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931 The bottom line in the backcourt is a three-point lore(2/2)

The decibel sound in the center of Golden No. 1 has reached its maximum level.

No one could hear what the people were shouting, only the huge sound blasted into people's ears, as if a jet plane was flying past their ears.

Let this sound cause temporary tinnitus in our ears.

All the audience went crazy.

They hugged, cheered, and waved anything they could.

The spectators at the side of the venue all poured into the venue.

In the center of the court, all the Kings players seemed to be going crazy and rushed toward Wang Yi.

Pushing Wang Yi to the ground, everyone fell on Wang Yi.

At the same time, thousands of colorful ribbons were flying down from the sky above the stadium.

This moment belongs to the Sacramento Kings.

This moment belongs to Wang Yi from China.

In the stands, Wang Jianhua watched all this, and his eyes filled with tears.

Except for the time when he shed tears when he retired because he could no longer play for the country, he has almost never shed tears since then.

But this time when he saw his son's ultra-long-distance kill at the scene, he also shed tears.

If you have a son like this, what else can you ask for?

At the same time, Wang Yi's mother next to her was in tears.

She wiped her tears and said to Wang Jianhua: "When you were young, if the national team had a player like my son, you wouldn't have regrets about retiring."
Chapter completed!
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