"I refuse to believe you can win!?"
On the basketball court, Bai Ye and the basketball in his hands seemed to become the focus of everyone's attention.
Both teams held their breath and stared wide-eyed at the ball that could almost decide their fate.
The familiar jumping posture, the familiar shooting posture, the familiar high arc, and then the familiar... swish through the net!
The whistle blew, Canaan scored, 84 to 65, the difference was reduced to within 20!
"A divine intervention with a triple strike!!!"
"Is this some kind of ghost? How can he score three goals in a row like that?!"
"This is definitely not luck. Canaan VII is something else!"
"This is called 'a little'? It's overflowing!"
The entire audience was shocked and cheered!
But compared to the shocked Chengda, the audience obviously didn't think so much. They were simply cheering. After all, they didn't belong to any particular faction; they were just watching the game. It was reasonable for them to cheer for whoever was stronger.
Meanwhile, on the Canaan field, the coach could no longer maintain his composure and was so excited that he almost jumped up.
One stroke of luck, two strokes of luck, but surely the third time won't be another stroke of luck, right?
If you have that kind of incredible luck, then it might just be a kind of talent!
The substitute players who had been making sarcastic remarks nearby fell silent, hanging their heads and pretending to be deaf and dumb.
On the field, Li Sihai pounced on Bai Ye and hugged his head like a madman, his face full of wild joy. However, apart from "Holy crap," he couldn't say any other words of praise.
"Awesome! Awesome!!"
The other Canaan players echoed the sentiment, excitedly repeating the word "awesome."
"It's not just luck? Is this guy a monster?!"
The players from National Cheng Kung University frowned deeply. They scored three consecutive points on three shots from the mid-range position. Even professional players might not be able to do that!
Bai Ye broke free from his teammate's "attack" and wiped the fine sweat from his brow.
In fact, Bai Ye's strength in three-pointers throughout the game is evident even to someone outside the gaming circle. After all, compared to other people's three-pointers, the impact of Bai Ye's three-pointers throughout the game is simply too strong.
But only after completely absorbing all the basketball-related memories of his predecessor did Bai Ye truly understand how monstrous this skill was. The key point was not the distance, but the improvement in Bai Ye's three-point accuracy.
It's important to know that even in the NBA, the pinnacle of professional basketball players, the highest three-point scoring percentage in a game is less than 50%, but Bai Ye's three-point percentage is 80%!
No, according to the skill description, it should also have an additional 10% long-range shooting attribute, which is more than 83%. Moreover, Bai Ye's three-pointers are aimed at the opponent's inside players... The whole game, calling this a bug, a cheat, is not an exaggeration at all.
It could even be said that it is completely unreasonable!
But so what if it's illogical? Are parallel worlds and systems any more logical?
If a system itself still needs to be rationally defined, then that would be rather lame.
Bai Ye let out a breath and rubbed his wrist. But wasn't this skill having too much of an effect on his wrist? It was only three balls, and his wrist was already starting to hurt.
In a normal match, would I be able to play the entire game?
After the chaos subsided, the game continued.
Having been proven, Chengda would never underestimate Bai Ye again.
Even though Bai Ye hadn't even crossed the center line, he was already being marked and tightly marked by the opposing power forward, who didn't even give Li Sihai a chance to pass the ball.
Even if Bai Ye accidentally gets the ball, you must stick close to him and not give him a chance to shoot!
Bai Ye coldly stared at the boy in front of her, who was nearly two meters tall and even taller than herself, and secretly frowned.
Although it was just a preliminary round, it's safe to say that they were a team that should have qualified.
Even if they didn't have the abnormal abilities or skills of professional players, they were at least not bad, and they still had experience.
After confirming the situation, they quickly reacted to their three-point shot, which did make things a bit troublesome.
His three-pointers only have a high probability of being made if there is no interference, but now, let alone no interference, with such a big wall standing here, whether he will be blocked is another matter.
Bai Ye's gaze drifted to the countdown timer.
There was less than half a minute left in the third quarter.
If he didn't shoot, it wouldn't be a big problem.
But if he did shoot, he had to make sure it went in.
Otherwise, if the point difference widened to more than 20, the momentum in the fourth quarter would be completely different.
So, should we still fight for this last ball?
Bai Ye's lips curled up slightly, and he suddenly turned and accelerated, bypassing Cheng Da's forward.
Of course!
"Give me!"
Bai Ye made a run and created space, and the Canaan power forward, who was already having a headache, naturally passed the ball to him without hesitation.
Then, before Cheng Da's forward and center could arrive, Bai Ye had already jumped up and unleashed a three-pointer, which went perfectly into the net.
The whistle blew, and Bai Ye scored his fourth three-pointer!
"Nice!!!"
Logically, after witnessing Bai Ye's four mid-court three-pointers, the Canaan players should no longer be so shocked, but in reality, they are becoming increasingly excited.
What do you get used to after seeing it a lot?
The more consecutive three-pointers you score, the more impressive you are, just like winning streaks in a game, which get harder and harder as you go on!
In just two minutes, Chengda had already scored four goals, all of them three-pointers from Bai Ye, losing twelve points in total, which drove them crazy.
However, because there was already little time left in the third quarter, and they were too eager, it was basically impossible for them to score a point in ten seconds.
With the whistle blowing, the third quarter ended, and a short break followed.
"Goodness, I just remembered, wasn't Canaan 7 a backup before?"
"Yeah, I haven't played yet."
"What was Coach Canaan thinking? Why wait until now to use such a powerful weapon?"
"Yeah, no matter how accurate or long number seven's three-pointers are, the point difference between the two sides is still a bit too big, and it will be difficult to catch up."
"Speechless. What a terrible coach. It's just a pity about number seven. If he had been on the court from the beginning, he could have made it to the regional finals or even the national finals."
"With this skill, I'll definitely go to play in the NBA someday. There's plenty of time."
"You're overthinking it. It's one thing for him to bully college students, but NBA? Even the CBA is better than him!"
Despite the short break, once the intense competition was over, the audience immediately relaxed and began to chat and share their opinions.
But all of this is temporarily irrelevant to Bai Ye, who is relaxing his wrist.
"Listen up, everyone stay calm and try to pass the ball to Bai Ye, but don't just stand there like statues. Go and set screens to create open shots for Bai Ye so he can shoot. Got it?!"
As the match approached, the Canaan coach explained the final tactical strategy to the Canaan players. As for the substitutes, their expressions were a mixture of jealousy and admiration, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Don't be too nervous, just play normally. It would be great if you could win, but if you can't, there's always next year."
Coach Canaan looked at Bai Ye and offered a word of comfort. His words were not unfounded, after all, the sweat on Bai Ye's forehead was genuine.
But the coach didn't quite understand why Bai Ye was so tired after only playing for two minutes.
The only possibility is that Bai Ye was too nervous, and the psychological pressure led to increased physical fatigue.
However, with such great pressure, how could he still make four consecutive three-pointers so perfectly and accurately? Is this due to good mental fortitude or poor mental fortitude?
Bai Ye simply shook his head and didn't say anything more.
Although the system's current task wasn't definitively stated, Bai Ye wasn't sure if he would have another chance next season if he failed this season.
Moreover, a season lasts a year. If there is a chance to win, why give up prematurely?
Everything was still up in the air before the end of the fourth quarter!
Soon, the whistle blew, the break ended, and the fourth quarter began.