LRAB Chapter 43 G1 Shock! Crack the BOX-1
Chapter 43 G1 Shock! Crack the BOX-1
Boos rained down like hail at the AT&T Center as over 20,000 Spurs fans, holding signs that read "End the Internet Celebrity Miracle," turned the arena into a sea of silver and black. The moment the jump ball whistle blew, Duncan's fingertips touched the ball first, smoothly passing it to Parker. The Spurs' first possession saw the seamless flow of the "Big Three" (Duncan, Parker, Ginobili) connection. Parker drove and dished to Ginobili in the corner, whose three-pointer swished through the net.
"See that? This is what playoff basketball is all about." The commentator scoffed. "Besides Lin Hao, no one on the Warriors can step up and score."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Popovich unleashed his signature move tailor-made for Lin Hao—the BOX-1 defense. Bowen clung to Lin Hao like glue, while Duncan, Robinson, and Parker formed a triangle in the paint, instantly surrounding Lin Hao the moment he received the ball, leaving the other four Warriors players open by three meters.
"Popovich is too ruthless!" Zhang Weiping, the commentator in the domestic studio, frowned. "This is blatant disregard for the Warriors' role players, betting they won't make open shots!"
Richardson missed his first open three-pointer, and Dampier's close-range layup also missed. Five minutes into the first quarter, the Warriors had only managed 2 points from Lin Hao's two free throws, while the Spurs were already leading by 8 points. Bowen whispered trash talk in Lin Hao's ear: "Internet celebrity kid, without teammates feeding you the ball, you can't even dribble properly."
Lin Hao ignored him, only giving his teammates a "steady" gesture. The passive effect of [Eye of Foresight] was already maxed out, and every defensive rotation of the Spurs seemed as slow as slow motion in his eyes—Bowen's center of gravity shifted to the left when he was close to him, Duncan's help defense would be half a beat late, and Parker would always leave the defender in the corner exposed.
"Don't panic, shoot if you have an open shot. If you miss, it's on me." Lin Hao patted Richardson on the back as he retreated on defense. His voice, spoken in a low Northeastern accent, instantly calmed his panicked teammate.
In the next possession, Lin Hao received the ball at the top of the arc, and four players instantly swarmed him. Instead of forcing a drive, he flicked his wrist and delivered a precise no-look pass to Dampier, who was cutting to the basket. Dampier hesitated for a moment, then reacted, slamming the ball home with a powerful two-handed dunk!
"Great shot!" Lin Hao gave him a thumbs up, and the bench erupted in cheers. Zhao Dabao, holding a can of yellow peaches, yelled, "Well done! Let's celebrate with this can!"
With a "clang," a can of yellow peaches was unscrewed, its sweet aroma mingling with cheers as it wafted onto the court. From that point on, Lin Hao completely abandoned one-on-one play, transforming into an on-court coach, tearing apart the Spurs' defense with precise passes time and time again.
He used a screen to circle to the three-point line, drawing Duncan's help defense, and immediately passed the ball to Murphy, who was open on the outside, and the three-pointer went in; he backed down Bowen and Parker to double-team him, and then passed the ball behind his head to Richardson, who was cutting in, and he made a layup; he even anticipated the Spurs' steal route, changed direction in advance and passed the ball to Sura, who was cutting down, and started a transition offense.
As the halftime buzzer sounded, the numbers on the scoreboard stung the Spurs fans: 56-44, the Warriors led by 12 points on the road!
Lin Hao only took two shots in the first half, scoring 4 points, but delivered an astonishing 10 assists, activating all the role players on the team. Richardson scored 18 points in the first half, while Dampier also contributed 10 points and 8 rebounds.
Popovich's face was ashen, and he gripped the whiteboard so tightly it creaked. He never imagined that this man, ridiculed throughout the league as a "lone wolf internet celebrity," could organize the offense of a depleted Warriors team so effectively.
"Get your act together, everyone!" In the locker room, Popovich slammed his clipboard on the floor. "Second half, tighten up the perimeter, don't give them any open shots! Duncan, you dominate the boards inside, bring the score back!"
In the third quarter, the Spurs adjusted their defense and began attacking open shots on the perimeter. However, they didn't realize that this was exactly what Lin Hao wanted.
With the defense widening, the paint was wide open. Lin Hao immediately switched to scoring mode, using his teammates' screens to repeatedly penetrate the paint and score, while also drawing two fouls on Duncan. After three quarters, the Warriors still led by 8 points.
