91: The cycle of trust continues! A decisive victory in Salt Lake City!

Everyone thought he would take the shot himself.

Or, in the final moment, pass the ball to Kobe for a classic heroic game-winner.

But Lin Feng did not.

He just dribbled the ball slowly, as if measuring the ground beneath his feet.

Time ticked away, second by second.

5 seconds.

4 seconds.

The commentator's voice had completely distorted.

"What is he doing?! What is he waiting for?!"

"God! Is he going to run out the clock?!"

"Is he going to doom the Lakers' entire season of effort?!"

The moment the timer flipped to '3'...

Lin Feng moved!

But not forward!

He suddenly stopped dead, leaning his body backward, as if intending to pull up for a step-back three-pointer right outside the arc!

Hayward, who was defending him, and Millsap, who rushed over from the wing, moved like two walls, frantically converging on him!

They sealed off every possible shooting angle for Lin Feng!

Even the passing lane to Kobe was tightly jammed!

This was a desperate situation!

A cage built for Lin Feng by the entire Jazz Team, using their last bit of strength and will!

However, just before being completely surrounded...

Lin Feng activated the [Eye of the Heavenly Emperor]!

The entire world, in his eyes, was completely digitized.

Hayward, muscle tension 98%, blocking route: left.

Millsap, stamina remaining 15%, blocking route: right.

Kobe, physical condition: Red Alert. Being tightly guarded by Raja Bell.

Gasol, physical condition: Red Alert. Pinned under the basket by Al Jefferson, unable to move.

All choices seemed to lead to a dead end.

But amidst this sea of red data indicating danger...

A faint, yet incredibly conspicuous green data point lit up at the edge of Lin Feng's vision.

Left corner.

Nick Young.

[Confidence Index: 95%]

[Muscle Status: Optimal]

[Optimal Shooting Window: 1.2 seconds later]

The night they lost to the Minnesota Timberwolves flashed through Lin Feng's mind.

Same location, same choice.

That time, he chose Kobe, who was statistically more 'reasonable'.

The result was failure.

But this time... a slight curve appeared on Lin Feng's lips.

This time, he would no longer believe in what was supposedly 'reasonable'.

He would only believe in the 'future' he could see!

"Now!"

Under the pressure of the two defenders, Lin Feng's body leaned backward at an extremely twisted angle.

His entire body was almost parallel to the ground!

Just as he was about to fall, his right hand, like a nimble snake, used a bizarre posture that no one could understand or imitate, flicking the basketball from the tiny gap under Millsap's armpit—a gap barely large enough for the ball!

[Unorthodox Style: Pass]!

The ball shot out like a cannonball, skimming the floor, whistling towards that forgotten corner!

Nick Young stood in the corner.

He saw Lin Feng being double-teamed, saw Lin Feng about to fall.

He thought it was over.

But the next second, that familiar basketball, carrying the sound of the wind, arrived precisely at his chest!

That ball seemed to carry an unquestionable command!

A trust that made his soul tremble!

Time, at this moment, seemed to rewind.

But the hesitation and self-doubt in his heart were completely shattered by this pass!

He didn't think about what would happen if he missed.

He didn't even have time to aim at the hoop.

His body reacted purely on instinct.

Catch.

Jump.

Shoot.

The entire motion was fluid, completed in one go!

The ball flew from his fingertips, tracing a high, perfect arc in the air.

Just as the ball reached its apex...

"Beep—!"

The red light by the sideline flashed on!

The final buzzer sounded!

The gaze of all twenty thousand people in the Energy Solutions Arena converged on the descending basketball.

Time seemed to freeze.

"Swish!"

A crisp, beautiful sound that made the blood of every Laker player boil!

The ball went through the net without touching the rim!

Game-winner!

A one-hundred-percent, buzzer-beating game-winner!

The entire arena fell into a dead silence.

The Jazz fans, who had been roaring wildly a second ago, now stood frozen like ducks whose necks had been wrung, their faces etched with despair and disbelief.

After a brief silence...

"OHHHHHH!!!!"

The Lakers' bench erupted!

All the players, coaches, and staff rushed onto the court like madmen!

Nick Young went limp after releasing the shot.

When he saw the ball go in, he was stunned for two seconds.

Then, he suddenly turned around and charged toward the figure who had just gotten up from the ground, like a leopard.

"Aaaaaahhhh!"

Nick Young grabbed Lin Feng tightly, wrapping his legs around his waist, hanging on him like a koala bear, roaring incoherently with excitement.

"You believed in me!!"

"Lin! You really believed in me!!"

"You passed the final shot to me!!!"

He was crying and laughing with excitement, his voice cracking.

Lin Feng could barely breathe from the squeeze and could only helplessly pat his back.

He smiled.

A genuine smile from the heart.

His gaze swept past his celebrating teammates, past the dead silent audience, looking toward a distant place.

Playoffs, here I come.

The online world was completely overturned at this moment.

Just a few minutes ago, major forums and social media were filled with ridicule and curses directed at Lin Feng.

"What is Lin Feng doing? Is he trying to be the villain?"

"The Master of Time Management can't manage time this time, huh?"

"Just wait to see the joke, the Lakers' season is over!"

And the instant that game-winning shot dropped...

The entire public opinion flipped a dramatic 180 degrees!

"Holy crap! What kind of pass was that?! A pass from God?!"

"Is that even a human move? Is Lin Feng's waist made of springs?"

"Game-winner! Assist game-winner! He completed his self-redemption in the most unbelievable way!"

"Hero of Los Angeles! He is still the omnipotent King of L.A.!"

"Scumbag? Screw the scumbag talk! Anyone who can make that shot is a god!"

The previous posts mocking him as a 'playboy' or 'Master of Time Management' were instantly drowned out.

What replaced them were screens full of 'Clutch Player,' 'Savior,' and 'New King of Los Angeles'!

With one perfect personal performance and one trust that risked everything, he pulled himself back from the abyss of public opinion and onto the pedestal once more!

Back in the visiting team's locker room...

"Bang!"

The first bottle of champagne was popped, and the icy liquid sprayed over everyone.

The players embraced and roared like they had won the championship, releasing the pressure and emotions built up throughout the entire game.

Gasol hugged Nick Young, shouting something excitedly in Spanish.

Nash laughed like a child, pouring an entire bottle of water over Farmar's head.

The entire locker room had turned into an ocean of joy.

Lin Feng leaned against his locker, smiling as he watched everything.

Suddenly, the noisy locker room gradually quieted down.

All eyes turned toward the doorway.

Kobe walked in.

There was no ecstasy on his face, only a deep, relieved calm.

In his hand, he held the game ball from the match.

He walked through the crowd and went straight to Lin Feng.

In the locker room, you could hear a pin drop.

Kobe looked at Lin Feng, his sharp eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was praise, admiration, and relief.

Finally, it all transformed into complete recognition.

He extended the basketball in his hand toward Lin Feng.

"You earned this."

Kobe's voice was hoarse, yet incredibly solemn.