in2ebook Chapter 310 Referee: Isn't the double step-back layup just a three-step layup where you run bac
Chapter 310 Referee: Isn't the double step-back layup just a three-step layup where you run bac
The first half has just ended.
The referee first pointed to Jaylen Brown's foul gesture, then gestured that the three-pointer was valid and that a free throw would be awarded.
Wang Xiucheng lay on the ground, and after watching the referee's series of gestures, he scrambled to his feet.
Jaylen Brown really wanted to swear at that moment.
You're not even going to pretend anymore, are you?
Isn't this blatant bullying of honest people?
Jaylen Brown didn't want to talk to the referee at all, so he looked at head coach Mazura.
Mazura was still waiting for the assistant coach's advice, but to save some time, she talked to the referee on the sidelines.
While exchanging words, Mazura even made a butterfly step, as if to say that's how that kid retreated just now.
“Who in their right mind would shoot like that?” Mazura shouted.
There was nothing they could do; the entire stadium was cheering and applauding their king.
Perhaps it's also a tribute to today's referees.
“Either a double step-back or a single step-back.” Mazura pointed at Wang Xiucheng, who was high-fiving Durant on the court. “Who does a double step-back in a Z-shape? Don’t even mention Harden, even Zorro wouldn’t dare to do that.”
The assistant coach hadn't given any signal, indicating that the call was unlikely to be overturned, so Mazura could only continue to voice his opinion.
"He took a double step back. You know that double step backs are allowed now, but there's no rule about where the first step should go, is there?"
The referee seemed to agree that the call was somewhat ambiguous, so he voiced his opinion.
"You mean he can also step back? Wouldn't that be a three-step layup?" Mazura argued loudly.
"Yes, yes, you're right, that's what I mean."
The referee seemed to think that Mazura's words made a lot of sense, and even patted Mazura on the shoulder.
Mazura was taken aback. What had she said?
The referee's eyes lit up at that moment.
Yeah, double step-back, isn't that just a three-step layup where you run backwards?
That's right. No wonder Mazura became the Celtics' head coach; youth makes all the difference.
This will be the explanation from now on!
With Mazura looking exasperated, the referee, holding his whistle, first communicated with the technical staff to reset the clock to 0.3 seconds.
Then he went to the baseline, took the ball, and waited for Wang Xiucheng to come over for the free throw.
After seeing Mazura finish communicating with the referee, Wang Xiucheng went to the free throw line.
"Hey kid, how dare you do this to me?"
Jaylen Brown, standing in the waiting area on either side of the free-throw line, spoke to Wang Xiucheng.
"Thank you," Wang Xiucheng replied, taking the ball and spinning it around.
Jaylen Brown almost vomited blood upon hearing this.
Thank you, sister! Am I congratulating you?
Swish!
Wang Xiucheng scores the free throw!
A score of 4 was achieved.
Horford picked up the basketball and passed it to Tatum, who had already run up the court.
Tatum pushed the basketball toward the basket without landing in mid-air.
The ball just didn't touch the rim.
beep!
The whistle blew to end the first half.
Thanks to Wang Xiucheng's final four-point play, the Nets led the Celtics, who reached the NBA Finals last year, 63-55 at home.
This was the first time tonight that the Nets had extended their lead to 8 points.
The coaches and substitutes from both teams all stood up and walked towards the players' tunnel.
Wang Xiucheng sat down on the bench, picked up a towel that belonged to someone else and wiped his forehead. Then he wanted to drink water, but found that the drinks on the chair were gone.
After sitting for about ten seconds to catch his breath, Wang Xiucheng stood up again and walked towards the players' tunnel.
Jin Zhen, Jin Zhi, and the others kept staring at Wang Xiucheng until he disappeared into the players' tunnel, at which point they turned their attention away.
"Are you guys going out?" Bruno asked Jin Zhen and the others. "I'm going out to buy a cup of coffee."
"No, Mr. Bruno." Jin Zhen and the others all refused Bruno.
After Bruno left, Jin Zhen and the others whispered among themselves.
“Jin, I noticed that Chinese man keeps looking at you. Do you know him?” Park Young, who had been quiet all day, suddenly asked.
Jin Zhen panicked upon hearing this and quickly shook her head: "I don't know him. Maybe he thought we looked like people from his country, so he took a second look."
Park Young stopped talking.
She wasn't really in a good mood today, but she still came to watch the game with her friends.
In fact, she felt something was off when she heard Kim Jin's audition of the song called "APT" sent back from her company in Korea.
For some reason, Park Young always felt that this song suited her better.
After listening to the audition, the company immediately sent people to the United States to assist Bruno in recording the song and handling the follow-up work.
Although Park Young didn't know why Bruno knew Kim Jin and was willing to play a supporting role to Kim Jin.
But Park Young-soo is certain that, thanks to this song, Kim Jin has already stepped one foot into the American music scene.
……
China, Hengdian.
On a nanny van in a film and television production crew.
On the small table sat a tablet and several unopened, delicate little lunchboxes.
Upon seeing someone speaking on WeChat, the woman in the car, dressed in ancient costume, picked up her phone and listened.
"Sis, Wang Xiucheng's birthday is coming up soon. As the largest Wang Xiucheng fan group in China, should we organize an event?"
The woman glanced at the tablet computer on the small table.
The tablet was showing a live broadcast of the Nets vs. Celtics game, but it was during halftime.
"Absolutely not." The woman said into the phone, "Wang Xiucheng hates these kinds of things the most. He said in an interview that he doesn't like these kinds of things."
Put down your phone and open the lunchboxes.
The lunchbox contained various green vegetables that looked vibrant, but there was no oil or meat in it.
Just as I was about to eat my breakfast, my phone rang again.
"Sis, I heard that their fan group is going to select a few people to go to New York to watch the game and meet Wang Xiucheng."
Upon hearing this, the woman felt the food in her lunchbox no longer tasted appetizing.
“I thought it was something serious. Don’t we have 18 fan groups? Let’s organize an event, pick one person from each group, and go to New York on the 24th to celebrate Wang Xiucheng’s birthday. I’ll cover the expenses.”
After saying that, the RV door opened, and a junior assistant walked in with a script.
"Sis, Director, you should take a break. He'll have someone call you when the set is finished." The assistant placed the script beside her, then turned and closed the car door.
The noise outside immediately disappeared.
The notification sound from WeChat rang again, and the woman listened without hiding it from her assistant.
"Sister, you're so generous. I'll go and discuss the event details with the group admins of all 18 groups right away, and I'll report back to you once it's finalized."
After listening, the woman put her phone aside and slowly began to eat.
The assistant brought over the kettle and poured a cup of hot water for the woman.
"Sis, I heard that someone has also started a fan group for Wang Xiucheng, and it has several thousand members."