NBA: Northeast China's spectacular dunks sweep the entire league.

Chapter 39 52 Points in a Single Game! Rookie's Legend

The boos from the Sacramento Arco Arena came crashing down like ice-cold knives from the players' tunnel.

At the Sacramento Kings' home arena, a sea of ​​red filled with fans holding mocking signs: "The internet celebrity single-star? He's just a stepping stone for the Kings to reach the top." "End the Warriors' winning streak, send Lin Hao home to eat canned peaches tonight." On the sidelines, Kenny Smith, holding a clipboard, shook his head and said, "The Warriors' winning streak is over. Without Richardson's offensive support and without rim protection, even if Lin Hao is made of iron, he can't beat the Kings' Princeton offense."

At the pre-game press conference, Sacramento Kings point guard Mike Bibby, with arrogance written all over his face, waved his finger at the camera: "Leading a team single-handedly? That's a superstar's privilege, not a rookie's toy. Tonight I'll show him that there's an insurmountable gap between the second and tenth seeds in the West. We'll end their winning streak at home and send them home with five consecutive losses."

Chris Webber, leaning against the side, added with a laugh, "I'm already planning to treat him to a Sacramento burger after the game. After all, he lost, so he deserves some consolation."

American media overwhelmingly sided with the Kings, with ESPN even running the headline "Warriors' winning streak ends," stating that "Lin Hao's solo miracle was destined to shatter against the iron-willed defense of the Western Conference's top team."

The atmosphere in the Warriors' visiting team's locker room was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

Several young substitute players hung their heads, their fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hems of their jerseys, barely daring to breathe. The consecutive away games, coupled with injuries to key players, had pushed everyone to their physical limits. In the last game against the Grizzlies, they fought until the very last second to narrowly win; tonight, facing a fully healthy and in-form Western Conference leader, no one felt confident.

"Why are you all hanging your heads?" Lin Hao unscrewed a can of yellow peaches, forked off the biggest piece of peach, and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweet juice slid down his throat, instantly dispelling the fatigue of the journey. He distributed the cans to his teammates one by one, his voice carrying an undeniable tenacity, "So what if they're second in the West? They're not superhuman. They say they want to end our winning streak, so we'll break their winning streak on their home turf."

He slammed the whiteboard on the table, quickly sketching on it with a marker: "The Kings' Princeton offense revolves around Webber's high post playmaking, Bibby's off-ball movement, and three-pointers. On defense, everyone should follow the ball, collapse the paint to cut off Webber's passing lanes, leave their outside shooters open, and force them to isolate. On offense, they'll definitely use a box-to-box defense against me, don't panic, just shoot when you're open. If you miss, it's on me, I'll grab the rebound."

"Remember, if we can take down the Lakers' OK duo, we can take down the Kings' Princeton. What we're going to do is prove you wrong the more you look down on us."

Seeing the light in Lin Hao's eyes, his teammates' initial anxiety gradually subsided. In the past two weeks, this second-round pick had led their depleted roster to carve a bloody path through the Western Conference. With Lin Hao on the team, no obstacle was insurmountable.

"Just do it!" Richardson, leaning on his crutches, stood up from the physiotherapy bed, pumping his fist and shouting, "Canned Food Bro, beat them! We're cheering you on from the bench!"

As the game began, the Kings immediately deployed their BOX-1 defense. Four players huddled in the paint like an impenetrable wall, with Bibby sticking to Lin Hao like glue, even draping his arm around his waist, clearly intending to prevent him from receiving the ball and driving to the basket, thus allowing other Warriors players to shoot.

In the opening three minutes, the Warriors' role players missed four consecutive open three-pointers, while Webber and Divac dominated the paint, giving the Kings a 12-2 lead. The boos from the Arco Arena were deafening. Every time Bibby defended Lin Hao's pass, he would wag his finger at him and trash-talk him: "How about that? Internet celebrity kid, without teammates passing you the ball, you're nothing!"

Lin Hao remained calm and didn't try to force the ball in one-on-one situations. Instead, he constantly moved off the ball, using his teammates' screens to stretch the opponent's defensive formation while simultaneously directing his teammates' movements with his eyes. At the end of the first quarter, the Warriors trailed 18-28 by 10 points. Lin Hao only took two shots, scoring 4 points, but also dished out 3 assists.

In the second quarter, the Kings' defense became even more aggressive. Every time Lin Hao received the ball, he was immediately double-teamed. The Warriors' role players remained cold, and the point difference widened, at one point trailing by as much as 15 points. The head coach on the sidelines was frantic, constantly calling timeouts, but no matter how he adjusted the tactics, he couldn't break the Kings' box-one defense.

At halftime, the Warriors trailed 42-57, down by 15 points. Lin Hao had scored 15 points.

In the locker room, no one spoke, only heavy breathing filled the air. Several young players had red eyes; they had given their all, but the gap in skill was undeniable, like an insurmountable chasm.

Lin Hao unscrewed the second can of yellow peaches, gulped down a large mouthful of the syrup, wiped his mouth, looked at his teammates, and said, word by word, "You guys did very well in the first half. In the second half, you don't need to pass me the ball anymore."

Everyone was stunned and looked up at him.

"Aren't they trying to shut me down?" Lin Hao's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes gleaming like a wolf's. "Then I'll do it myself. Starting from the second half, give me the ball for everything, I'll attack. You guys just need to do one thing—defense and rebound."

"15 points is nothing. Today, I'll lead you to victory."

In the third quarter, Lin Hao completely unleashed his killing spree mode.

