Wu Huang no se apresuró, ayudando primero a Curry a un triple, luego a Ibaka para un mate al aro. Había marcado 49 puntos, 8 rebotes y 13 asistencias.
Los otros jugadores de segundo año sumaban poco: Curry 15 puntos, DeRozan 14, Harden 13 con 8 asistencias, Ibaka 10, Taj Gibson 8, Jennings 6, Matthews 5, Hansbrou 2.
Con esta situación, los segundos año necesitaban que Wu Huang siguiera marcar para tener una oportunidad de ganar.
Con 1:42 restantes, Wu Huang aceleró y se lanzó al ataque frente a Waller, girando rápidamente y parándose en el aire. Sin más movimientos, lanzó la pelota… esta jugada requería rapidez y sorpresa para marcar cuando menos esperaban.Wolfe's physical condition was really impressive. No matter what actions Wu Huang did, this guy could forcefully dominate him even when his knees resisted. However, the resistance was not very effective; it didn't disrupt Wu Huang much and put a lot of strain on his knees, only getting him some solid defensive evaluations. Wu Huang wouldn't have done that for sure; he would think it too unprofitable.
Wu Huang's long-distance shot hit again, and Wolfe's resistance seemed ineffective as usual. Wu Huang had discovered early on that whenever he strongly wanted to make a three-point shot, his long-range shooting became exceptionally accurate—very frustrating!
The situation could be interpreted like this: the offensive methods he didn't want to do always worked miraculously; but when he desperately tried them, they rarely succeeded in critical moments. Twenty seconds later, Wu Huang attempted another three-pointer and failed again, allowing the freshmen team a counter-attack opportunity.
"Like this can't go on!" Wu Huang felt uneasy, even though he had already achieved his first single-game 50+ record during the Rookie Challenge, with scores and assists all recorded by him, but his three-point shooting was equally important. He just needed two more to break the record; it wouldn't make sense for him to stop here in disappointment.
After the freshmen team scored through a quick counterattack, Wu Huang continued dribbling quickly forward, persistently trying another long-range attack from an extreme distance. Wolfe was prepared this time and immediately intercepted Wu Huang's shot.
"Hell! " Wu Huang had to change his direction by two steps and seemed to have committed a double-dribble, but the blind referee didn't blow the whistle. Griffin rushed out from the interior lines and teamed up with Wolfe to sandwich Wu Huang between them.
This was a rare double-team defense in an All-Star game. Wu Huang had already taken four steps; he couldn't afford another one, as it would be too presumptuous. So he tried to force a shot despite two defenders—Griffin's double-teaming came just in time. Wu Huang knew he'd get a massive block, so he twisted his body mid-air and threw the ball with his left hand.
"¡Si esta canasta entra!" pensaron Antonio y Griffin; Wu Huang forced a change of direction mid-air, distorting his body and switching hands, making the shot extremely difficult if not impossible. The shot itself would get perfect marks, but scoring was just an illusion!
Wu Huang felt the same way. He prepared to retreat after landing; he only wanted to avoid getting blocked. He rarely used his left hand for three-pointers in practice—just lay-ups or floaters—and knew it was highly unlikely this time.
Before he could think more about it, "Swish!" The sound echoed, and everyone's face felt like they'd been slapped. Wu Huang himself was shocked; such good luck!
"11th three-pointer!" The commentators were also stunned; how could a shot be that accurate? After a moment of shock, Wu Huang suddenly remembered something: the last time he had a dream involving his left hand?
Recalling it, he only remembered one keyword—“left.” These were the only remnants of his memory.
"Might I have enhanced my left-handed shooting in my dreams?" Wu Huang thought to himself. But he found it unlikely; during regular games, he experimented with his left hand and found no improvement, not even close!
Feeling strange, Wu Huang thought maybe this was a coincidence. If he was lucky enough, he might hit some amazing shots. Perhaps he was just experiencing an unusually good streak of luck?
"Looks like I need to try again," he decided. With any luck, his lucky streak would continue.
The freshmen team suffered another severe blow. They couldn't accept Wu Huang even making such a shot; their offense got excited and lost the ball due to overeagerness. Ibaka intercepted the ball and immediately passed it back to Wu Huang, who had instilled more fear in these young players after that first shot.