Griffin rushed out from the interior lines along with Wolfe, forming double-team defense against Wu Huang. It was a rare occurrence during All-Star games, as Wu Huang had already taken four steps; he couldn't afford another one or else it would look too presumptuous. He forced a quick shot despite two defenders—Griffin's timely double-teaming.
Wolfe could not stop in time and slipped due to sweat on the floor after stopping abruptly. Meanwhile, Wu Huang easily reached the opponents' three-point line, faked a long-range move past Evan Turner from behind, and adjusted before throwing with his left hand...
"¡Por Dios!" Wu Huang felt something was wrong as soon as he shot; it seemed like he had missed it?
Wu Huang rarely used his left hand for long-distance shots, so this one ended in three-bounce. Ibaka grabbed the ball under the basket; despite facing Monroe and others passively, as a Spaniard, he was the most agile big man on the court, intended to play power forward but forced to the center due to lack of available players.
Wu Huang felt confused again—he had just caught the ball? Well, that's fine. But now there were no more shooting opportunities; Wolfe got up and rushed towards him again while Turner didn't leave his side. They seemed intent on taking away his ball!
"¡Qué pensáis que vais a hacer?" Wu Huang found it absurd; he took a step back with a double-dribble move, evading the two defenders and shot from beyond the three-point line...
"¡Bajad de ahí!" Griffin charged forward again, trapping Wu Huang in the middle.
"¡Amigos! This is not how All-Star games should be played," Wu Huang felt frustrated; he had never seen such a three-on-three situation during an All-Star game. He could only take a shot mid-air and passed it off from his unbalanced position with his left hand...
"Swish!" Wu Huang's shot hit the backboard, and freshmen's three defenders froze instantly, holding their heads in shock!
Wu Huang himself was stunned; he hadn't expected such a lucky, uncontrolled three-pointer to enter? This had to be a joke!
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head: could it be that my left hand is so good at shooting? If I can do this again with a high-difficulty shot from mid-court...
Wu Huang decided then and there. For the next shot, he would take one directly from mid-court—a high-difficulty and unreasonable shot. If it worked again, he'd be unbeatable!
Other players were not as calm. The freshmen team was leading 142-134 with only 1:30 left in the game. Wu Huang didn't aim for an assist; another data point would likely end their chances of winning.
Griffin used his inside strength to back up against Gibson, pushing past Wu Huang's former teammate with a quick spin and completed an easy two-handed dunk. For Gwinski, it was simple—fans cheered him as he secured the victory for the freshmen team in just three seconds.
Wu Huang received the ball; this time, he indeed shot from mid-court... Everyone was baffled by his shot, seeming almost insane, even his teammates who were cheering him on. Wasn't this too foolish?
"¡Mierda, mi marido está jugando mal!" "¡Esto es fatal! Mi marido está perdiendo la cabeza!" "¡Qué lástima! Esta canasta fue demasiado irracional!"
Fans' thoughts lasted only a moment; when the ball crossed half court and swished through the basket, even Wu Huang's girlfriends watching on TV were stunned.
Was he cheating? It had to be that; fans couldn't think of any other plausible explanations.
Feeling invincible again, Wu Huang felt unbeatable in basketball—no one could match him. Perhaps the league should just give him the championship trophy directly!
However, his thoughts only lasted a few minutes. As the freshmen team broke down under his barrage, Wu Huang naturally chose to take another shot from mid-court but missed once more.
"What's going on?" Wu Huang was confused; did he need to make this shot even harder?
"Yes, that must be it," with this thought, Wu Huang decided to shoot directly from behind the court for the next attack. But this time, despite hitting the rim, the ball still didn't go in.
"Why? Is there no MP left?" Wu Huang looked at 35 seconds remaining and a score of 144-137; he really wanted to replicate that 35-second miracle again but his left hand seemed unresponsive once more.