Instead of running off-ball, he received the ball directly at the top of the key, facing Bibby's tight defense and the help defense from the inside, and began his personal scoring show. A perfect crossover shook off Bibby, and over Divac's block, he pulled up for a layup in mid-air; immediately after, using a teammate's fake screen, he stepped back to the three-point line and drained a three-pointer; on the defensive end, he anticipated Bibby's passing lane, stole the ball, and surged ahead, completing a one-handed dunk on the entire court, drawing a foul and converting a 2+1 play!

The boos at Arco Arena subsided instantly, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the seemingly invincible Chinese rookie on the court.

In the single quarter, Lin Hao made 6 of 9 field goals, 2 of 3 three-pointers, and 2 of 2 free throws, scoring 20 points and narrowing the gap to 7 points.

In the fourth quarter, the Kings adjusted their defensive strategy, switching to a triple-team on Lin Hao, but it was too late.

Lin Hao's touch was already burning hot; even surrounded by three players, he could still find space to shoot. Drives, three-pointers, fadeaway jumpers, pull-up mid-range shots—he unleashed a barrage of skills, each shot like a sharp knife piercing the king's heart.

With three minutes remaining, the Warriors narrowed the gap to just one point. Webber scored inside, putting the Kings back in the lead by three. On the next possession, Lin Hao dribbled the ball up the court. Facing a double-team from Bibby and Webber, he suddenly accelerated, weaving through them. Over the recovering Divac, he soared into the air and slammed the ball into the basket over the All-Star center!

A dunk!

An incredible dunk!

The entire Arco Arena fell silent instantly. The 20,000 Kings fans collectively went silent, watching as Lin Hao, hanging on the rim, gently waved his finger at the audience.

After landing, Lin Hao grinned at the dumbfounded Bibi, his thick Northeastern accent floating out: "How about it? White Devil? Our internet celebrity, not bad, right?"

Bibi's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

At this point, Lin Hao had already scored 50 points, making him the only player in NBA history to score 50 points in his rookie season, and he was also a second-round pick.

With one minute remaining, the score was tied at 108. The Kings attacked, and Bibby forced his way to the basket, only to be slapped away by Lin Hao. Lin Hao grabbed the rebound and dribbled the ball up the court. The Kings players scrambled back to defend, four of them surrounding him, not even caring about fouling.

Only 3 seconds remain.

Lin Hao suddenly stopped a step outside the three-point line, facing a block from four people. He leaned back at the limit in the air, flicked his wrist, and the basketball flew towards the basket with a perfect arc.

"Whoosh!"

Hollow into the network!

A buzzer-beater!

The final buzzer sounded, and the score was 111-108. The Warriors narrowly defeated the Western Conference-leading Kings by 3 points on the road, ending the Kings' 11-game winning streak and extending their own winning streak to 9 games! The Warriors also brought their total score to 52 points, setting a new scoring record for a rookie season.

After a three-second silence, deafening cheers erupted from a corner. Hundreds of Chinese fans, waving Chinese national flags and suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) support signs, jumped and shouted like madmen. Someone even played the suona on the spot, and the tune of "A Man Should Be Self-reliant" resounded throughout the entire Arco Arena.

The technical statistics were displayed on the big screen, and everyone was stunned.

林昊全场出战44分钟，29投15中，三分球8投4中，罚球10罚10中，狂砍52分10助攻5篮板3抢断2盖帽，创下了职业生涯得分新高！第四节单节砍下28分，成为NBA历史上首位在客场对阵西部前列队伍时，单节砍下28分并完成压哨绝杀的新秀球员！

[Ding! Temporary main quest [Single-core Flag Carrying] is 100% complete!]

[Mission Rewards: Permanently increase physical durability by 25% and combat ability by 20%! [Iron Blood Entanglement] skill upgrade: Permanently decreases opposing player's shooting accuracy by 20%!]

[Hidden achievement "Mr. 50+ in a Single Match" unlocked, significantly boosting global reputation!]

Lin Hao, panting heavily, looked at the numbers on the big screen and a smile crept onto his lips. His teammates rushed over like madmen, surrounding him and piling up into a human mountain.

At the post-game press conference, Lin Hao still brought his signature canned yellow peaches. A reporter asked him how he felt about scoring a career-high and hitting a game-winning shot against the Western Conference leaders.

Lin Hao unscrewed the can, forked a piece of peach into his mouth, and smiled at the camera, saying, "I don't have any particular thoughts, just telling some people not to make empty promises, or they'll get their tongues stuck in their throats. As for the secret to getting 52 points," he held up the can of yellow peaches in his hand, "of course it's our Northeastern yellow peaches, they're the cure for all kinds of dissent."

One sentence caused all the reporters present to burst into laughter.

As soon as Lin Hao stepped out of the stadium after the press conference, his phone started ringing incessantly. It was an overseas call from Zhao Dabao in China.

He answered the phone, about to share his joy of victory with his childhood friend, when he was interrupted by Zhao Dabao's excited voice: "Haozi! Something big has happened! Your peach-canned-fruit winning buff has gone viral! We're playing the Grizzlies next, right? The entire Grizzlies team stockpiled 500 cans of the same peach-canned fruit before the game, and the head coach said they'd fight fire with fire and break your buff!"

"And there's more! Customs just called me and said a container of canned yellow peaches we shipped from China has been seized! The reason... is that they suspect it's a new type of performance-enhancing drug meant for you, and they need to send it to the lab to test its components!"

Lin Hao held his phone, almost spitting out the peach he was eating.

He looked down at the can of food in his hand, then looked up at the Sacramento night sky, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Well, I thought the end of the regular season was just a formality, but I didn't expect these guys to come up with so many tricks.

He wanted to see if the winning buff from the canned yellow peaches could actually be broken.