There are only 3 minutes left in the second quarter.

Look at the score... Damn it, don't look at it.

The 18-point advantage has been eroded down to only 11 points.

Wang Yi didn't know that after he came off the court just now, the pick-and-roll cooperation between Murray and Teacher Yue once again showed great power.

That is to say, James and Big Eyebrow can barely catch up on the pick-and-roll, so that the point difference does not approach single digits.

But James and Nongmei were both a little bit sick of altitude sickness, so they didn't dare to fight for the bayonet in the second quarter.

There are two more sections to come.

When the Nuggets coach saw Wang Yi's pale complexion and big beads of sweat, he knew that Wang Yi was having a fever.

He said to Murray: "His altitude sickness is very severe. This is our opportunity!"

Murray was abused by Wang Yi for a few minutes just now, and he is now looking to get it back.

Hearing the coach's words, he nodded excitedly: "Don't worry, coach, I will let the next few minutes be engraved in his heart for a lifetime."

On the Lakers side, coach Vogel asked Wang Yi: "Wang, how do you feel?"

Wang Yi stood up as he did every time before.

He was still a little dizzy and nauseous.

Still want to vomit.

But what does that matter?

The worst he can do is spit in his opponent's face.

James encouraged Wang Yi: "Wang, you should know that I had cramps in a game before and was carried off the court by my teammates. All the spectators were laughing at me. You know how I responded to them."

Wang Yi nodded: "Coming back is a key three-pointer."

James didn't say anything more and just patted Wang Yi on the shoulder: "Go and respond to them. Use your performance to shut them up!"

Wang Yi stepped onto the court again and glanced around.

He didn't say any bold words and just served the ball.

Caruso dribbles forward.

But after Wang Yi served, he immediately reached for the ball.

Caruso seemed to know what Wang Yi was going to do and immediately passed the ball over.

Button was already guarding outside the center circle in the frontcourt at this time.

He knows that Wang Yi has a three-point logo.

Wang Yi dribbled the ball and advanced slowly.

Dizziness, chest tightness, these feelings still exist.

But when he was fully engaged in the game, these feelings seemed to be much weaker.

Looking at Patton standing at the opposite logo, Wang Yi didn't even cross the center line.

His foot just stepped on the logo in the backcourt and he directly raised his hand to push.

"Fake!"

Barton cursed angrily and rushed forward.

He didn't even think that this guy couldn't even reach the center line, so he took action directly.

Are you really going crazy?

However.

The basketball was like a cannonball, roaring over Patton's head and flying towards the enemy's position.

Amidst the smoke, a loud noise suddenly came.

Bang!
Chapter completed!