is the Most Valuable Player Award of the Grand Finals."

At this time, the rest of the Warriors pushed Curry to the front, because in their hearts, Curry was their FMVP.

What's more, Klay and Durant were injured one after another, and Curry went directly from the Big Three to a single-core battle, and was able to average 26 points per game to lead the team to victory.

"He ran tirelessly on the court, hit the basket again and again, and saved the team again and again!"

As the presenters gave speeches and speeches, Curry had been pushed to the side of the trophy by the Warriors, and he was close to lifting the trophy.

Although Curry repeatedly refused, his fists were invincible and his four hands had to be obedient.

"The first time he played was in the Finals, and he didn't have any stage fright, not only averaging 18 points per game, but also two consecutive complete kills..."

However, this award speech is not quite right, and it has nothing to do with Curry.

"Hey, are you guys mistaken, is this Curry?"

Dream Chaser Green went directly to the award presenter for interrogation.

But the presenter ignored him and continued to talk to himself.

"Tonight's FMVP is Wu Xing! Let's congratulate him! ”

"What? It's me? ”