After Wang Yi scored three logo three-pointers in the opening game, the scene exploded.
Even though this was an away game, almost all the fans stood up.
"What the hell is this style of play? I've never seen it before."
"This guy is crazy, absolutely crazy!"
An old fan who looked to be in his seventies shook his head repeatedly:
"I have been watching football for more than 50 years, and I have never seen anyone play like this."
The bald commentator, Flowell, was so excited that his glasses almost fell off.
He quickly pushed it up with his hand: "Oh~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harper, what did you just say? You are definitely a damn prophet, a reverse prophet. You
You said he won't score three goals in a row, what is this?"
Harper, who had brown hair and was wearing a brown plaid suit, widened his brown eyes in disbelief.
Holding his head with both hands, his actions were exactly the same as those of Lakers coach Kohl's head.
"The mysterious power of the East! This must be the mysterious power from the East! Otherwise there is no way to explain it."
On the Chinese side, all the fans watching the live broadcast seemed to be witnessing Jordan's ultimate kill.
Some worshiped, some jumped up and knocked over their chairs, and some suddenly shouted "good ball" in the middle of class and had their mobile phones confiscated.
Wang Zhiliang lay directly on the window of the dormitory, shouting without any concern for image:
"Brother Yi, my male god——"
"Brother Yi, I declare that you——"
Her shout also received a response from the boys' dormitory opposite:
"You do not deserve--"
Li Fei was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight:
"If you hold the grass king's ape, will it hurt your heart?"
At the scene, after Wang Yi scored the third logo three-pointer, he suddenly turned his head.
He stared at the four guys with bloodthirsty eyes.
When the four drunkard's accomplices saw this, they couldn't help but feel a thump in their hearts.
The look in this Oriental's eyes is so scary.
If it seemed like it was going to kill them before, it seems like it's going to eat them now.
After a while, until Wang Yi looked away, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The big Adam's apple of the guy with dreadlocks squirmed, and then he stood up reluctantly.
I plan to yell at Wang Yi again.
But the other three people quickly held down the guy.
"Do you want him to hit that damn logo 3-pointer again?"
The little dirty braid reluctantly said: "I don't believe it...he dares to vote like that."
"Madman!" shouted the yellow-haired black man next to him, "He is just a madman! A madman cannot be predicted by common sense. What can't a madman do?!"
The little pigtail also felt a little guilty and reluctantly said:
"Well...then let him go for now."
He said and quickly sat down.
At the same time, in the square outside the arena.
There are more than 40,000 people standing here watching the game.
But at this time, there was silence among the more than 40,000 people.
It's like an empty museum at three o'clock in the morning.
These more than 40,000 people may come from all over the world;
They are of different ages, different skin colors and different personalities.
But at this time, their actions were surprisingly consistent.
Everyone is looking at the huge big screen.
Everyone's mouths were open, as if they had just swallowed an egg whole.
Everyone's eyes were widened, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.
At the southeast entrance of the square, a bald black man just walked over.
Cursing as he walked:
"Didn't you just call a few rubbish? You actually kicked me out. Trash, they are all a bunch of rubbish!"
"I paid for it, why don't you let me watch the game?"
He is the drunkard who was asked out of the arena by security before.
After all the fuss just now, I was half sober from the wine.
We can only come to the square to watch football.
But at this moment, his steps suddenly stopped.
In this square of more than 40,000 people, no one made a sound.
Everyone stood there, motionless.
It's like there are more than 40,000 zombies wandering the streets where there are no living people anymore.
This situation and scene are extremely strange.
The drunkard was so frightened that he was completely sober.
The next moment, these more than 40,000 people suddenly erupted into a huge roar.
"Wow——"
This sudden loud sound startled the drunkard.
My legs are almost weak.
At this time, those people finally made normal human voices.
"oh--"
"Damn-"
"God, is this guy crazy?"
"In the first minute of the game, three logo three-pointers. Am I watching a game or a basketball anime?"
The drunkard was surprised when he heard this.
Three logo three-pointers in the first minute!
Who is so crazy?
Surprised, he quickly looked at the big screen.
At this glance, he was completely stunned.
It’s that Chinese guy!
It's the Chinese guy he insulted just now.
This guy, is he going crazy?
And that's not the scariest thing.
The most terrifying thing is that every time he scores a goal, he looks at his four companions.
When the camera showed him a close-up, the look in those black eyes was full of bloodlust.
As if to kill someone!
No, he wants to eat his four companions!
If the eyes of Jordan and James were called the eyes of death, then what is the name of this Chinese man's eyes now?
Bloodthirsty Eyes!
A close-up of Wang Yi's bloodthirsty pupils was magnified a thousand times on the big screen in the square.
When everyone saw this look, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
"This guy……"
"Looks like he's going to kill someone!"
The drunkard felt even more chilly in his heart.
At the same time, he was secretly glad.
Fortunately, I was taken out in advance, otherwise I would have to bear this terrifying gaze myself.
He also secretly sympathized with his four companions.
Those guys wouldn't wet their pants if they were stared at like that.
At the scene, commentator Flowell saw the close-up of Wang Yi’s eyes and couldn’t help but be stunned:
"This look reminds me of Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, and LeBron James. Whenever they look like this, it means they are provoked. They want to..."
Harper, who had short brown hair next to him, added: "Killing!"
Courtside seating area.
Lakers coach Vogel looked at Wang Yi and saw that he no longer had the smile on his face as usual.
His eyes were full of murderous intent.
He couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Wang, is it okay?"
James answered for Wang Yi: "He has no problem, he just wants to... kill!"
As the former number one player in the league, he knows this feeling all too well.
When a player with super offensive firepower is angered, a killing is inevitable.
Vogel also understood this. He said to Wang Yi:
"Wang, I understand how you feel. But don't be so reckless when you play again. Otherwise, your physical fitness will not last until the end of the second quarter."
Wang Yi nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."
Mavericks coach Kidd shook his head repeatedly.
As a point guard who has played in the league for many years, he also understands what that look means.
But he couldn't tell these young players.
Chapter completed!