Chapter 15: Breaking Records
Because there were no defenders ahead of Lin Feng, any foul against him at that moment would be called an unsportsmanlike foul. The referee’s decision was beyond reproach.
Lin Feng was awarded a free throw, and Jiangning would also retain possession for another offensive opportunity.
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“Oh my god, Lin Feng has scored another three-plus-one! I’m running out of words to describe him.”
“We can only say Lin Feng is in incredible form tonight! That foul by Randall was completely unnecessary; now it’s not just a free throw, they’ve also lost possession.”
“I’m guessing Randall panicked. Before the game, he claimed he’d keep Lin Feng under ten points. Now, just two minutes in, Lin Feng’s already scored twelve—and that’s not counting this free throw.”
“That’s a real slap in the face! But Lin Feng himself said before the game that ten points would only take him five minutes. Turns out, five minutes was more than enough—he’s done it in two.”
“Let’s see how he does at the line. Lin Feng’s free throw percentage isn’t great.”
On the court, Lin Feng stepped up to the free-throw line. Nearly twenty thousand home fans chanted his name in unison. In this moment, Lin Feng was the undisputed master of the arena.
He took the ball from the referee, dribbled twice, then gazed up at the hoop. Sensing his preparation, the crowd hushed instantly.
He extended his arm, flicked his wrist—
Swish! The free throw was good!
16:0!
Just two minutes into the game, Jiangning had blitzed Beicheng for a 16:0 lead—and Lin Feng had scored thirteen of those points, making all four of his three-point attempts.
Faced with such a godlike performance, Coach Wang Chunsheng could only call for another timeout.
“It’s just two minutes into the first quarter, and Lin Feng’s already hit four threes. The CBA single-quarter record is seven—looks like he’s got a real shot at breaking it!”
“At this rate, forget seven—seventeen threes wouldn’t be impossible! Now it’s up to Coach Wang to respond. If he can’t contain Lin Feng, Beicheng is finished.”
“Let’s hope Coach Wang comes up with something. Down sixteen after only two minutes—this might be a first in CBA Finals history.”
“Even in the regular season, you rarely see such a quick blowout. Lin Feng’s three-point shooting is terrifying—a nuclear weapon on the basketball court!”
The commentators were once again left speechless by Lin Feng’s performance.
Back to the game.
Because of Randall’s unsportsmanlike foul, the ball still belonged to Jiangning.
Lin Feng received the inbound pass from Zhou Mingxuan. Immediately, Randall and Yang Dong converged to double-team him.
“They’re double-teaming him now!”
But Lin Feng remained calm. He waited for his chance and passed to Harris, who had slipped free. Harris drove straight to the basket and finished with ease.
18:0!
“Once Beicheng double-teams Lin Feng, the other four players on Jiangning have a numbers advantage. And with Harris as a weapon, Beicheng’s defense is helpless.”
“Yeah, it looks like Beicheng’s fate is sealed tonight.”
“We’re only a bit over two minutes in and the game already feels over—is this really the CBA Finals?”
The commentators couldn’t help but sigh at the huge deficit.
Just then, Beicheng finally got on the board. Randall drove alone into the paint and scored with a hook shot.
At last, Beicheng broke their scoring drought.
The score was 18:2.
But before they could savor those two points, Lin Feng brought the ball up, and before the double-team could set, he pulled up for a transition three.
It was good again!
21:2!
The slim margin Beicheng had just closed was instantly widened again.
“That’s five!”
The commentators were numb to Lin Feng’s flawless shooting.
On the sidelines, Coach Wang Chunsheng was on the verge of collapse—this was undoubtedly the darkest moment of his coaching career.
Losing a game is one thing; that’s part of sports. But this—this was humiliation.
Barely three minutes in, and they were down by nineteen. How was the rest of the game supposed to be played?
The entire team’s confidence had been shattered by Lin Feng’s shooting. Deep down, the players believed that even if they managed a basket, Lin Feng would just answer with another three-pointer. The gap would only grow—a crushing sense of despair.
On the court, disaster struck again for Beicheng—they turned the ball over. Harris intercepted the pass and found Lin Feng sprinting ahead.
Lin Feng crossed half court and, a meter behind the arc, rose for another three-pointer.
Clang!
The ball hit the front rim—Lin Feng’s first miss of the night.
But the long rebound bounced right back to him.
Lin Feng didn’t hesitate—he fired again.
Swish!
The net rippled.
Another three!
The lead ballooned past twenty—24:2!
“Oh my god! He did it again! There’s just no way to enjoy this game anymore!”
“I’m starting to think this isn’t even the same level—it’s like high schoolers against grade school kids!”
“Lin Feng really is bullying them. He’s already made six threes—one more and he ties the single-quarter record.”
Play resumed.
Beicheng, now trailing by a massive margin, had completely lost their composure. The players on the court were distracted and dispirited.
Randall tried to take over but missed his shot.
Jiangning countered quickly, and Lin Feng drained yet another three, tying the league’s single-quarter record with seven makes.
“He’s tied the record!”
“There’s still four and a half minutes left in the first quarter—at this rate, he might double the record!”
“The only suspense left in this game is how high Lin Feng will set the single-quarter and single-game three-point records!”
“At this point, just being on the court must feel like torture for Beicheng’s players.”
“It’s not their fault—they’re not facing a man, but a god! Tonight, Lin Feng is truly possessed by the basketball gods!”
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After Lin Feng hit his seventh three, the familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
System prompt: You are one three-pointer away from setting a new single-quarter record in this competition! Break the record to receive a generous reward!
There were rewards for breaking records?
The news delighted Lin Feng. He had already spent his last 200 coins to demoralize Wang Chunsheng. Now he was completely broke—a textbook pauper.
Given the chance for a reward, he would seize it with everything he had.
“Hey, Lin, what are you thinking? Catch!” Harris’s shout snapped Lin Feng back to reality.
A moment earlier, Beicheng had managed their second basket of the night.
The score was now 27:4.
Harris initiated the offense and passed to Lin Feng, who hadn’t yet returned on defense.
Without hesitation, Lin Feng let fly—another three-pointer.
The net rippled again—good!
At the same time, that mechanical voice sounded once more in his mind.
Congratulations! You have set a new single-quarter three-pointer record for this competition. System reward: 200 coins, 3 skill points, 100 experience!
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