God of Sprint

Chapter 939 Zhao Yun's 3-point God-level Performance

As Stern gave the audience the reward, the audience applauded and welcomed Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun smiled and waved his hand at everyone, saying, "I'm really sorry, everyone. I'm afraid I can't play this."

However, at this moment, DJ's passionate and appealing voice suddenly rang out: "Zhao Yun, throw one! Zhao Yun, throw one!"

This shout was like thunder from a clear sky, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire venue. The audience seemed to be under a spell, and fell into a frenzy. They followed the DJ's rhythm and shouted in unison: "Zhao Yun, throw one! Zhao Yun, throw one!" The deafening shouts were like a surging wave, one wave higher than the other, as if it was going to overturn the entire venue.

For a moment, Zhao Yun was in a dilemma. He felt like he was being roasted on a fire, with no way forward or backward. At this moment, Jing Tian showed her considerate side and said to Zhao Yun softly, "Why don't you go up and play for a while? Don't worry, I'll help you pick up the ball!"

Immediately afterwards, Liu Yifei also echoed: "Yes, go ahead, Zhao Yun, we will all pick up the ball for you!" Hearing this, Taylor Swift and Fan Shuishui also nodded quickly, expressing their willingness to pick up the ball for Zhao Yun together.

Zhao Yun was moved when he saw this. He nodded slightly, and then, surrounded by four beauties, he walked towards the stadium with big strides. At this moment, the cheers of the audience resounded through the sky, as warm as a volcanic eruption. And those who watched the game through the live broadcast were also very excited, dancing and clapping their hands, and couldn't help themselves.

Watching the scene on the screen where one person was playing basketball and four celebrity beauties were surrounding him to help pick up the ball, comments from the live broadcast room instantly emerged like a tide, densely covering the entire screen. Netizens left comments and praised: "Wow, this treatment is too good!" "Zhao Yun is simply a winner in life!" "I'm so envious, it would be great if I could be in his place!" At the same time, traffic also showed an explosive growth trend, and the server could hardly withstand such a huge data impact.

Wang Sicong, who was watching the game far away in China, was filled with envy when he saw this scene. He couldn't help but pick up his phone and send a Weibo, writing sourly: "Zhao Yun, you are so lucky!" As soon as this Weibo was sent out, it immediately attracted the attention and comments of many netizens, and everyone started a heated discussion again.

Zhao Yun held the basketball and stood steadily outside the three-point line. He took a deep breath and stared at the basket in front of him, as if that was the only goal in his mind. He jumped up lightly, waved his arm, and threw the basketball in his hand high. The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and rushed straight to the basket like a meteor.

With a crisp sound, the basketball went into the net! The audience instantly burst into thunderous applause and cheers. They were impressed by Zhao Yun's superb skills and stood up to cheer for him.

However, Zhao Yun felt a little strange at this time. For some reason, he felt that the basket seemed very big. He muttered to himself: Is it my illusion? But soon he remembered the nine-character mantra he had been practicing recently. After practicing for this period of time, he found that he could see many subtle details and even very small objects clearly.

When he looked at the basket again, the feeling became stronger, and the basket seemed to be very close to him. Zhao Yun couldn't help but feel confident, thinking that no matter how he shot, he would easily hit the target.

Jing Tian, ​​Liu Yifei, Taylor Swift, and Fan Shuishui all came over and high-fived Zhao Yun.

"Amazing! Zhao Yun! Three points, you scored it in one go!"

"What's so difficult about this? I can make any shot I want!"

Fan Shuishui said, "You're just bragging!"

Zhao Yun looked at her and said, "Well, what if I can score ten goals in a row!"

Fan Shuishui said with a smile, "Ha! And you scored ten in a row! If you can score five in a row, I'll do whatever you say!"

Zhao Yun looked at Liu Yifei and Jing Tian, ​​"Where are you two?"

Jing Tian smiled and said, "We agree. As long as you can score ten goals in a row, we will grant you one of your requests!"

