"Both David Robinson and Tim Duncan's long-range shots were not very good. They both tried more than five times, and the final time was 1 minute and 13 seconds. Last season's winning lineup may be defeated in the first round this time.

Got it!"

Lin Yu's focus was not on performance, nor on the Admiral and Duncan teaming up again, but on the San Antonio women's basketball player, Becky Harmon.

"Becky Hammon? The only female coach in the NBA in the future? She is still playing. I don't know when she will retire. I can dig someone after she retires..."

His thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"Lin, it's our turn."

Lin Yu then turned his attention to the center of the court. This time, it was the New York team's turn.

He noticed the results of his first two opponents, 42.8 seconds and 1 minute and 13 seconds.

"So, we only need to get a time shorter than 42.8 seconds to ensure a spot in the finals, right?"

Alan Houston nodded: "That's right."

"Then come on, everyone!"

Lin Yu stretched out his right hand towards Alan Houston and Jesse Davenport. After high-fiving each, he patted Alan Houston on the butt.

Each team can decide the order of appearance by itself, so Lin Yu chose to let the mid-range shooter come on first. After laying the foundation, Jesse Davenport, who is relatively average in strength compared to Taurasi and Becky Harmon, can perform without pressure.

, and finally do the final work by yourself, checking for leaks and filling in the gaps.

The American West Arena began to make noises. In a game involving the host country, even though Lin Yu was very popular, he and his teammates received overwhelming boos and various disturbing whistles.

But Alan Houston, who came on first, played perfectly.

Two mid-range shots were hit once, and the three-pointers from the top of the arc, the bottom corner and the left side took only four opportunities to hit. In the end, Alan Houston made three shots from the midfield three-pointer and successfully hit them.

Lin Yu, who was ready to go off the court, clapped his hands. He was very satisfied with Alan Houston's performance. This performance, at least compared to their first two opponents, was not bad at all.

Next is Jesse Davenport. Although his strength and reputation cannot be compared with Taurasi and Becky Harmon, in terms of shooting, Jesse Davenport is still capable of fighting.

She also made one mid-range shot, and her normal-range three-pointers were even more perfect than Alan Houston's. She hit all three of her attempts, but she made four long three-pointers.

When he finally hit the ball, there was a "swish" sound and the clear sound of the net being wiped, and Lin Yu rushed straight to the court.

"It was Lin's turn. He first stood in the middle distance on the right side, caught the ball, and made a mid-range shot!"

Whoosh!

"In!"

Before Reggie Miller's voice could even finish in the commentary box, there was another swish sound, and he also hit the mid-range hit on the left side.

Then there were three three-pointers, all with a swish sound, followed by a crisp sound of the net being wiped, and a successful hit!

Finally, with a super-long three-pointer, when Lin Yu stood still, the time had just crossed the 35-second mark.

Lin Yu jumped up, raised his hand and threw the ball away.

Whoosh!

"It was still a hit, a perfect performance, just in terms of shooting, Lin is indeed the best in the league!"

There were exclamations everywhere in the American West Arena, and the final results have been released.

"37.8 seconds! A better result than the Phoenix team. We can already announce that the New York team has entered the final round!"

Lin Yu raised his arms high. Although he was playing away from Phoenix, he still received cheers and applause at the American West Arena.

After finishing the game, Lin Yu walked to the sidelines step by step. He passed by Kobe and in a few seconds, they completed a set of conversations.

"Didn't you say that the shooting star is not important?"

"It's not important, but who would dislike having too many trophies?"

Kobe's fighting spirit was instantly aroused.

"The finals are waiting for me!"

Lin Yu shook his head. He didn't think Kobe could lead Los Angeles to surpass Phoenix.

"The last team to play is the Los Angeles team, led by Kobe Bryant. His teammates are Lakers star Michael Cooper and WNBA superstar Lisa Leslie!"

The Los Angeles team came out, and their selection was exactly the same as the New York team. Cooper went first and made a perfect shot.

But Lisa Leslie stretched her hips, prolonging the time, so that in the end Kobe came on the scene. Although he tried his best, he still only shot a score of 58.5 seconds.

Lin Yu felt a little emotional: "What about the promised war with Lin Ke? Is this the end?"

Kobe left the field with a gloomy look. Before leaving the field, he admitted his failure: "I lost this game, but I will get back in the game tomorrow."

This is another atypical Kobe. He admitted defeat unexpectedly, but in the end he still had to add a twist and say something tough.

However, Lin Yu had to admit that there was a slight chance that Kobe would win in the main game. After all, the Western Conference All-Star team was more luxurious and the hearts of the people would be more unified.

In the finals, without Kobe, everything was boring.

Lin Yu and his teammates performed perfectly again, scoring a time of 32.7 seconds, defeating the Phoenix team that had an abnormal performance and did not finish shooting until 1 minute and 11 seconds, and successfully won the championship trophy.

"Congratulations to the New York team and Congratulations to Lin, he won his first trophy on the second day of the All-Star Game!"

"Although it's not that important, at least it's a good start!"
Chapter completed!