dmims Chapter 59 Who will be the future scoring champion?
Chapter 59 Who will be the future scoring champion?
2009年2月14日，晚8:00。
All-Star Weekend - Slam Dunk Contest.
"Hey, Dwyane!"
TNT's courtside reporter Craig Seger, dressed in a dazzling floral suit, handed the microphone to Dwyane Wade, who was sitting in the first row courtside.
Wade was very relaxed tonight. He wasn't wearing his training clothes, but a casual suit, and he was playing with a professional SLR camera in his hand—he's a well-known photography enthusiast.
"What are your thoughts on this year's scoring title race?" Seg asked. "Li Xiangbei is currently averaging 28.6 points per game, ranking third, which is insane. Many people say he's the next scoring machine."
Wade fiddled with the camera lens, smiling without looking up.
"Li? Yes, his stats are impressive."
Wade paused for a moment and looked up.
"But you have to look at efficiency, Craig. LeBron is playing the 'right way,' he's leading the team. Lee... he's more like a stat-padder with unlimited shooting opportunities. If you gave me that many shots, I could score 30 points a night, or even more."
"As for tonight's dunk contest?" Wade shrugged. "I think he should practice his mid-range shot more. This is the high-flying training ground, not a playground for shooters. Be careful not to fall."
This interview was broadcast live on a large screen at the scene.
In the locker room, Li Xiangbei was changing clothes.
He didn't choose those flashy All-Star jerseys with various logos.
He wore a pure black Under Armour combat suit, the material of which resembled the superhero suits in Marvel movies, tightly wrapping around his well-defined muscles.
He was only wearing a simple pair of Knicks black shorts over his clothes.
Looking at Wade's smug expression on the screen, Li Xiangbei smirked coldly.
"efficiency?"
He fastened his specially made "Rogue Generation" shoes tightly, the carbon plates on the soles gleaming eerily under the light.
"Alright. Tonight I'll show you what a 100% hit rate really means."
……
The warm-up session has begun.
Several contestants took to the stage, attempting to ignite the atmosphere with various flashy moves.
Howard, dressed in a Superman cape, kissed the rim and even attempted a jump shot from the free-throw line. Although he missed, it drew screams from the entire arena, making him look like a happy big boy.
Wearing his striking green jersey, Nate moved like an energetic little spring, constantly performing between-the-legs dunks under the basket, radiating boundless vitality.
JR Smith and Fernandez also attempted various challenging folding back buckles, and although their success rate was low, they still garnered applause.
Finally, it was Li Xiangbei's turn to warm up.
As the All-Star vote leader, his appearance should have been the highlight of the entire event.
Everyone was looking forward to seeing what surprises this "villain" would bring, or at least some kind of violent warm-up dunk.
However, Li Xiangbei disappointed everyone.
He took the ball and slowly walked to the basket.
There was no running start, no levers, and no windmills.
He simply jumped lightly and made the most standard and unpretentious layup.
"brush."
Goal!
Then, he took the ball and walked straight to the GG sign on the sidelines.
He just stood there with his arms crossed, watching the others perform with a blank expression, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"What is he doing? Is he taking a walk?"
"This is the top vote-getter? So disappointing!"
Howard ran over, pointed at Li Xiangbei, and laughed loudly: "Hey! Li! Are you here to teach everyone how to do a layup? This is the All-Star Game, not a basic skills training camp! Please, even if you miss a dunk, it'll be fine! Don't be so serious!"
Nate shook his head: "Boss, you won't get any points like that. The judges like enthusiasm, not coldness."
In the commentary booth, Barkley shook his bald head with a disappointed look: "Li Xiangbei doesn't seem interested in any of this, or maybe he's not even prepared to make a move? Wade is right, he might really be too serious and doesn't know how to entertain the audience."
Wade, standing on the sidelines, became even more convinced of his judgment. He smiled, shook his head, and continued fiddling with his camera, no longer paying attention to the game.
……
The preliminary rounds have officially begun.
Li Xiangbei was the first to appear.
The DJ at the event, drawing out his words, introduced, "From the New York Knicks... the vote leader—Li—Xiangbei!!"
Li Xiangbei stood up from the bench.
He walked to the sidelines and vigorously rubbed the soles of his shoes, making a "squeak" sound.
Then, he took the ball and slowly retreated to the center circle.
The entire room fell silent. Everyone sensed the change in atmosphere.
Li Xiangbei took a deep breath.
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start up!
He accelerated from the middle lap like a black lightning bolt.
Every step was incredibly fast.
Charge into the penalty area!
Push off with both feet!
"Thump!"
Li Xiangbei was lifted into the air.
He spun 360 degrees in the opposite direction in mid-air!
This is not just a spin; while he is spinning, his arm holding the ball is fully extended, and he swings it in a huge, exaggerated windmill shape!
It was a tribute to Vince Carter's classic moves, but it surpassed them.
Because of his head...
Look straight at the basket!
It even went above the basket!
In the air, time seemed to stand still.
He was like a black tornado that swept through the American Airlines Center.
The movements were fluid and graceful, brimming with a violent aesthetic.
"Bang!!!"
A loud bang!
The basketball was slammed into the hoop! The entire backboard shook violently.
The entire room fell silent.
One second later.
"boom!!!"
A tsunami of cheers erupted instantly!
Howard, who had just been laughing, froze on his face, his mouth agape in an "O" shape, and he even forgot to close it.
On the judging panel, the most discerning old man, "Dr. J" Julius Irving, stood up abruptly from his chair, put his hands behind his head, and looked utterly incredulous.
10分！10分！10分！10分！10分！
A perfect score is 50 points!
After landing.
Li Xiangbei didn't celebrate wildly like the others, he didn't tear his jersey, and he didn't yell at the camera.
He simply adjusted the wrist guard on his wrist, as if he had just done something insignificant.
Then, he walked straight to the first row on the sidelines.
He stopped in front of Wade.
At that moment, Wade's camera was still raised in mid-air, and he was completely frozen.
Li Xiangbei looked down at the "Flash," his eyes devoid of any warmth.
He pointed to the camera in Wade's hand.
"D-Wade".
Li Xiangbei's voice pierced through the noise of the scene and clearly reached Wade's ears.
"Hold your camera steady."
"Don't miss the performance of the 'future scoring champion'."
A mocking smile curled at the corner of Li Xiangbei's lips.
"That's what you call efficiency."