At the Staples Center, people were already leaving the stadium one after another. Some people did not want to see the home team being slaughtered anymore, while others were disheartened and had no hope for this game.
Falling behind by 30 points in the playoffs? Only if you can catch up!
What's more, the Lakers are a traditional half-court offensive team. This kind of team's ability to chase points is actually not very strong.
So in most people's minds, the overall outcome of this game has almost been decided.
You left early because you were disappointed with us?
Tang Qian raised his head and looked at the auditorium. Unknowingly, one-fifth of the people were missing. Those empty seats looked like smiling faces, mocking and taunting the Lakers.
At the same time, he was also mocking and taunting him.
When you are eliminated from the playoffs for the first time in your life, do you have to lose in such a disastrous way?
Tang Qian was a little confused. The 30-point score difference was like a peak in the sky, and he was unable to do anything.
Even the desire to fight in the paint...
"Give me the ball."
Suddenly, someone's voice woke him up. It was 24 from the Lakers.
I saw him running out hard, barely getting the ball, and immediately making a jump shot, and with a swipe, the basketball hit the net for 3 points.
43-70, this was the Lakers' first point of the second half and also their first goal.
It comes from Kobe Bryant.
It comes from the black mamba.
What is this? Why is this scene so familiar???
During the process of returning to defense, Tang Qian looked at the back in confusion and asked himself:
Why is this expression so familiar???
Have I seen it somewhere?
Suddenly, a memory appeared in his mind.
That is the memory of the previous life.
"Tang Qian, why do you like this No. 8?" A middle school classmate asked. Tang Qian had a vague impression of this classmate's face, but the question was still fresh in his memory. "Because his football skills are great.
." Tang Qian replied.
"The game is great? I think it's just average, right?" said the middle school classmate: "Iverson, Tracy McGrady, or Carter, which player is not more handsome than him? The most important thing is that they are all the No. 1 players on the team~ And
This No. 8, he is just a 'second in command', his style is several levels behind! If you ask me, Carter is still cool, UFO, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, dunking hard and invincible!"
"Maybe." After Tang Qian finished speaking, he whispered: "But he has a spirit in him, and that kind of spirit is not possessed by others."
A few years later, another classmate asked: "Tang Qian, why do you like this number 24? Now that the Lakers' record is so bad, there is no hope at all, why don't you just follow McGrady with me!" "No,
He can work his way out of a second-in-command job. I like his determination and spirit. I like him because he is like a lone wolf... no, because he is like a poisonous snake, cold and decisive."
In those "dark days" during those years, Tang Qian sat in front of the TV countless times, clenching his fists, dreaming in his mind that it would be great if he could help him. That way, he wouldn't fight so hard every night.
Tiredness is not physical fatigue, but mental fatigue.
Brush~
Although Kobe tried his best to guard him, he was alone after all. The Thunder quickly retaliated and scored a three-pointer in the Lakers' half. Easy open space, easy timing, easy shots, and
What Kobe was going through just now was completely different.
Lakers No. 24 unknowingly picked up the front collar of his jersey. His cold persistence was shocking.
Shocking.
I...what on earth am I doing?
Why am I still confused and timid when God has given me the opportunity to realize my fantasy?
me now.
The position where you stand.
Isn't it the position you most wanted to appear in when you were a student?
Then... what on earth am I doing?
I……
Tang Qian saw Kobe Bryant entering the Thunder's inside line again, and then being beaten so hard that his whole body fell to the floor, but he didn't say anything, stood up on his own, and silently stood on the free throw line.
That back view made Tang Qian a little stunned for a moment.
I……
I can't give up.
I……
I want to help him.
I……
I want to help him!!!
"Asian, no matter how hard Kobe tries, it's useless, because he only has one person, and it's impossible for one person to defeat our Thunder team! So, just accept your fate!" Standing next to Tang Qian, he was ready to block and grab rebounds.
Serge Ibaka said that he finally had the opportunity to completely suppress the former, so he was ready to savor this opportunity perfectly.
On the court, verbally and psychologically, he wanted to completely defeat Tang Qian and relieve his hatred of having his shot-blocking king taken away.
"He is not alone." Tang Qian suddenly whispered: "He also has me, he also has the entire Lakers team, and he has all the people who have not left Staples..." "What? Are you filming?
A movie? Say such ridiculous dialogue! Do you think that after you finish speaking, you will wear your underwear and become Superman? Become Batman?" Tang Qian's words only earned Serge Ibaka's ruthlessness.
He ridiculed: "Have you Easterners' heads been struck too many times by lightning? Or did your parents forget to give birth to you? You actually said that you are such an idiot..."
Before he finished reading the word "line", Tang Qian's voice came out quietly: "You are not allowed to talk about my parents tonight, understand?" Serge Ibaka was slightly stunned, he heard it.
This sentence is "unusual", but it was not easy to gain the upper hand in this game, how could it be defeated by the opponent? Didn't that ruin the perfection of this night?
The next second later, Serge Ibaka made an extremely wrong move. He raised his chest, stared at Tang Qian and said, "You Asian guy, what happened to your parents?
Losers can only accept ridicule and ridicule. Didn't your idiot parents teach you? You..."
"What did you say?" Tang Qian's voice became deeper, as if it were syllables bursting out from deep in his throat: "Who is the idiot? Who are you calling an idiot??? Ah!!!!!!!!!"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
This roar was so sudden and sudden that all the players in the field were shocked to the spot by this inexplicable roar.
Staring blankly at number 29.
He stared blankly at the Orientalist.
Even Kobe, who was about to take a free throw, was a little surprised and looked up in the direction of the voice.
A few seconds later, the referee came to his senses and without hesitation, gave Tang Qian a technical foul. The free throw was scheduled after Kobe Bryant's free throw.
Serge Ibaka was the most unlucky, because he was standing closest to Tang Qian, so his entire eardrum almost shattered when he was yelled at. He rubbed his ears and prepared to spit some trash talk at Tang Qian, but
For a moment, he froze on the spot. It became difficult to even make a move, let alone counterattack his opponent.
This... what kind of look is this? Full of the most primitive and direct anger! Just looking at each other can make people feel like they are in a blazing hell. The rolling anger seems to be able to burn everything, so hot
And boiling hot.
What frightened Serge Ibaka the most was the oriental man's eyes, which had a faint halo of blood around the edges.
Weird, unknown, and fascinating.
The furious state is activated, lasts for 30 minutes, and the increase rate is 81%!!!
Tang Qian licked his dry lips and chuckled softly: "There are still 17 minutes left? Well, in the next 1020 seconds, I will let you feel the horror of hell under the basket."
"Please enjoy it."
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