Across the ocean in China, major media and networks also reported Wen Hao's defeat against Paul.
The literary hackers now have a chance to show their faces.
"I have long said that Mr. Wen is only suitable for teaching and playing ball. He is not good at it."
"It doesn't matter how well you play, your character is not good. You've only been on the substitutes' bench for a few days and you're already arrogant. You've made false claims to challenge Paul. Now, you've been provoked by Paul and he's been beaten to pieces. Are you giving in?"
"Looking at that locker room interview video, everyone can understand what 'dejected' means. Warning, people with depression are prohibited from watching it. If someone with depression watches it, they are not allowed to commit suicide."
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Of course, the world is not dominated by Wen Hao. More Chinese media have expressed their sympathy and best wishes for Wen Hao.
"I believe this setback is not the end of the world for Wen Hao. Wen Hao will definitely stand up again."
"Any star will fail. Wen Hao has 1.3 billion in support behind him. How could he collapse like this?"
"He is the hope of the Chinese defenders. He cannot sink like this. He will definitely break out again. Only then will those who laughed at him realize how short-sighted they are."
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Maybe these media are well-intentioned, but they don't know how much pressure their current remarks put on Wen Hao, whose self-confidence has just been frustrated. 1.3 billion, it's so heavy just thinking about it, let alone a soul
The player who just took a big hit.
On the plane flying to another away game, Wen Hao looked at the overwhelming taunts and occasional high expectations for himself on the computer screen. His eyes were blank. He seemed to be carrying a heavy baggage in his heart.
seems empty
There was nothingness. Faced with those ridicules, he was determined to prove himself with actions, but Paul's strength had already shattered his self-confidence; faced with those expectations, he was determined to shoulder them, but the "1.3 billion"
The words were too much for him to bear.
I have failed to live up to the expectations of 1.3 billion, how should I face those 1.3 billion?
At this time, Dayao next to him patted Wen Hao on the shoulder and said, "Turn off the computer and take a nap."
Wen Hao glanced at Dayao blankly, closed his notebook, and closed his eyes.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, Paul's quick hands for stealing, sharp offense, retreating defense, and the faint smile on his baby face were replayed over and over again before his eyes.
Dayao next to him looked at the confused expression on Wen Hao's face and shook his head. It seems that Wen Hao will not be able to recover in the short term. At this time, it is useless what others say, and he can only slowly rely on himself.
Adjustment. Of course, this requires head coach McHale to give him enough trust so that he can have the opportunity to regain his confidence on the court.
However, McHale's level of trust in Eastern players...sigh——
To make matters worse, Harden, the boss of the Rockets, has begun to complain about Wen Hao, which puts his position in the Rockets in jeopardy.
Thinking of this, Dayao shook his head helplessly.
As expected by Dayao, Wen Hao almost completely disappeared in the next two away games and one home game. Except for playing ten minutes in the first game and only getting two assists, the other two games only played three minutes in total.
, it’s all garbage time, and there is no way to talk about contribution. McHale has completely lost the little trust he had in Wen Hao, and Harden is even more indifferent to Wen Hao.
Lying on the bed in the rented house, Wen Hao opened his eyes wide and looked at the ceiling. His eyes were still blank.
He didn't go to training. After being defeated by Paul, he seemed to have instantly lost his enthusiasm for basketball. When you feel that no matter how hard you try, you can't do something well, will you still maintain your original enthusiasm?
"Basketball? Dream? Humph..." Wen Hao sneered, "Point guard's heart? All this is meaningless to me. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I work, even if I have the point guard's heart, I still can't defeat Paul.
. Not only is it invincible, it is even vulnerable... It’s over, everything is over.”
Wen Hao's brain turned slowly, and his thoughts slowly squirmed like earthworms. He thought about cheering up, but in the face of such a major blow, when his self-confidence was shattered to the ground, what could he do to cheer up?
He felt like he was walking like a zombie now, and everything he had pursued suddenly lost its meaning.
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In his ears, the sound of "We Are the Champions" suddenly rang. This was Wen Hao's cell phone ringtone. He has been using this ringtone since he entered the NBA.
"Hey……"
I don't know if it was a wry smile or a sneer. Wen Hao didn't look at it. He reached out and groped for his phone by the bed. Without looking at the screen, he directly pressed the answer button and put it to his ear: "hello."
"Cousin, it's me, Duan Ran," the Mandarin voice over there was a little excited and a little anxious, "Cousin, what's going on with you? What happened in these scenes? How could this happen?"
Wen Hao closed his eyes. Faced with these three questions in a row, he really didn't know how to answer, and he didn't bother to answer: "Oh, that's it, I don't know either."
"Cousin, all my classmates and friends are watching. You can't just sink like this. You must cheer up."
"Oh, nothing's wrong, I'm hanging up."
It's not that Wen Hao doesn't want to talk to Duan Ran, but he has seen and heard too many words like this these days, and he really has no feeling or is a little bored. Cheer up, what can I do to cheer up?
"No, no, no, don't worry, cousin, it was my uncle who asked me to call you. He is right next to me. He wants to talk to you."
"Father……"
Wen Hao was stunned. Why was his father calling at this time?
"Cousin?" Wen Hao called over there when he heard that there was no response.
"Oh, then give the phone to uncle." Wen Hao responded subconsciously.
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There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then the heavy Shaanxi dialect came over: "Haowa..."
"Big..." Wen Hao, like his father, didn't know what to say after saying something.
"Haowa..."
His father's voice was a little solemn, but full of warmth. Wen Hao rarely heard his father speak like this.
"Hao Wa, I heard Duan Ran tell you everything about you..."
"Da, you don't have to persuade me, I know everything." Wen Hao's tone was slightly stiff.
Wen Hao had already guessed what his father was going to say. He just wanted to cheer himself up, bear the pressure, and regain his past state. But what's the use of talking in vain? Those people are not in his position and cannot understand what he is doing.
What are you facing? The mountain of pressure, the mocking eyes of everyone, the sharp questions from reporters... No one can understand all of this.
That's enough, that's enough. He doesn't want to listen to those empty words anymore. He just wants to be alone for a while.
There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then my father's voice rang again: "Haowa..."
"Da, you don't have to say anything. Leave me alone for a while. I don't want to hear anything now."
"I mean, if it's difficult outside, just go home."
"..."
At this moment, tears burst out of his eyes, blurring Wen Hao's eyes.
