12: Listen, that's the sound of Staples Center exploding.

Time was stretched infinitely at this moment.

The basketball left Lin Feng's fingertips, spinning at high speed as it flew toward the sky.

That orange arc, under the illumination of tens of thousands of lights in the Staples Center, appeared so clear yet so surreal.

At the commentary desk, Announcer A, who usually maintained his composure, had a voice that was already starting to tremble.

"This is a crazy choice!"

"He's still two steps outside the three-point line! Facing Stephen Curry's defense!"

"He actually dares to take a shot in this situation!"

His partner, Announcer B, was so nervous he was speechless; he just stood there with his mouth open, eyes fixed on the basketball flying through the air.

The camera provided a slow-motion close-up on the court.

The cynical smile on Stephen Curry's face froze completely.

He looked up, his baby face filled with bewilderment and confusion.

He couldn't understand how this Eastern kid dared—how he could respond to his provocation in such a manner.

On the other side, Klay Thompson, who had just lunged over frantically, was frozen mid-air.

His arm was extended, yet he was still a step away from Lin Feng, his face full of disbelief.

The Lakers bench.

Everyone stood up.

Steve Nash, the legendary point guard who was used to big scenes, now also clenched his fists tightly, watching without blinking.

Pau Gasol held his head high, the Spaniard's eyes full of expectation.

Nick Young's mouth was wide open, his comical expression perfectly replicating the look of ninety percent of the audience.

And at the very back of the crowd, the man in the sharp suit moved.

Kobe Bryant.

His body, which had been leaning against the back of his chair, had leaned forward slightly at some point.

He didn't look at the flying basketball.

His eyes, those sharp eagle eyes, were locked on Lin Feng from start to finish.

He scrutinized Lin Feng's overly calm expression after the shot and his unwavering stance.

The basketball reached its highest point.

The clamor of tens of thousands of people in the entire arena vanished eerily at this moment.

The screams, the discussions, the cheering—all were drained away.

The world went quiet.

In everyone's ears, only their own drum-like heartbeats remained, along with the faint whistling of the basketball rubbing against the air.

Silence.

Extreme silence.

And then.

"Swish!"

An incredibly crisp, incredibly pleasant sound of the ball passing through the net was infinitely amplified by the small microphone under the rim.

It spread clearly to every corner of the arena.

It also reached the ears of every viewer watching the game worldwide through television and live streaming.

Nothing but net!

In the Staples Center, a venue that had boiled over for countless legends, it experienced the longest 0.5 seconds in its history at this moment.

A deathly silence.

Followed by.

"BOOM—!"

A mountain collapse and a tsunami!

The energy accumulated to the extreme exploded with a bang at this moment!

Cheers, screams, and roars converged into a terrifying wave of sound that almost completely blew the roof off the Staples Center!

"OH MY GOD! HE MADE IT!"

Announcer A jumped up from his seat, shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice completely cracking!

"Lin Feng!"

"In the first shot of his NBA career!"

"Under the gaze of the whole world!"

"He made a shot from God! A super long-range three-pointer that will go down in history!"

The internet completely crashed at this moment.

In the official live broadcast room, the bullet chat was completely covered by two phrases the second before the screen lagged.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"WTF!"

Those posts on basketball forums and social media that had been frantically mocking Lin Feng earlier instantly washed away without a trace.

"[GIF] Lin Feng's super long-range three, front view!"

"[Screenshot] Record of Curry's expression changes, from arrogant to dazed!"

"Deleting my posts, deleting my posts. My face hurts so much. Don't let my mom know I called Lin Feng trash!"

"I declare that from today on, I am a Lin fan! Who's with me?!"

"This isn't called a shot; it's called an ICBM! Precision-guided!"

Countless GIFs and short videos were captured the moment the basketball entered the net, spreading across the global internet like a virus.

On the court.

Golden State Warriors head coach Mark Jackson subconsciously called a timeout.

The piercing sound of the buzzer rang out, but it was completely drowned out by the waves of sound on the scene.

Amidst the madness and chaos of the entire arena, only one person was as calm as the center of a storm.

Lin Feng.

After shooting that ball, he didn't even take an extra look at the rim.

When the crisp sound of the ball swishing through the net came, he just turned around expressionlessly and began jogging back to his own half.

As if what he had just done was just an ordinary shooting practice.

This extreme composure formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding frenzy.

Curry stood there dazed; he first looked at the rim, then suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Feng's receding back.

The sharper trash talk he had prepared was all stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a single word.

The expression on his face went from bewilderment to shock, and finally turned into an indescribable complexity.

The Lakers players went crazy.

Nick Young was the first to rush up, jumping onto Lin Feng's back, screaming like a monkey.

"You monster!"

Gasol and Kaman also crowded around, slapping Lin Feng's head and back hard.

Nash walked over with a smile and extended his fist toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng also smiled and bumped fists with him.

"Great pass, Steve."

"Even better shot, Lin." Nash's eyes were full of admiration.

By the sideline.

Lakers head coach D'Antoni jumped up from his seat the moment the ball went in, fiercely pumping his fist into the air.

The expression on his face was pure ecstasy.

He had been waiting for this!

What he wanted was for Lin Feng to prove himself in this most unreasonable way on such a high-profile stage!

He didn't go to celebrate; instead, during the timeout interval, he grabbed Nash, who was about to walk back to the bench.

His eyes were burning, and without any redundant words, he just made an extremely clear tactical gesture to the team's brain.

That gesture represented one meaning.

From now on, abandon all complex tactical rotations.

Give the ball to Lin Feng!