In the fourth quarter, the Spurs launched a desperate comeback. Duncan completely entered peak mode, dominating the paint and scoring on four consecutive strong attacks. Parker and Ginobili also hit three-pointers in succession. After a 12-2 run, the Spurs narrowed the gap to 1 point with 10 seconds left, 95-94.
The AT&T Center erupted in cheers, with fans standing up and celebrating wildly as if victory was already within their grasp.
The Warriors called one last timeout.
"On the last possession, they'll definitely double-team me." Lin Hao quickly drew on the whiteboard with a marker. "Yao Ming, you come up and screen for me, bring Duncan out. Richardson, you run to the corner to draw the defense, and then give me the ball to finish."
"Don't worry!" Richardson patted his chest and assured him, "I'll definitely get them away!"
The timeout is over, and the game has resumed.
The whistle blew, and Yao Ming set a solid screen for Lin Hao, shielding Bowen behind him. Lin Hao used the screen to circle to the top of the arc, and sure enough, Duncan, Robinson, Parker, and Bowen instantly swarmed him, surrounding him completely.
The entire audience held their breath, everyone expecting Lin Hao to make a forceful move.
But at that moment, Lin Hao suddenly faked out Parker, took a step to the right, and leaped into the air to meet Duncan's charge!
Duncan jumped with all his might to block the shot, his fingertips almost touching the basketball. But Lin Hao leaned back half an inch in mid-air, flicked his wrist, and the basketball, spinning, flew towards the basket.
The moment the basketball was released, the final whistle blew and the red light came on!
"Whoosh!"
Hollow into the network!
Lore!
98-95! The Warriors pulled off a major upset on the road, defeating the league-leading Spurs to secure their first win in the series!
The entire AT&T Center fell silent instantly. The 20,000 Spurs fans were collectively speechless, watching helplessly as the basketball spun in the hoop. Three seconds later, a deafening cheer erupted from a corner. Hundreds of Chinese fans, waving the Chinese national flag, blew their suonas (traditional Chinese wind instruments), and the melody of "A Man Should Be Self-reliant" instantly filled the entire arena.
The Warriors players rushed onto the court like madmen, surrounding Lin Hao and piling up into a human mountain. Richardson grabbed a can of yellow peaches from the sidelines, twisted it open, and poured it over Lin Hao's head. The sweet juice dripped down his hair, mixing with his sweat, creating a unique way to celebrate.
"Awesome! Canned Food Bro is awesome!" His teammates shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices hoarse.
Zhang Qingying, standing on the sidelines, covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her phone was still recording the game-winning shot, her hands trembling violently. Domestic live streaming platforms had already crashed, the barrage of comments making the video unreadable, and countless fans were laughing and crying with excitement in front of their screens.
技术统计打在大屏幕上：林昊全场出战42分钟，6投3中，三分球2投1中，罚球7罚7中，砍下14分12助攻4篮板3抢断，用12次助攻盘活了全队，亲手破解了波波维奇的BOX-1防守。
In the player tunnel after the game, Duncan stopped Lin Hao. The usually expressionless "Stone Buddha" had a rare smile on his face, and he reached out to shake Lin Hao's hand tightly: "You played very well, much better than I expected."
"Thank you, senior Duncan." Lin Hao smiled and shook hands in return, his heart filled with admiration.
Meanwhile, Popovich, his face ashen, walked silently into the locker room, refusing all media interviews.
[Ding! The host has successfully cracked Popovich's exclusive BOX-1 defense, leading the team to a stunning upset victory against the league's top team, the Spurs, on the road, completing the [Black Eight Comeback] stage mission!]
[Rewards: The "Eye of Foresight" skill's playoff-exclusive bonus is now active, permanently increasing assist success rate by 30%! Team tactical execution efficiency is increased by 20%!]
[The host has completed a crucial transformation from "single-core scorer" to "team leader," resulting in a significant increase in global reputation!]
The moment the system notification ended, Lin Hao looked up towards the locker room. He knew this was only Game 1 of the series. Popovich wouldn't give up easily; in the next game, the Spurs would definitely launch an even fiercer counterattack.
Unbeknownst to anyone, in the Spurs' locker room, Popovich had smashed his clipboard to pieces, and his hastily revised defensive tactics were spread across the table. Bowen, his arm wrapped in bandages, stared menacingly at Lin Hao's photo.
An even more brutal revenge is quietly brewing.