As they were talking, the competition venue had been quickly rearranged. Zhao Yun said to them, "Just wait and agree to my request!"

After saying that, he came to the bottom corner.

He adjusted his posture slightly, then jumped and shot without hesitation. The basketball flew out like a flash of lightning and went into the basket accurately. "Wow!" The audience exclaimed in unison, expressing their amazement at Zhao Yun's fast and accurate shooting.

Then, the second ball, the third ball... Zhao Yun hit three-pointers in the bottom corner one after another like a string of cannonballs. Each shot was so crisp and clear that there was almost no time to react.

When the fifth ball successfully fell into the basket, the whole stadium was in an uproar. The audience was so excited that they kept cheering and shouting, and the sound was getting louder and louder.

When the fifth basketball went into the net, he turned around excitedly and shouted to the beauties under the basket: "Five goals!"

Fan Shuishui turned around and asked Liu Yifei beside her with a puzzled look on her face: "Has he played basketball before?"

Liu Yifei shook her head slightly and replied, "I haven't heard him say that. Since I met him, I have never seen him touch a basketball!" Her eyes were always on Zhao Yun, and she was secretly wondering why he had such excellent shooting skills.

"Then how can he be so accurate! It's incredible." Fan Shuishui was amazed, her eyes wide open.

Liu Yifei curled her lips and smiled nonchalantly: "I guess he was just lucky. It was purely a fluke! How can someone shoot so accurately without ever playing basketball before?"

Hearing this, Fan Shuishui breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and said, "It's ok if it's just a guess, otherwise I'd be a little worried about agreeing to his request. The way he looked at me just now, it was as if he was holding back a lot of bad intentions, and it didn't look like he was going to ask for anything good."

Liu Yifei comforted him, "Don't worry! He can't always be so accurate. He will definitely not be able to score the remaining goals. Let's just wait and see."

After listening to this, Fan Shuishui's face blossomed with a smile as bright as a spring flower. However, at this moment, Zhao Yun suddenly broke the joyful atmosphere like a whirlwind.

Zhao Yun ran to a 45-degree angle, holding the basketball firmly with both hands. He bent his knees slightly, then jumped up suddenly, and the basketball in his hand was like a flash of lightning across the sky, falling accurately into the basket. Then, he shot again and again at an astonishing speed, and the basketball hit the net again and again, and in the blink of an eye, he hit five consecutive shots.

Fan Shuishui's smile, which was originally immersed in joy, froze on her face in an instant. She stared at the scene in disbelief with her eyes wide open. She was completely dumbfounded. At this time, Liu Yifei, Jing Tian and Taylor Swift excitedly ran towards Zhao Yun. They cheered and high-fived Zhao Yun to celebrate.

"Wow, Zhao Yun is so awesome!" Liu Yifei's voice trembled with excitement.

"That's right, it's amazing!" Jingtian also looked at Zhao Yun with admiration.

Taylor Swift did not hide her admiration for Zhao Yun: "You are amazing, Zhao Yun!"

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, looking quite confident, but still responded modestly: "It's just so-so, but don't forget what you promised me before!" After that, he glanced at the basket and saw that he had hit ten balls in a row. So he turned around and prepared to leave the court without shooting any more.

However, the audience was not happy. They were shocked by Zhao Yun's outstanding performance and stood up and shouted in unison: "Keep shooting! Keep shooting!" The shouts were deafening, as if they were going to overturn the entire stadium. Even NBA President Stern came over and gently pushed Zhao Yun's shoulder, saying with a smile: "Hey, boy, don't be in a hurry to leave. Shoot the remaining 15 balls for everyone to see!"

Faced with the audience's enthusiastic expectations and Stern's encouragement, Zhao Yun nodded helplessly and returned to the court. He once again demonstrated his amazing shooting skills. Swish, swish, swish, the basketball flew into the basket one after another, and each hit caused a burst of exclamations from the audience. Finally, when the fifteenth ball successfully entered the basket, the whole audience suddenly fell into silence.