"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Zeng Xingyang's continuous dribbling between his legs, he was becoming increasingly confident in his ability to handle the ball and go one-on-one.
Plumlee's footwork kept adjusting, somewhat unable to keep up.
Zeng Xingyang switched his rhythm repeatedly, easily throwing off Plumlee's pace.
On the left side, Zeng Xingyang took a step forward, Plumlee shifted his weight to the left to follow, and Zeng Xingyang quickly stepped back, completely opening up the space between them.
Plumlee's defense didn't pressure Zeng Xingyang, making him very composed when stepping back.
Plumlee was a step too late when rushing forward.
Zeng Xingyang smoothly pulled off a jump shot.
The basketball traced a beautiful arc.
"Swoosh!"
Right on target!!
22 to 35.
Zeng Xingyang hit his first three-pointer of the night.
Mike Malone vigorously pumped his fist and roared, "Well done!"
