NBA: I can see real-time shooting percentage

Chapter 22 Lore!

Qin Ming collided with Pope in the air. Because he was not as heavy as the opponent at all, he was a little out of balance, but with his strong core strength, he stabilized and released the basketball.

At the same time, Danny Green also jumped up, and the two directly threw Qin Ming to the ground.

The whistle blew.

But no one cared at this time, everyone was watching the basketball being thrown.

The basketball spun and flew out, hit the smooth and clean backboard, swiped around the rim, and finally slid in.

"The goal is scored! Qin Ming! This offensive rebound is really tough! This two-pointer is also tough! And did we hear the whistle? This is two plus one!"

"This is a two plus one that is almost a buzzer-beater!"

yeah!
Wuhu!

The fans at the scene were like tons of explosives being detonated at once. The sound waves at the scene cannot be described in any words. The cheers of the fans conveyed their excitement, and the virus spread to the stadium.

The Clippers players rushed over to help Qin Ming up, and gave him high fives one by one excitedly.

"Good board! Tough! Qin Ming, good boy!"

Morris yelled at Qin Ming, and so did Paul George. The two jumped around beside Qin Ming like an atmosphere group.

The latter couldn't hold back his excitement, and the moment he scored, he lay down on the ground and roared.

In this game, he finally really proved himself, not an incompetent undrafted pick, let alone a yellow man who can't play a guard, he gave everything he had to prove that everything is possible.

All my efforts and my dreams are not false.

This is real.

Qin Ming calmed down quickly. He knew that there was another test for himself, which was free throws.

If the goal is scored, the game will be over and the Clippers will win the game.

"The referee here is watching the replay to see how much time is left to return the watch after Qin Ming scored the goal."

"Well, from this perspective, it looks like a very orthodox buzzer-beater, but two-pointers are valid, so if Qin Ming makes a free throw, the game is over. If Qin Ming doesn't make a free throw, then we will enter overtime."

"It's a test of mentality."

"Yes, in fact, as a player, I think many players hope that they are making shots, not free throws."

"Oh? Director Zhang, do you have an explanation?"

"Because the shooting lore is completely different from the free throw lore, and the mentality is different. When you are shooting, you are very focused. Your attention is on the game, but you are not so nervous. But free throws, there are too many things that can distract you, such as trash talking from opponents, interference from fans, etc. Once you are distracted and you miss the free throw, the game will be lost."

"But players who can stabilize their mentality at this time and score penalties must be players who make a difference."

"If this goal is scored, then Qin Ming has completely paid off."

Qin Ming walked on the field for a while.

Saying you're not nervous is a lie.

How many fans are there?How many cameras are there?
Countless people's eyes are focused on themselves, countless people's hopes, and countless people's expectations are all placed on themselves.

He took a deep breath, trying to get himself into the state.

"Come on, Qin Ming." Lu Wei walked over, "We are still competing, don't be distracted."

Qin Ming nodded, stood on the free throw line, and took the referee's free throw.

He dribbled twice, then his knees sank slightly, his eyes were blank for a while, and he found the state of the game in an instant.

At this time, all the cameras are facing this fledgling, unknown person who has never been known before.

And standing on the bottom line waiting for the result of the game are Paul George, Kawhi Leonard, LeBron James, Anthony Davis and other star players.

Everyone wants to win, and the one who wins or loses the game is a rookie.

Qin Ming's eyes turned from cloudy to clear, and he gathered the basketball over his head. This time, he didn't look at his shooting percentage, and threw the ball directly.

In fact, if he watched it, he would be more relaxed.

Because at this time, his free throw line hit rate is [-]%.

90.00% nine will go wrong, but [-]% will not.

"Qin Ming made a free throw, shot it, and it looked like it went in!"

"Qin Ming scored this free throw! Then the Clippers narrowly beat the Lakers 115 to 114! Let us congratulate the Clippers for winning the NBA opener!"

"I think it's not just this one that can be congratulated. I can also congratulate them for picking up the treasure of Qin Ming. With Qin Ming, the probability of the Clippers winning the championship this season will be much higher."

Originally, when Qin Ming made free throws, some fans shouted MVP, but they were afraid that he would not be able to bear the title because he was a rookie, and they were afraid that it would affect his mentality, so many fans did not speak, holding their breath and waiting for Qin Ming's free throw.

After the free throw was scored, the cheers on the scene rushed towards Qin Ming like a roaring tsunami, and the Clippers players quickly surrounded Qin Ming.

A few thick and powerful hands picked him up and threw him into the sky. The Clippers players were even more excited than Qin Ming himself.

Qin Ming was flying in the air, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling of unknown height, looking at the colorful lights that kept flickering, this time he finally felt the charm of playing in the NBA.

At this moment, he got rid of many of his labels, such as the sick man of East Asia, the yellow guard, and the undrafted pick.

He now has a new label: NBA player.

Real NBA players.

Qin Ming opened his hands and finally showed a sincere smile.

Rivers couldn't hold back his smile, and said, "It's enough to finish the celebration. Our MVP will be interviewed tonight!"

The players of the Clippers made a long sound, then patted Qin Ming on the shoulder and said, "Although you performed well tonight, rookie, you have to help me carry the bag."

"You paid for my coffee tomorrow."

"Help me get the bag after you finish washing the clothes."

Paul George said with a smirk.

Qin Ming reluctantly responded one by one.

This can be regarded as a tradition in the NBA, which is to bully rookies.

But this is also a way for rookies to quickly integrate into the team. When you come and go, the relationship between the players will quickly heat up.

A female reporter with long yellow hair and a curvy figure walked over wearing high heels. She was an ESPN reporter. She also had a professional smile and handed the microphone to Qin Ming.

The latter was interviewed for the first time, and took the microphone with some embarrassment.

"I've been interviewed. It's been a long time since I saw people from Rabbit Country being interviewed by NBA reporters."

"The last time I saw it, the interviewees were much taller than the reporters."

"Hahahahaha."

In the commentary room of a certain platform, I don't know whether it is happy or nostalgic.

(End of this chapter)