NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

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He opened his mouth wide, frantically swallowing the air.

But even so, this bit of oxygen in the air can't make up for the consumption just now.

His energy was nearly exhausted.

His lips were already white.

This doggy altitude sickness tortured him so much that his life was worse than death.

He gulps water.

Then he lay directly in front of the bench.

Lying down is the fastest recovery position.

The team doctor hurried over to ask Wang Yi how he was feeling.

If you can no longer persist, you must never let Wang Yi play again.

Wang Yi shook his head slightly: "I...OK."

Coach Vogel was going to arrange the fourth quarter play.

But seeing Wang Yi like this, I couldn't bear to disturb him.

"Wang, you should rest at the beginning of the fourth quarter."

Vogel said.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

Wang Yi still swallowed the air.

"Coach... I have an idea..."

While swallowing the air, he spoke with difficulty.

Vogel bent and half-kneeled in front of Wang Yi, and brought his ears closer: "Don't worry, just speak slowly."

Lakers players such as James and Thick Eyebrow also surrounded them.

This picture looks a little weird.

It was as if Wang Yi was leaving, and these relatives and friends all came to attend the funeral.

And the impression given to the audience at the scene is that this guy's altitude sickness is too severe, and the team doctor, coach and teammates have all passed.

It seems that this guy can't play in the fourth quarter.

But this time, few viewers laughed at Wang Yi again.

Wang Yi tried his best as soon as he came on the court.

Give it your all for the game.

Such a player deserves their respect.

"Thank goodness! This guy is finally going down!"

"This guy is so scary, he finally won't be able to play."

"For a game, he is simply risking his life."

Of course, there are also a small number of viewers who are still mocking.

A white youth in his 30s shook his head: "Sure enough, I'm not mistaken, he is really a patient."

Then he folded his hands into a trumpet shape and put them around his mouth, shouting to Wang Yi on the sidelines:

"The patient just go back to the hospital, don't make a fool of yourself here."

Many times before, he had mocked this Chinese man like this.

Every ridicule will cause the audience around to follow suit.

At that time, he felt like a king in the wind.

The whole world is headed by oneself.

But this time, it was beyond his expectation.

After he yelled this sentence, not only did the people around him not follow suit, but they looked at him with strange eyes.

A black brother next to him looked at him in disbelief:

"Hey, brother, isn't there something wrong with you? Why are you mocking him?"

The white young man frowned: "Is there something wrong? Didn't you also mock him just now?"

The black guy chested up: "It was just now, and now is now. Shouldn't we respect a person who is doing his best on the court? Move your head and think about it, have you ever had Like him, have you tried your best for one thing? Have you ever done it?"

"So this time, let's show this Oriental a little respect, shall we?"

The Caucasian youth wanted to refute, but the eyes of the people around him were not very friendly.

He had no choice but to swallow the words in his mouth.

I could only mutter in my heart: "What kind of poison have these guys been poisoned by? What kind of medicine was given by that oriental man?"

The commentator Saunders saw Wang Yi lying there, and his teammates and team doctors came forward to inquire, and he was also relieved:

"Obviously, Wang's altitude sickness was too severe, and he couldn't hold on anymore."

Brown combed those lonely and cold hairs with his fingers:

"Thankfully, he finally can't play anymore. After all, on the basketball court, no one wants to see a guy who will kill himself as soon as he comes up."

Sanders, who was always excited, was a little emotional at this time:

"I think...were we too mean to him before? The altitude sickness is like this, but he can work hard when he comes on the court, and he can play such a terrible performance. Such a guy deserves our respect."

Brown nodded, his eyes stayed on the computer screen in front of the desk, looking at Wang Yi lying on the ground in the picture, like a seriously ill Wang Yi.

"He's a tough guy, a real man. I apologize for the language I used to offend him earlier."

"I think we should remember this man, remember his name."

Sanders smiled: "Why do you sound like a farewell ceremony?"