Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 305 I declare that you beat Durant!
107 to 97, the Thunder won the first game, and Westbrook rushed to the international airport with a large team of men and horses.

In the first game of the second round of the playoffs, the Lakers failed to hold the home court. Scott didn't say a word after the game, his eyes were full of loss. Under the crushing of absolute talent, he finally failed to lead the Lakers to create a miracle.

After the game, Yuan Qingshan thought that Kobe would leave first like before. He played 38 minutes tonight, and his body must be in a state of exhaustion. During the game, the ice packs on Kobe's shoulders were changed one after another. As soon as he left the field, the team doctor rushed up to check everywhere.

But Kobe returned to the locker room with the team.

Yuan Qingshan sat next to Kobe while arranging his clothes: "Your body is already overloaded, why don't you go back and rest first?"

Kobe held one end of the bandage on his right index finger with his mouth, and then turned his wrist to remove the yellow bandage cloth soaked in liquid medicine layer by layer, revealing the deformed finger. There was also a black medical cloth inside, which required long-term application.

"I can't leave you guys here tonight. I'll go first." Kobe said vaguely, then spat out the cloth dregs in his mouth.

"Why?" Yuan Qingshan didn't quite understand: "We lost quite badly tonight, those tabloid reporters probably have nothing good to say."

Kobe smiled: "That's why I can't leave first. If they have any problems, they will come to me. My 20 years of football are not for nothing. Few media dare to provoke me directly!"

Yuan Qingshan smiled knowingly: "Well, we have 60 billion fans."

"So, are you ready to inherit my fans?" Kobe was still in the mood to joke.

What the hell, Yuan Qingshan scratched his head: "It seems like something is going to happen to you."

Kobe's expression sank, and he stretched out his left hand to Yuan Qingshan: "Thank you, without you, I would have taken off this jersey in April."

Yuan Qingshan was stunned, this was the first time he had seen such an emotional Kobe Bryant.

The atmosphere seemed relaxed, but it was actually sad, and Yuan Qingshan didn't know what to say.

Kobe shook his palm, meaning to say, what, are you disgusted by the mamba's overtures?

Yuan Qingshan touched his palm, it was unusually warm, hard and powerful.

"Uh, that... are you free in a few days? On May 5th, I can invite you to watch the premiere of "Captain America 4"."

As soon as Yuan Qingshan's words came out of his mouth, he felt very embarrassed, what a mess.

Kobe: "Marvel's movie, does Robert appear in it? Robert Downey Jr., I am quite familiar with him. Do you have any acquaintances in this crew? Who is it?"

Yuan Qingshan's face turned red: "I am familiar with Scarlett."

"WOW!" Kobe exclaimed: "I declare that whether we can make it through this round or not, you have already won Durant!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Yuan Qingshan's increasingly red cheeks, and laughed wantonly.

The originally somewhat depressing atmosphere in the locker room was slightly relieved, and Coach Scott heaved a sigh of relief.

That's right, the locker room needs the old to decompress the young.

But Scott was immediately surprised by his own thought. When did Kobe become such a veteran locker room who can tell jokes?
When the team lost a year ago, he would just scold his teammates one by one.

I have to say that Kobe has really changed a lot this year.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Towns and Whiteside, a pair of guys who were afraid of chaos in the world, immediately ran over to join in the fun.

"What are you talking about, you two will practice all night for me!" Yuan Qingshan showed a bossy aura towards the Lakers Twin Towers.

At the post-match press conference, the reporters seemed to be sympathetic to the team's pain of losing, but no one asked any sharp questions.

Kobe also had a question-and-answer session with reporters politely and patiently, and the press conference was surprisingly harmonious.

Kobe took all the responsibility for the loss on himself. According to him, the Thunder sent superstars like Dewey's second young master to deal with Yuan Qingshan and Downs.

The reason for the team's loss was that I didn't take advantage of the second position. In the next game, I will definitely allocate my physical strength and try to disrupt the Thunder's defense.

The reporters recorded carefully, and many people couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, have the sharp teeth been smoothed by the years?

Unlike playing the Trail Blazers in the first round, Yuan Qingshan returned to the apartment tonight and lay in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep. He kept deducing in his mind how to break the Thunder's defense.

Unfortunately, it has been fruitless.

A team like the Thunder is different from the Spurs. Their amazing offense and defense are based on the outstanding personal abilities of their players. As long as these players are on the court, there is basically no solution.

Dangdang, there was a knock on the door.

What was Whiteside doing at this late hour?
Yuan Qingshan opened the door and let him in. Rachel was sent to Cleveland these days, and Yuan Qingshan stayed alone in the vacant room.

"Hassan, are you insomnia too?" Yuan Qingshan took a bottle of coffee for Whiteside from the refrigerator.

That's right, at twelve o'clock in the morning, he treats people who can't sleep with coffee, still strong.

Suffice it to say how short-circuited he was at this point.

Whiteside didn't even look at it, he unscrewed the cap and drank it down his neck, wiped his mouth and said, "Qingshan, I'm a little lost."

Of course Yuan Qingshan could see it, Whiteside was almost engraving this word on his forehead.

"Tell me about it." He moved a chair over and placed it in front of the bed.

Whiteside adjusted the orientation of the chair so that the back of the chair was facing the bed, and sat down with his arms crossed over the back of the chair.

"We lost. I'm like a piece of crap. I didn't contribute at all." The voice sounded like a kid who failed a test.

Because of the running and bombing tactics, Whiteside didn't have much playing time tonight, and he couldn't get cheap from Adams in the limited time.

23 minutes, 7 points, 8 rebounds, 1 assist.

This may be his worst result of the season.

Yuan Qingshan was actually quite depressed, but he still had to pull himself together to persuade this silly boy.

"Hassan, we just haven't adapted to the Thunder's style of play. Don't you see that Towns and I are also playing poorly. It's not just you, all of us have problems."

"Everybody's not playing well, but I'm the worst." Whiteside buried his head in his arms.

Yuan Qingshan patted him on the head: "Okay, my big Hassan, cheer up, you don't want to behave like this in the next game, do you?"

Whiteside replied in a low voice: "Of course I don't want to."

"Then go to bed quickly, and I will accompany you to training tomorrow morning. If you can develop a mid-range shot, it will definitely be useful against a center like Adams."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Qingshan sent Whiteside back to the room like coaxing a 200-jin big doll.

Whiteside smacked his mouth before closing the door: "Hey, what did you give me to drink just now?"

Yuan Qingshan: "Just treat it as a sleeping pill."

"Oh." Whiteside closed the door.

When he lay down on the bed again, he felt drowsy finally, Yuan Qingshan turned off the desk lamp, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

In the dream, he was wearing a level 3 head, wearing a level 3 suit, carrying an M4, and carrying a frying pan, shuttling through the rain of bullets in Oklahoma City.

In front of a bunker in the middle of the city.

Westbrook guarded the front door aggressively with an ax in hand.

On the top of the bunker, Durant put a dagger against Scarlett Johansson's neck, and grinned grimly at the bottom.

(End of this chapter)